The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door
Cynthia Eden

He tasted her. He claimed. He—

“The cop was still here,” Cooper growled against her lips. “I didn’t want him suspicious.”

He was kissing her for a cover.

Had she moaned? She’d definitely sunk her nails into his shoulders. She’d even arched against him.

“I … I know,” she lied. Their mouths were barely an inch apart. “The kiss was a good idea.”

A car cranked. The engine growled.

“I’m guessing that’s him,” Gabrielle said as she kept her hands on Cooper. But she did retract her nails. “Pulling away?”

He nodded. “I’m not letting you go until he’s gone.”

The Girl

Next Door

Cynthia Eden

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author CYNTHIA EDEN writes tales of romantic suspense and paranormal romance. Her books have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and she has received a RITA

Award nomination for best romantic suspense novel. Cynthia lives in the Deep South, loves horror movies and has an addiction to chocolate. More information about Cynthia may be found on her website, www.cynthiaeden.com, or you can follow her on Twitter (www.twitter.com/cynthiaeden).

Thank you so much to the fabulous staff at Mills & Boon Books. Working with you is a pleasure!

Contents

Chapter One (#uee023952-60a3-53d8-b981-a4705ac9e60f)

Chapter Two (#u1d78f79f-68c0-5046-8499-e2c04790473c)

Chapter Three (#u26ad51bc-7081-5271-acd7-a305a899e1d7)

Chapter Four (#u10f0f848-9543-5336-9220-e552f1d5b661)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

Cooper Marshall burst into the apartment, gun ready as his gaze swept the dim interior of the room that waited for him. “Lockwood!”

There was no response to his call, but the stench in the air—that unmistakable odor of death and blood—told Cooper that he’d arrived too late.

Again.

Damn it.

Cooper rushed deeper into that darkened apartment. He’d gotten his orders from the top. He’d been assigned to track down Keith Lockwood, an ex–Elite Operations Division agent. Cooper was supposed to confirm that the other man was alive and well. He’d fallen off the EOD’s radar, and that had sure raised a red flag in the mind of Cooper’s boss.

Especially since other EOD agents had recently turned up dead.

Cooper rounded a corner in the narrow hallway. The scent of blood was stronger. He headed toward what he suspected was the bedroom. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, so it was easy for him to see the body slumped on the floor just a few feet from him.

He knelt, and his gloved fingers turned the body just slightly. Cooper pulled out his penlight and shone it on the dead man’s face.

Keith Lockwood. Cooper had never worked with the man on a mission, but he’d seen Lockwood’s photos.

Lockwood’s throat had been slit. An up-close kill.

Considering that Lockwood was a former navy SEAL, the man shouldn’t have been caught off guard.

But he had been.

Because the killer isn’t your average thug off the streets.

The killer was also an agent with the EOD, and the killer was trained just as well as Lockwood had been.

No, trained better.

Because the killer had been able to get the drop on the SEAL.

Cooper’s breath eased out in a rough sigh just as a knock sounded on the front door.

The front door that Cooper had just smashed open moments before.