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Bodyguard Under the Mistletoe
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Bodyguard Under the Mistletoe
Cassie Miles
Bodyguard Under the Mistletoe
Cassie Miles
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#udf6b479c-06e7-5754-aaa7-0797562dae3d)
Title Page (#u2e3e193c-fe98-50ab-810d-b2f50eedba0d)
Author the Author (#ulink_ffc057a1-e64d-5c8a-adb6-e25cd577bdfb)
Dedication (#u07b9ea53-9251-5592-bd44-24d401070e0e)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#ulink_43aafd96-52b9-5d5a-8563-c496719b29f4)
Though born in Chicago and raised in L.A., CASSIE MILES has lived in Colorado long enough to be considered a semi-native. The first home she owned was a log cabin in the mountains overlooking Elk Creek with a thirty-mile commute to her work at the Denver Post.
After raising two daughters and cooking tons of macaroni and cheese for her family, Cassie is trying to be more adventurous in her culinary efforts. Ceviche, anyone? She’s discovered that almost anything tastes better with wine. A lot of wine. When she’s not plotting Intrigue books, Cassie likes to hang out at the Denver Botanical Gardens near her high-rise home.
To Rick. I thought about you a lot when I was writing this book.
Chapter One (#u01b2731f-755e-5438-879d-e3905adcd6b7)
He wasn’t dead yet.
The darkness behind his eyelids thinned. Sensation prickled the hairs on his arm. Inside his head, he heard the beat of his heart—as loud and steady as the Ghost Dance drum. That sacred rhythm called him back to life.
His ears picked up other sounds. The beep-beep-beep of a monitor. The shuffle of quiet footsteps. The creaking of a chair. A cough. Someone else was in the room with him.
The drumming accelerated.
His eyelids opened—just a slit. Sunlight through the window blinds reflected off the white sheet that covered his prone body. Hospital equipment surrounded the bed. Oxygen. An IV drip on a metal pole. A heart monitor that beeped. Faster. Faster. Faster.
“Jesse?” A deep voice called to him. “Jesse, are you awake?”
Jesse Longbridge tried to move, tried to respond. Pain radiated from his left shoulder. He remembered being shot, falling from his saddle to the cold earth and lying there, helpless. He remembered a gush of blood. He remembered…
“Come on, Jesse. Open your eyes.”
He recognized the voice of Bill Wentworth. A friend. A coworker. Good old Wentworth. He’d been a paramedic in Iraq, but that wasn’t the main reason Jesse had hired him. This lean, mean former marine—like Jesse himself—always got the job done.
They had a mission, he and Wentworth. No time to waste. They needed to get into the field, needed to protect…
Jesse bolted upright on the bed and gripped Wentworth’s arm. “Is she safe?”
“You’re awake.” Wentworth grinned without showing his teeth. “It’s about time.”
One of the monitor wires detached, and the beeping became a high-pitched whine. “Is Nicole safe?”
Cassie Miles
Bodyguard Under the Mistletoe
Cassie Miles
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#udf6b479c-06e7-5754-aaa7-0797562dae3d)
Title Page (#u2e3e193c-fe98-50ab-810d-b2f50eedba0d)
Author the Author (#ulink_ffc057a1-e64d-5c8a-adb6-e25cd577bdfb)
Dedication (#u07b9ea53-9251-5592-bd44-24d401070e0e)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#ulink_43aafd96-52b9-5d5a-8563-c496719b29f4)
Though born in Chicago and raised in L.A., CASSIE MILES has lived in Colorado long enough to be considered a semi-native. The first home she owned was a log cabin in the mountains overlooking Elk Creek with a thirty-mile commute to her work at the Denver Post.
After raising two daughters and cooking tons of macaroni and cheese for her family, Cassie is trying to be more adventurous in her culinary efforts. Ceviche, anyone? She’s discovered that almost anything tastes better with wine. A lot of wine. When she’s not plotting Intrigue books, Cassie likes to hang out at the Denver Botanical Gardens near her high-rise home.
To Rick. I thought about you a lot when I was writing this book.
Chapter One (#u01b2731f-755e-5438-879d-e3905adcd6b7)
He wasn’t dead yet.
The darkness behind his eyelids thinned. Sensation prickled the hairs on his arm. Inside his head, he heard the beat of his heart—as loud and steady as the Ghost Dance drum. That sacred rhythm called him back to life.
His ears picked up other sounds. The beep-beep-beep of a monitor. The shuffle of quiet footsteps. The creaking of a chair. A cough. Someone else was in the room with him.
The drumming accelerated.
His eyelids opened—just a slit. Sunlight through the window blinds reflected off the white sheet that covered his prone body. Hospital equipment surrounded the bed. Oxygen. An IV drip on a metal pole. A heart monitor that beeped. Faster. Faster. Faster.
“Jesse?” A deep voice called to him. “Jesse, are you awake?”
Jesse Longbridge tried to move, tried to respond. Pain radiated from his left shoulder. He remembered being shot, falling from his saddle to the cold earth and lying there, helpless. He remembered a gush of blood. He remembered…
“Come on, Jesse. Open your eyes.”
He recognized the voice of Bill Wentworth. A friend. A coworker. Good old Wentworth. He’d been a paramedic in Iraq, but that wasn’t the main reason Jesse had hired him. This lean, mean former marine—like Jesse himself—always got the job done.
They had a mission, he and Wentworth. No time to waste. They needed to get into the field, needed to protect…
Jesse bolted upright on the bed and gripped Wentworth’s arm. “Is she safe?”
“You’re awake.” Wentworth grinned without showing his teeth. “It’s about time.”
One of the monitor wires detached, and the beeping became a high-pitched whine. “Is Nicole safe?”
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