Zack (In The Company of Snipers)
By Irish Winters
He just wants to play…
Life is perfect for Zack Lennox. He’s got it made: fast car, fast women, and the best job on the planet – until he comes face to face with a tiny girl caught up in a child-smuggling ring. The moment he decides to rescue her, his perfect life of fun and games is at risk. He’s already entered the world of the Black Dragon syndicate where evil men barter human flesh for cold hard cash.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
She's on a mission…
Life is anything but perfect for Mei Xing, a single mother searching for her kidnapped daughter, LiLi. When law enforcement proves worthless, she takes matters into her own hands and runs headlong into the handsome Agent Lennox. He’s cocky and self-assured. She’s fiercely determined to run over anyone who gets in her way. How difficult could it be to dupe him into telling all he knows?
Mei is about to find out.
Dark eyes sought his. Regret flickered. Anger, too. He prepared for a slap. It didn’t come. Instead, she burrowed under his chin, breathing hard, and he let her. This fierce, mean woman was in his arms, trembling, her heart pounding against him like it belonged to a scared little girl. Her slender body hugged into him. His fingers traced the sharp edges of her spine and shoulder blades. Alex was right. Mei was starving, and not just for food.
“I like this,” he whispered, his own heart pounding a noisy beat. She wasn’t the only one who was scared. He’d overstepped the invisible line between agent and client, and he’d done it with the Wicked Witch of the West.
She didn’t speak, and he was glad. There were no words for the tender moment. Like a happily married couple, they stood there in each other’s arms. He absorbed the feeling that had sprung up between them, stroking her cheek when he pushed a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. She had delicate ears, a soft curl of skin that looked more like fine bone china beneath his rugged fingertip.
When she lifted her face, Mei searched his with wondering eyes, and he couldn’t look away. Heck. He could barely breathe--until she took a step back.
“There. Was that good enough, Agent Lennox? Do you think we fooled them?” She nodded sideways in the direction of the Lincoln.
She couldn’t have hit harder if she’d punched him square in the solar plexus. He actually felt dizzy. He’d kissed–-Hagatha.
“Let’s get it over with. I have work to do.” With one hand still in the center of his chest, she pushed away.
The wife of one handsome husband and the mother of three perfect sons, Irish divides her time between writing at home and travelling the country with her man while - writing. (Seriously, what else?)
She believes in making every day count for something and follows the wise admonition of her mother to, "Look out the window and see something!"
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