Operation Second Honeymoon
Debra Webb
MILLS & BOON
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, August 20, 1:00 p.m.
Lucas Camp gazed across the table at his lovely wife, Victoria. It was the most beautiful day and yet not nearly as beautiful as she was. Their seventh anniversary was coming up soon. The truth was he could no longer remember his life before she was a part of it, first as his best friend’s wife, then as his closest confidante, and finally as the woman with whom he would spend the rest of his days. She was the only woman he had ever loved, had ever wanted to share his life with.
“A penny for your thoughts.” She smiled and he melted a little more inside.
He, Lucas Camp, the master spy who had gathered intelligence in the most dangerous of places, against the deadliest of enemies, got all squishy just looking at her. “I’m simply enjoying the view.”
“Lucas,” she scolded gently, though he heard the delight in her voice his words had aroused, “we’ve been in Mexico only a few days. There is far too much to savor to be distracted by a sight you see at home every day.” She gestured to the mystic city around them that blended the past and present with the skill of an artist layering bold contemporary strokes of color against the historic sun-bleached whites. The small open-air café they’d chosen for lunch was nestled comfortably between a sleek art gallery and an old crumbling church. All accompanied by quiet conversations and the soft roar of the sea just a few steps away.
“Let’s walk.” Victoria rose from her chair, the pastel blue cotton dress she wore providing a stunning contrast to her innate elegance.
Lucas left payment for their meal and took his wife’s hand. As they strolled to the Malecon, he rubbed the gold band that encircled her ring finger. He would never forget the day he had placed it on her finger or the day she had removed the other band she’d worn for more than two decades. She’d knelt at the grave of James Colby, her first husband and Lucas’s best friend, and explained that she was finally ready to move on with her life. She’d carefully buried that golden band at the base of James’s headstone.
So much had happened since that day. Her son, Jim, had found his way home after nearly twenty years. As a child he had been abducted by an evil man who had sworn vengeance against the Colby family. Since Jim’s return, grandchildren had filled Lucas and Victoria’s lives.
Unfortunately there had also been the typical trials related to their work. Lucas had made many enemies in the world of intelligence gathering and adversary interception, as had the Colbys in their endeavors to right the wrongs done to those who sought help at the Colby Agency.
More recently, a newcomer, Slade Keaton, had created a disturbing series of ripples. He’d taken over the Equalizers, Jim’s private investigations firm that didn’t always play by the rules, and proceeded to insinuate himself into every level of Lucas and Victoria’s lives. There was something about Keaton and the way he watched their every move that nagged at Lucas. But Keaton was a forbidden topic on this vacation. Today, Lucas was focused on his wife. They were many, many miles from work. No one here knew their true identities. They were nothing more than a pair of tourists enjoying a late summer day in paradise. No work. No worries. Well, except for the small, carefully hidden weapon he carried beneath his jacket. Even Victoria understood that a man like Lucas would never be caught unarmed.
“I’m concerned that we haven’t heard from Sloan.”
Lucas chuckled. “Now who’s distracted?” Trevor Sloan lived near Chihuahua with his wife and two children. He had once worked with Victoria at the Colby Agency. He and his wife were, at this very moment, in the process of welcoming baby number three.
Victoria squeezed Lucas’s hand. “You’re right. Sloan will call when there’s news.”
“He will.” It was a flat-out miracle the agency hadn’t called. But then Mildred, Victoria’s assistant, had sworn that nothing outside an absolute emergency would interrupt their long-awaited second honeymoon.
“I’m looking forward to the visit to Pozos. The rebuilding Sloan described sounds marvelous.”
Mineral de Pozos was a small village in the central highlands of Mexico. Once a booming silver mining town, it had been nothing more than a ghost town until a few years ago. But a resurgence, prompted by artists from the U.S. and elsewhere, was underway. Sloan had helped to rebuild a small school there. His enthusiasm had inspired Victoria to suggest she and Lucas take a detour from their itinerary to visit the town. If Lucas knew his wife, and he did, she would be filling those new classrooms with computers and books and most anything else needed.
“Me, too. I think we should leave for Pozos early in the morning,” Lucas suggested. “Take our time. Stop along the way if we stumble upon something interesting.”
Victoria paused and turned to him. “Not too early, I hope.” She tiptoed and placed a kiss on his jaw. “Sleeping in again would be interesting, too.”
“Ten or so is certainly early enough.” Lucas savored the warmth her slightest touch initiated. A delectable array of fruit and soft, sweet cream from room service would be in order for breakfast. Rich coffee and perhaps juice. He would need his strength tomorrow if this morning was
