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

“Right. I think she lives in Pennsylvania. She was dumped here because Milton lived here and knew of a place where he thought they’d never find her. Which they didn’t for six months. Only the tip led them to her.”


“If you hadn’t been at the lake, they might’ve dumped Milton in a place where he wouldn’t have been found for years either.”


“And we wouldn’t be where we are today.” Bond sighed and rose, stacked his dishes in the dishwasher, and then turned and ran the heels of his palms over his cheekbones and temples. “Being cooped up like this is killing me. I need to be out in the open, jogging, snowshoeing, on a snowmobile or even rabbit hunting. Instead, I’m stuck inside, and there are times when I feel I can’t breathe.”


He noticed how quiet Rory had become and regretted his outburst. He approached him from behind, put his hands on his shoulders, and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “And where we are today is us reunited and in each other’s arms.”


Chapter 41