Secret Agent, Secret Father
Donna Young
MILLS & BOON
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DONNA YOUNG, an incurable romantic, lives in beautiful Northern California with her husband and two children.
To Wendy and Jimmy, I love you, Mom and Dad.
With the pain came consciousness.
It pierced the cataleptic depths with jagged teeth that gnawed through skull and skin.
The man lifted his head, testing. Blood coated his tongue, coppery and thick. He groaned as the nausea tightened his gut, pressed into his chest.
They’re coming! The words screamed at him through the blanket of fog, adding a bite to the pain. His eyes fluttered open. Blurred lines altered, then cleared into comprehensible patterns.
Rain trickled in through the half-shattered windshield. The splatter of water mixed with his blood turning the air bag pink in the semidarkness. A light pole lay bent across the top of the sports coupé, its base uprooted from the cement.
How long had he been unconscious? He shifted, trying to relieve the pressing weight on his lungs, focusing on the half-deflated air bag wedged between the steering wheel and his chest.
A shaft of white heat impaled his right shoulder. He let out a slow hiss.
After a moment, he pulled his other arm in from the driver’s side window, noting for the first time he held a pistol tight in his grip. The silver flashed in the night. The cold steel felt good in the palm of his hand. No, more than good, he thought.
