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

Bond entered him, his gaze never leaving Rory’s face as he brought them both to fulfillment.


Later, they toured Rory’s home, and Bond laughed when they entered his library.


“My God, we’re so alike. Except my theme is all about the sea and ships.”


Rory’s wall was plastered with photos and prints of the Wright Brothers at Kitty Hawk, Charles Lindbergh, Chuck Yeager, Sally Ride, the first woman in space, and even the bold but ill-fated Amelia Earhart.


Perhaps the largest were of Alan Shepard in his flight suit, the first man in space on Freedom 7and commander of the Apollo 14moon flight. Next to him was Sally Ride, first woman in space, dressed in her flight suit.


“She was gay,” Rory said in a quiet voice.


“She was?” Surprise rumbled through Bond.


“Until her death, no one knew she’d had a woman partner for thirty years.”


“I think we both know how damned difficult it must’ve been for her to hide who she really was.” Bond slid an arm around Rory’s waist and hugged him.


Chapter 37