Mine To Have (Mine - Romantic Suspense Book 5) by Cynthia Eden Page A

placement while the guy had been in The Blade. Now all he had to do was stay within range and follow that guy all the way to Saxon’s hiding spot.
    Then, Elizabeth…you die.
    Over the years, he’d always prided himself on being a professional. If he took a job, then he got that job done. Period. He’d been hired to kill the Wards—all three of them. But Elizabeth had escaped…vanished for two years.
    Until she’d shown up—quite literally—in Wesley Locke’s lap.  Wesley had once been part of Luther’s payroll, and when the guy made the connection, he had run straight to the big boss, squealing about how he should get credit for her hit.
    No one gets credit for my kills.
    But then Wesley had changed his mind. Gone soft. Said that Elizabeth wasn’t hurting anyone, that she should go free.
    By then, it had been too late for such foolish talk.  And with Wesley waffling, well, he’d had to die, too.
    You kill once, and then the dominoes start falling. It was a good thing he’d always been so good at dominoes.
    When he’d taken out Elizabeth’s parents two years ago, she’d been at the house when he did his reconnaissance work. He’d gone there, spilled his usual BS about installing a security system, even as he really cased the house and got a good look at the cars while planning his hit.
    Since Elizabeth hadn’t died— like she should have— he’d worried for years that she would remember him.  That she’d put the puzzle pieces together, and then his secret double life would be exposed.  That hell would be brought out into the open.
    The hit on the Ward family had been a big one—worth one million dollars. That hit should have set him up for life, but Luther hadn’t paid him. Because I didn’t take out the daughter.
    But when Elizabeth died, he’d finally get his big pay day. And he’d finally be able to sleep at night without wondering…
    Does she remember me?
    Unfortunately, Victor and Saxon would also have to die in the coming battle. Two FBI agents—gunned down while protecting an innocent woman. Ah, he was sure their funeral services would be just lovely.
    If he tried hard enough, he figured that he’d even be able to muster up a tear or two. He’d always been such a fine actor.  

Chapter Eight
    Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes. She’d fallen asleep, just…sank into darkness after that last orgasm.  And she had no idea how long she’d been out.  She pushed up—the light coming through that window didn’t seem as strong. Was the sun getting ready to set?  Frowning, she looked back down at the bed, and she saw that Saxon was by her side.
    His hand was curved around her stomach. His body pressed closely to her own.
    She caught herself staring at him. Great, now I’m pulling the stalker routine. Watching the guy while sleeps.
    But he was rather cute when he slept.
    Then she heard the unmistakable growl of an engine, one that was driving far too fast. Coming far too close.
    Saxon’s eyes flew open. There was no sleepiness in his stare. His gaze was completely aware—and deadly.  Before she could speak, he leapt from the bed. He yanked on his jeans and grabbed a gun from under the table.
    Wait, under the table? The guy had actually taped a gun beneath his table?
    “Saxon?” She rose, her own movements slow and jerky as she searched for her clothes.  She put on her skirt, blood-stains and all, but she didn’t grab her shirt. She used his, instead. Then she hopped and put on the tennis shoes he’d brought her. “What’s going on?” That growling engine was getting louder and louder. Closer and closer.
    He peered out the window. “I fell asleep.”
    “Um, we both did.”  After earth-shattering, mind-numbing sex. The first time in her life that she’d had the mind-numbing variety of sex.
    “I never fall asleep with a lover.”
    His words hurt her. Why, she wasn’t sure. Maybe because it sounds like I’m just one in a line.
    “Missed my damn check-in with Vic. Now