Free Killer Secrets by Lora Leigh

have you ordered
    yet?"
    "I was waiting for you." Her affection for him
wasn't feigned.
    "And now I'm here. We'll enjoy our lunch and then
check out your Angelic Villa."
    That evening, well after the sun had made its stunning exit
from the sky in a multihued splendor of
    brilliance, she and her uncle smuggled her weapons into the
newly leased villa and stored them in the false
    bottom of the locking cedar chest at the foot of the
filmy-curtained king-sized bed. But first they had
    made a complete sweep of the house for electronic bugs.
    Kira sighed wearily as she straightened, glanced at the
clock on the bedside table, and calculated her
    chances of catching up with Ian that night at one of the
clubs. Considering the amount of time it would
    take to get ready, they weren't good.
    "Daniel will be staying down the hall," Jason
told her as he stored the little electronic black wand used to
    detect the listening devices into a secure section of the
overnight bag she kept by her bed.
     
    "Will you be staying in Aruba?" Kira kept her
voice soft as she moved to the curtained balcony doors
    and looked out toward the stone fence that surrounded the
Fuentes estate. She could see the upper floor
    of the villa, and if her source was right, she was staring
directly at the window to Ian's bedroom. It was
    the single most important reason for the acquisition of
this particular property.
    "I have to fly out day after tomorrow," he told
her softly. "I'll take one of the guest rooms and set up the
    security while you go let yourself be seen tomorrow. I'd be
interested to know which players we have
    gathering here."
    "Too many if those I saw in the clubs last night were
any indication." She sighed, watching as the
    bedroom light in the other villa flipped on then seconds
later was dark again. "Ian has a bull's-eye on his
    back, Jase, and if I'm not mistaken several of the players
based here believe America would give them a
    quiet nod of approval if they took him out."
    "Ian made the decision himself," Jason pointed
out, apparently satisfied that there was nothing
    compromising in the room, then moved to where she stood by
the balcony doors.
    "You're fascinated with him," he stated, stopping
behind her to grip her shoulders and pull her back
    against him. She felt his lips at the top of her head and
his steady affection surrounding her.
    They were each other's rocks, and had been for twenty years
now. Their shared past had shaped their
    shared present and all the choices that had brought him
there.
    "What would Daddy have thought of him?" she
suddenly asked. She hadn't wondered in years what her
    parents would have thought of anything.
    "He would have respected his strength," Jason
answered simply. "But he would have worried about it as
    well. Your man isn't known for his tender ways where women
are concerned, sweetie."
    No, Ian was known for tying them down, torturing them with
demanding caresses and warm spankings.
    He was known for his sexual demands and his determined
lusts. He wasn't known for roses and
    champagne or poet's verses.
    "I'm not exactly known for my tender ways where men
are concerned either," she pointed out teasingly.
    "No. You're not." There was an edge of sorrow in
his voice. "Your father would have gutted me for
    drawing you into this life and your mother would have never
forgiven me."
    Kira leaned her head back against his chest and clasped his
hands at her shoulders.
    "Momma told me once that you were destined to do great
things," she told him, remembering how much
    her tiny mother had adored her overgrown brother. "She
loved you as fiercely as she loved me."
    And her momma had been taken away from them both. Her
momma, her daddy, and the woman her
    uncle had been engaged to. A terrorist's bomb had killed
them while they were on vacation in Greece,
    though it had been speculated that the bomb had been meant
for them. Her father had been as immersed
    in the covert life as she and Jason were.
    "She would have been proud