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She was no longer out of reach.
She was right there. So close.
He turned fully toward her, almost helpless, and caught her chin in his fingers.
“I was getting you back.” Logan recognized his mistake. He was letting this case get personal, and that was the last thing he should be doing.
Let her go. Hands off. Get her on the plane. Deliver her home.
Walk away. But it had been so long since he’d held her.
Even longer since he’d kissed her. One moment of weakness. Would it really hurt? Would it really—
She rose onto her toes and kissed him.
Yes.
About the Author
USA TODAY bestselling author CYNTHIA EDEN writes tales of romantic suspense and paranormal romance. Her books have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and she has received a RITA® Award nomination for best romantic suspense. Cynthia lives in the deep South, loves horror movies and has an addiction to chocolate. More information about Cynthia may be found on her website, www.cynthiaeden.com, or you can follow her on Twitter (www.twitter.com/cynthiaeden).
Alpha One
Cynthia Eden
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Chapter One
“You don’t deserve to die here.”
Juliana James looked up at the sound of the quiet voice. She couldn’t move her body much because she was still tied hand and foot to the chair in the dimly lit room. Tied with rough ropes that bit into her skin. Though she’d struggled for hours, she hadn’t been able to break free. She’d done nothing but slice open her flesh on the ropes.
“If you tell them … what they want to know …” He sighed. “They might let you go.”
Juliana swallowed and felt as if she were choking back shards of glass. How long had it been since they’d given her anything to drink? After swallowing a few more times, she managed, “I don’t know anything.” She was just trapped in a nightmare. One day, she’d been soaking up the sun on a Mexican beach, and the next—
Hello, hell.
It was a nightmare all right, and she desperately wanted to wake up from it. Ready to wake up—now.
John Gonzales, the man who’d been held captive with her for—what was it now? Three? Four days?—was slumped in his chair. She’d never met John until they were thrown together in this hell. They’d both been kidnapped from separate areas in Mexico. The men who’d abducted them kept coming and getting John, taking him.
Hurting him.
And she knew her time was coming.
“I’m not … perfect,” John’s ragged voice whispered to her. “But you … you didn’t do anything wrong … It was all your father.”
Her father. The not-so-honorable Senator Aaron James. She might not know who had taken her, but once her abductors had started asking their questions, Juliana had figured out fast that the abduction was payback for something the senator had done.
Daddy hadn’t raised a fool. Just, apparently, someone to die in his place.
Would he even care when he learned about what had happened to her? Or would he just hold a press conference and look appropriately saddened and grievous in front of all the cameras? She didn’t know, and that fact made her stomach knot even more.
Juliana exhaled slowly. “Perfect or not …” She didn’t know the things that John had done. Right then, they didn’t matter. He’d talked to her when she’d been trapped in the dark. He’d kept her sane during all of those long, terrible hours. “We’re both going to make it out of here.”
His rough laughter called her words a lie.
She’d only seen his face a few times, when the light was bright enough in the early mornings. Appearing a bit younger than her own thirty years, John had the dark good looks that had probably gotten him plenty of female attention since he was a teen.
Not now, though.
“Do you have any … regrets?” John asked her. She saw his head tilt toward her as he waited for her response.
Juliana blinked against the tears that wanted to fill her eyes. Regrets? “A few.” One.
A pause. Then “You ever been in love, Juliana?”
“Once—” and in the dark, with only death waiting for her, she could admit this painful truth “—but Logan didn’t love me back.” Pity, because she’d never been able to—
The hinges on the door groaned as it opened. Juliana tensed, her whole body going tight with fear. John was already swearing, jerking against his binds, but …
But the men weren’t coming for him this time.
They were coming for her.
Juliana screamed.
LOGAN QUINN FELT A TRICKLE of sweat slide down his back. He didn’t move, not so much as a muscle twitch. He’d been in position for the past forty-three minutes, waiting for the go-ahead to move.
To storm that building and get Julie out of there.
Hold on, baby.
Not that she was his baby. Not anymore. But the minute Senator James had contacted him, asking for his help and the help of his team, Logan had known that trouble, serious trouble, had come to hunt him down.
Julie’s
