Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Code Name - Disavowed (Jameson Force Security #8) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Sawyer Bennett |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B096Z3XWRN |
| Book Information: | |
Life works in mysterious ways. Jameson Force Security has just received notice of a disavowed CIA agent in need of rescue in Central America. My blood runs cold when I learn that agent is none other than Greer Hathaway—my former fiancée. Having gone our separate ways more than a decade ago, I still have bitter feelings toward Greer and the demise of our relationship. Those feelings don’t change the fact that I loved her more than anything, so I’m on the next flight out to embark on a rescue mission. Besides, Greer once saved my life, so now it’s time to return the favor and put her firmly in my past. Face-to-face for the first time since ending our engagement, Greer and I are left with not only anger, unanswered questions and regrets, but also the undeniable chemistry we apparently still have. Will the promise of a new future together be enough, or will the same obstacles tear us apart again? | |
| Books in Series: | Jameson Force Security Series by Sawyer Bennett |
| Books by Author: | Sawyer Bennett |
PROLOGUE
Greer
For a spy, I’m not being very smart.
I’m certainly not clandestine.
Parking almost directly across the street from Ladd McDermott’s house is actually kind of obvious.
And so very stupid, especially since Ladd is a spy himself.
Well, only stupid if I don’t want him to see me, but I had come with the idea in mind that we’d have a face-to-face. The confrontation would not be pleasant and could end up causing quite a commotion in the neighborhood.
It’s quite possible he might shoot me.
So I don’t know if I’ll actually have the guts to get out of the car, walk up to his door, and knock on it. It’s been over a year and a half since he’s seen me, and I’m not sure if that’s long enough for his anger to have diminished.
There’s only one way to tell, though. It’s with a determined sigh I reach for the door handle. My fingers curl around the metal, but before I can pull, a car that had approached from behind swings into Ladd’s driveway.
I immediately sink lower into my seat, pull the brim of my baseball cap down, and thank God the rental car has semi-tinted windows.
The dark navy BMW 5 Series comes to a halt before the garage where the brake lights stay lit for only a few seconds. The driver’s door opens, and my breath hitches when I see Ladd unfold himself from the seat.
Christ, he’s gorgeous and has hardly changed. He still wears his dark hair short, which is shot liberally through with streaks of premature gray, a phenomenon that started when he was just twenty-five years old. I used to tease him it was the nature of our work that did it, but his father was apparently the same way. Regardless, I thought the perfection of his face and cool blue eyes bore the gray wonderfully, and to me, he was simply the most beautiful man in the entire world.
Still is at age thirty, and while the gray might be taking up a little more real estate than it did at twenty-five, he’s even more handsome than the last time I saw him. Frankly, his hair could fall out and warts could pop out all over his head, and I’d still be attracted to him.
Ladd trots around the back of the BMW but rather than stepping onto the sidewalk that meanders through beds of begonias and daylilies to the front porch, he moves to the car’s passenger side.
My breath full-on freezes in my lungs when he pulls open the door and offers assistance to whoever is sitting there.
Things move in slow motion as an elegant hand extends outward, placing fingers into his palm. My stomach turns as Ladd smiles at what is obviously a woman in the passenger seat. She must say something because he tips his head back and laughs before his sparkling eyes come back to her.
Time speeds up and it all happens so fast, I have a hard time comprehending what I’m seeing.
He takes her other hand and her legs swing out, clad in leggings and ballet flats.
Ladd bends at the waist and tugs at the woman.
Yes, tugs—and my gut flops over on itself when I see a very round belly popping out of the car before the rest of the passenger.
She’s gorgeous with golden-blond hair flowing down her back, a brilliant smile, and a very, very pregnant belly showcased in a well-fitting shirt. She’s one of those women who can wear tight clothes when pregnant and still look like she could stroll down a Milan catwalk.
Ladd pulls her right into his body, wraps his arms around her waist, and dips his head to kiss her softly on the mouth.
Tears prick at my eyes as I note the wedding band on his left hand that I had not noticed before.
They pull apart, join hands, and then make their way up the sidewalk, to the front porch dotted with pots of flowers, and through the door where they disappear from sight.
“Goddamn it,” I mutter to myself, staying slumped in the seat as I stare blindly at the front of his house.
I’m too late.
Ladd’s life is complete. A wife, a kid on the way—everything he always wanted and nothing that I ever did.
I waited too long, and he’s moved on.
CHAPTER 1
Ladd
Ten years later…
I spy Jackson sitting at the large conference table where the on-duty Jameson agents are congregating for our weekly meeting and I’m surprised to see him.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” I ask, because Jackson should be in Bretaria with his girlfriend, Princess Camille Winterbourne.
He grins at me, kicking the rolling chair next to him out in a silent invitation to sit down. “Camille is ready to see the world. Or rather, Pittsburgh. We’re going to stay here awhile and travel in our downtime.”
“And you’re going to stay in your little apartment here at headquarters?” I ask, because while Camille is about as down-to-earth as royalty can be, I can’t see her wanting to live there.