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

Rory revved the motor. “Ready?” he yelled.


He peeled out, dirt and rocks spewing from the backs of the tires as he hit the track that would spell freedom and a day of fun. 13


His butt and shoulders were stiff and sore from managing his turn taking the big, heavy Honda up and down the motocross track and jumps yesterday, but Bond felt like he’d been born anew, let out of jail. He even sang as he drove to work.


Cars were pulling into the doctors’ lot at the hospital, and as he parked and left his car, he saw Phyllis Morgana walking toward the coded entrance. He waited by his car to avoid her since she seemed to be avoiding him.


“‘Morning, Bond,” Carrie Peale called out.


He waved and was about to speak when he heard a commotion near the locked door. Phyllis was screaming protests, and Deputy Merrill was snapping cuffs on her, while Detective Wilson tried to talk to her over her yells.


Chapter 42