cleared his throat. “Nothing, as far as
I’m concerned, but the officers won’t investigate much if you
wiggle your ass in those short shorts.”
Cameron stood and dropped the scoop back into
the bucket of ice cream before handing it to him. “Like this?” She
swung her hips as she turned and climbed the stairs.
His eyes caressed her as she walked, the
motion of her shapely hips whetting his already ravenous appetite.
She paused on the top stair and peeked over her shoulder.
“Oh, Max,” she chided while she batted her
eyelashes, “you can unwrap your gift later.”
Max clenched his fists, both irritated and
excited, and almost lost control. In his current state of arousal,
it would only take a minute to take the edge off. They probably had
at least ten minutes. He swore under his breath. Who was he
kidding? Ten minutes wouldn’t be near enough. Hell, ten days might
not cut it. Succumbing once again to self torture, he sat back down
on the stairs, crammed the scoop into the ice cream and then lifted
it to his mouth.
* * *
After what seemed like hours of questioning,
Max crowned the situation fully investigated and ushered the
policemen to the door. And after several more minutes of persuasive
conversation, he sent a surprisingly docile Cameron off to bed. He
brandished his cell phone and dialed for back-up. There was only
one option. He’d assemble his team. First up, Brett Steele.
A SEAL once under Max’s command and now a
member of SEALs, Inc., Steele possessed the unique skill of
surprise attack. Labeling himself a surfer dude, Steele used his
laid-back, what-the-hell attitude to charm his way through an
investigation and gather Intel from even the most hardened sources.
Steele’s theory was that even the bad guy had his balls squeezed by
the warm, willing noose of his woman’s fist, and his standard m.o.
was to seduce information from her. Even with a couple of close
calls, Steele managed to complete his mission.
“Yeah?” Steele croaked over the line.
“Steele.” Max noted the rustling of bed
sheets in the background. “Are you alone?”
“Unfortunately,” Steele groused. “What’s
goin’ on, Captain?”
“We have a new case.” He winced from the
sting of his battle wounds. “Target with a stalker.”
“Male or female target?”
“Female.”
“24-hour surveillance?”
“Yes.” Max ignored Steele’s jab. “He’s a
determined lunatic. So far, he’s tried to kidnap her at the mall
and tonight, he tried to break in the house.”
Steele whistled under his breath. “Man, he’s
an idiot to take you on. What’s your strategy?”
“Sticking to Cameron doesn’t give me much
time for strategy.”
A tense silence vibrated the phone line
before Steele cleared his throat. “Did you say Cameron?”
Max pinched the bridge of his nose. Here
it comes . “Yeah, why?”
“The same Cameron who packaged her last
stalker with high heels and pantyhose?”
“Yes, and the same stalker. He manipulated an
early release and tracked her down. I’m not sure if he’s stupid
enough to think she would go back to him, or if he’s out for
revenge.”
“Crazy bastard,” Steele muttered.
“The police can’t do much. They issued an APB
and assigned a patrol to the house. He’ll slide right by. I need
you to tail him.”
“I’m on it. I take it you don’t want her to
know.”
“Absolutely not.” Max rubbed his aching
temples. “And don’t let her bust you this time.”
“I’ll be invisible. Want me to call
Shadow?”
Max chewed that over. Shadow was the best
tracker he’d ever trained, and his marksmanship was second only to
Steele. Maybe next time. “No. He’s working the Ellison case.”
“Affirmative,” Steele said over a snicker. “I
can’t wait to see Cameron in action.”
* * *
CHAPTER NINE
Cameron wasn’t sure which had awoken her, the
morning sunlight streaming through the opening in the curtains or
all the racket coming from
I’m concerned, but the officers won’t investigate much if you
wiggle your ass in those short shorts.”
Cameron stood and dropped the scoop back into
the bucket of ice cream before handing it to him. “Like this?” She
swung her hips as she turned and climbed the stairs.
His eyes caressed her as she walked, the
motion of her shapely hips whetting his already ravenous appetite.
She paused on the top stair and peeked over her shoulder.
“Oh, Max,” she chided while she batted her
eyelashes, “you can unwrap your gift later.”
Max clenched his fists, both irritated and
excited, and almost lost control. In his current state of arousal,
it would only take a minute to take the edge off. They probably had
at least ten minutes. He swore under his breath. Who was he
kidding? Ten minutes wouldn’t be near enough. Hell, ten days might
not cut it. Succumbing once again to self torture, he sat back down
on the stairs, crammed the scoop into the ice cream and then lifted
it to his mouth.
* * *
After what seemed like hours of questioning,
Max crowned the situation fully investigated and ushered the
policemen to the door. And after several more minutes of persuasive
conversation, he sent a surprisingly docile Cameron off to bed. He
brandished his cell phone and dialed for back-up. There was only
one option. He’d assemble his team. First up, Brett Steele.
A SEAL once under Max’s command and now a
member of SEALs, Inc., Steele possessed the unique skill of
surprise attack. Labeling himself a surfer dude, Steele used his
laid-back, what-the-hell attitude to charm his way through an
investigation and gather Intel from even the most hardened sources.
Steele’s theory was that even the bad guy had his balls squeezed by
the warm, willing noose of his woman’s fist, and his standard m.o.
was to seduce information from her. Even with a couple of close
calls, Steele managed to complete his mission.
“Yeah?” Steele croaked over the line.
“Steele.” Max noted the rustling of bed
sheets in the background. “Are you alone?”
“Unfortunately,” Steele groused. “What’s
goin’ on, Captain?”
“We have a new case.” He winced from the
sting of his battle wounds. “Target with a stalker.”
“Male or female target?”
“Female.”
“24-hour surveillance?”
“Yes.” Max ignored Steele’s jab. “He’s a
determined lunatic. So far, he’s tried to kidnap her at the mall
and tonight, he tried to break in the house.”
Steele whistled under his breath. “Man, he’s
an idiot to take you on. What’s your strategy?”
“Sticking to Cameron doesn’t give me much
time for strategy.”
A tense silence vibrated the phone line
before Steele cleared his throat. “Did you say Cameron?”
Max pinched the bridge of his nose. Here
it comes . “Yeah, why?”
“The same Cameron who packaged her last
stalker with high heels and pantyhose?”
“Yes, and the same stalker. He manipulated an
early release and tracked her down. I’m not sure if he’s stupid
enough to think she would go back to him, or if he’s out for
revenge.”
“Crazy bastard,” Steele muttered.
“The police can’t do much. They issued an APB
and assigned a patrol to the house. He’ll slide right by. I need
you to tail him.”
“I’m on it. I take it you don’t want her to
know.”
“Absolutely not.” Max rubbed his aching
temples. “And don’t let her bust you this time.”
“I’ll be invisible. Want me to call
Shadow?”
Max chewed that over. Shadow was the best
tracker he’d ever trained, and his marksmanship was second only to
Steele. Maybe next time. “No. He’s working the Ellison case.”
“Affirmative,” Steele said over a snicker. “I
can’t wait to see Cameron in action.”
* * *
CHAPTER NINE
Cameron wasn’t sure which had awoken her, the
morning sunlight streaming through the opening in the curtains or
all the racket coming from
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