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

“Grenade,” they called out simultaneously.


In his stocking feet, Rory was right in front of Bond, who had his jacket in hand now. They raced for the front door just as Edward—the team member who’d been watching the house—flung it open, revolver in hand. Not missing a beat, Edward swung around and led the way out of the house in case the attack had been a ruse to kill Bond as he stepped out the front door. Rory stepped behind Bond and sandwiched him safely between them.


“As soon as I saw on the monitor a bear that wasn’t a bear was tossing something, I called 911,” Edward said.


Sirens screamed and a fire engine rolled into view followed by a paramedic ambulance and a sheriff’s car. Uniformed men and women poured out as their doors opened.


Rory had seen white smoke rising from the basement stairs as they’d run past. “Stun grenade.”


“Maybe, but something’s burning,” Bond said in surprise and anger. These weapons weren’t meant to trigger fires.


Chapter 34