The sun woke her up a good fifteen minutes before her alarm went off. That was her story and she was sticking to it. It was more true that she'd needed the sleeping pill that Danielle had slipped her once she'd snuck back in from her midnight blindfold visit to Webb, but it wasn't true that it had worked as well as it could have. She didn't wake up ( Read more... )

The following morning, Annie woke up when her phone went off and wasn't surprised to see Webb already gone from their bed. She gave a smile to the sun streaming through the open window and stretched ( Read more... )

Signing out of her computer, Annie sat back and sighed. It was Wednesday, the last day she was going to be at work before she left for her wedding. Her wedding to Clay ( Read more... )

Annie was standing at the foot of the bed, three different pictures spread out on the bed in front of her, and when Webb walked in, she turned.

"Oh, good! Which one do you like?"

The drive to Manderly was, as always, relaxing and calm. It put her in the right mind frame for the upcoming holiday and as they passed other houses on their way out of town, she felt herself get more and more into the spirit of Christmas ( Read more... )

They had been married all of three weeks. Three weeks, two of which were spent on their honeymoon, another holiday spent over the 4th of July and then the orders had come down: a long term, undercover assignment spent in Eastern Europe. The details had been clear enough that she knew that contact would be, at best, minimum and at worst nil ( Read more... )

Saturday morning started off sunny, for which Annie would thank someone later. When her alarm went off at seven, she'd already been awake for fifteen minutes, running down the day's plan in her head. She had a feeling that Clay was awake, too, but she didn't want to disturb what she thought was going to be the last bit of calm she was going to have ( Read more... )

In hindsight, it was hard to say where things went so wrong, but after the bullets stopped, Jai lifted his head from the marble floor of the hotel room, all he saw was bits of mattress that had been blown to pieces and shards of glass from where the minibar had been shattered by gunfire ( Read more... )

On the drive back to her house, Annie's mind worked over the different ways they could make Porter's bedroom not so much Porter's bedroom anymore. She totally understood why Clay would have problems sleeping there, much less doing anything that remotely resembled playtime with handcuffs ( Read more... )

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