Dr. Bond Bergstrom fights to save the life of a man shot near the lakeside path where he jogs. Later, when the hospital where Bond works as chief of surgery learns the shooter attempted to kill him also, the board insists on assigning security protection to him 24/7 until the killer is caught.<br><br>Bond is furious with the decision. Former Navy SEALs, he argues, can protect themselves better than anyone in the world. Not so, counters former Delta Force operative Rory O’Shea. He’s the hot, sexy Irish-American who owns the agency providing the hospital’s routine security.<br><br>Bond grudgingly gives in, unaware that O’Shea has an ulterior motive in assigning himself to spend nights with the doctor as his personal bodyguard. Will O’Shea prove he has what it takes to satisfy Bond -- both in and out of the bedroom?

Amen to Love

O’Shea was a noisy, spirited player, and they each split a game. He was ready to break the tie, but Bond said, “Sorry. I have rounds tomorrow before office hours, and I need to get some sleep.”


So they racked the balls and hung up their cues and chalk for the night.


“Help yourself to whatever’s in the kitchen for breakfast. Hope you brought your tea because coffee’s all I have. I have bedding, by the way, so you won’t need your own. I also have a pillow if you didn’t bring a favorite. We do have to share the bathroom, however.”


“So long as it’s got hot water and towels, it’ll be heaven.”


Bond nodded. “Our accommodations on missions, if you could call them that, usually left a great deal to be desired.”


“The hole in the floorboards for a toilet were the ones that got to me, being as tall as I am. Me knees were touchin’ me chin.”


They laughed companionably again as they climbed the stairs to the second floor.


Chapter 21