Will their past thrust them into danger - or each other's arms?

Roman Grisham returned from combat never able to return to the military he so loved. And he wants answers. His answers are linked to the shy and quietly sexy, Germaine Andrews who is looking for quiet seclusion after her life was torn apart. Now they need each other to unriddle the past - but it's their future that is fraught with danger.

Length: 4 hrs., 22 min.

Author: Connie Wood

Narrator: Linda DiGiosaffatte

$7.99

Excerpt:

He had only said a few words to her since their initial debriefing. And then he had only given her the bare minimum information to do her job. Gerri looked down at the newspaper article spread before of her.

The tears threatened again. How was she going to get through this? “Breathe deep child, we will get through this.” The words long forgotten echoed through her head. She smiled in spite of herself. Her Dad’s favorite saying to his head strong, impetuous daughter always had the power to calm her.

He’d always been there to ease her anxiousness. How she missed him. The last time she’d heard him utter that phrase had been during a time of great duress. She had gotten through it. He had not.

Gerri did as his words commanded; she breathed deep. Trying to concentrate on her work, she turned to the next newspaper article. At least this research pertained to war on the African continent in general. If he had requested her to research Zimbabwe, she would have packed up her things there and then and hightailed it out of the room. Her father was buried in that foreign land, along with the memories of the woman she used to be.

It still bothered her that she had been asked to do this research job in the first place. Her time in Zimbabwe, while not exactly a secret, wasn’t something that she advertised. The question of why would someone request her for this job lodged in the back of her mind. Gerri started as Roman backed through the door, using his back to push it open. Her first instinct was to rush over there and help him, but after her last comment, she had the impression that her assistance wouldn’t be appreciated. She feigned interest in the newspaper until he wheeled over the coffee trolley next to her desk.

“Here’s your coffee.” He handed it to her, and added a little awkwardly, “I found some biscuits and cake stashed at the back of the fridge. I thought you might be hungry.”

She smiled up at him as he passed her the coffee and she wished she hadn’t. She had effectively avoided looking directly at him since their initial meeting. He really was devastatingly handsome. The darkness of his brown eyes ignited sparks deep within her belly that had lain dormant for too long. Their renewed arousal made her feel uncomfortable. She squirmed and averted her eyes.

She hastily grabbed the coffee from him, spilling half of it all over the newspaper.

Instantly he was there at her side. He took the overly large white mug from her hand. “Did you burn yourself?”

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