Honeymoon To Die For by Dianna Love Page A

some contract computer security work I can do from home for the time being.”  
    If she thought Hubrecht was distrusting before, telling him she was going to spend her days on a computer while inside the family home clearly bothered him. Now we’re getting somewhere. She told Hubrecht, “But regardless of what I do for work, having us stay in your home is going to be uncomfortable if you don’t trust me, which means none of the family will. So what can I do to solve this dilemma for you?”
    Ryder growled, “You’re not doing anything to prove yourself to them, Bianca.”
    “I like how you think,” Hubrecht said, ignoring Ryder, his attention on Bianca only. “I could use someone with counter-cyber-espionage skills.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “I’ll have my security department clear you.”
    Bianca said, “All right.”
    Ryder growled, “No! She’s my wife. That should be enough.”
    She wasn’t sure if Ryder meant that or was just playing up the moment so she turned to him. “We talked about this. You know it’s always going to be an issue.”  
    “I trust you. That’s all that matters.”  He cupped her face, holding her gaze long enough for her to see the struggle in his eyes. He really didn’t want her to agree?
    No. That was just great acting.
    She put her hand up on Ryder’s arm and put some pleading in her eyes. “But I want to fit in with your family and they aren’t going to allow me to if Hubrecht isn’t satisfied.” And I am not letting you come to work without me.  
    Hubrecht interjected, “See? You married a bright girl, Ryder. It’s settled.”  He paused before adding, “There’s a car downstairs inside my secured garage that will take you both to the house. Meet me at ten tomorrow, Ryder.”
    “Don’t you want me here, too, Hubrecht?”
    “I’ll let you know as soon as you have security clearance. It shouldn’t take more than two weeks.”  
    Two weeks? Hubrecht had managed to diffuse the issue and still bar her from VDE for the duration of the operation.
    She needed Ryder to take the job with Hubrecht, but Hubrecht and Ryder might be the ones putting on a show for her right now, which meant she could not allow Ryder to come here without her.
    How the blazes was she going to manage that?
    CHAPTER 8
     
     Munk kept the crosshairs of his night-vision-enhanced scope on the male target who, at half-a-mile away, hammered his mistress on the secluded balcony of a premier London residence—a private flat the man kept secret from his wife.
    The same wife who’d paid Munk exceptionally well for evidence of her husband’s secrets and offered a bonus to tidy up her dirty laundry.
    An unfortunate arrangement for her two-timing husband, but a windfall for Munk.
    Fog smoked around his body and the evening chill felt refreshing after the last two weeks he’d spent in an Iraqi desert hunting a political target.
    Someone else’s politics. Didn’t matter which country or who the target was as long as they agreed on his price.
    His cell phone vibrated in the pocket of his gray desert-patterned cargo pants. Munk’s entire body lay hidden beneath tree branches that overhung the roof. His purposeful choice of clothing blended into the rooftop’s bleak colors. He easily lifted his two-hundred-and-fifteen pounds an inch off the gritty surface to pull the phone out and slide his finger across the surface to answer.
    “What?” he whispered. Munk disliked interruptions while on a mission, but being an enterprising businessman he didn’t want to miss out on any lucrative projects.
    “When can you be in the States?”
    Ohhh—his best-paying American customer. Annoying, but with deep pockets. Munk’s pulse always jumped at the chance to work for this one, but he never allowed his enthusiasm to show. “Depends.”
    “This pays well.”
    “That’s a given.”  Munk adjusted his Barrett Model 99 two millimeters to the right and fixed the crosshairs on his target. Not yet . Let the