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Big Trouble ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Resist'

“Damn and double damn,” Aiden muttered under his breath. He should have known the “little” and “easy” favor for Jenkins was going to be “big” and “trouble.” Jordan Dean wasn’t the pampered princess, or the cold-hearted bitch Aiden had expected.

Jordan was a caring, straightforward woman who didn’t seem to be intimidated by him. Which was a first, especially since he had intentionally opened their exchange with his I-can-kill-you-in-ten-seconds-or-less look. Her grit made the soft, alluring woman all the more intriguing.

With his assignment in the Philippines finished, he had planned a few days to catch up with Finn. He and Finn made a point, whenever they got together, to toast Parker and the Afghan boy with a beer and a Snickers. Nothing in his plans had entailed serving as a fricking bodyguard for a billionaire’s daughter.

Their tradition had started when Aiden stopped by Yemen to check on Finn after the “situation” in Afghanistan. Aiden recognized that part of the trip was to assuage his own guilt in losing Finn’s buddy—a talented young man who didn’t deserve to die. Aiden’s visit became an annual ritual, spanning the past four years, and cemented their bond—allegiance between spec-op soldiers with the life expectancy of a daylily.

Aiden never spoke of the loss in Afghanistan again and doubted Finn did either. What was the point in examining feelings? Duty demanded you pick yourself up and do the job.

He was in Seattle because he wasn’t sure he wanted to pick himself up and do the job anymore, not after the death of Jackson in Marawi. The cryptic text from Finn—”The Frogman is finished.”—was a sign. Now, instead of decompressing with a fellow member of spec ops who would share his warrior’s view of Jackson’s death, and how many deaths it might take to finally say “enough,” he was duded up and playing nice to the same sort of people he had rejected in order to join the military.

Talk about irony. He’d had enough of the wealthy—most of whom had no concept of the realities of the working world—to last his lifetime. Though if any more assignments went down like the Philippines, his lifetime might end up pretty short.

He tracked Jordan’s leggy stride, acutely aware of how her hips undulated in those damn high heels. What was she thinking, wearing those shoes? She’d never be able to run away from an abductor in those things.

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