Native Born

Native Born
Jenna Kernan

HERITAGE OR HEARTBREAK?Apache tribal counsel member Clyne Cosen needs the FBI’s protection. But having Agent Cassidy Walker as his personal bodyguard presents its own dangers. His involvement in the custody battle for Cassidy’s adopted Apache daughter muddled the lines between personal and professional. Now he has feelings for a woman who was not native born.Cassidy will do her job at any cost. But being so close to Clyne means the FBI agent sees him as more than just the man who could take her daughter—he might also steal her heart. Duty. Desire. Which path will Cassidy take…or will a bullet make that decision for her?

“My daughter is on her way to you now. I need you to promise to keep her safe. Don’t forget she’s just a child.” Cassidy turned toward the windows. “A child who should not have to make this choice.”

“She will be with us for her Sunrise Ceremony.”

“Are there drugs involved? Peyote or some such? Because I will bust you, all of you, so fast.”

Clyne rolled his eyes. “You see. This is the trouble. You don’t know anything about us.”

“I know it’s illegal to give drugs to a minor.”

“We won’t.”

“Fine. Dress her up in feathers and beads. It won’t change her.” She stomped across the room and then back, her arms flapping occasionally. Finally she stopped before him. “I can’t believe I kissed you.”

He gave her a satisfied smile. “Well, you did.”

Native Born

Jenna Kernan

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

JENNA KERNAN has penned over two dozen novels and has received two RITA® Award nominations. Jenna is every bit as adventurous as her heroines. Her hobbies include recreational gold prospecting, scuba diving and gem hunting. Jenna grew up in the Catskills and currently lives in the Hudson Valley of New York state with her husband. Follow Jenna on Twitter, @jennakernan (http://www.twitter.com/jennakernan), on Facebook or at www.jennakernan.com (http://www.jennakernan.com).

For Jim, always.

Contents

Cover (#u1548c13e-afac-54c8-b2e2-778e64f71973)

Introduction (#u55fd4acd-8593-5968-b84c-8e7d248f6b55)

Title Page (#u9d5348d2-f29b-5bb6-b884-044ac3a80097)

About the Author (#ubbea216c-c46b-52ac-b1af-0416d5c9c464)

Dedication (#u29959d7f-99b3-5383-92f8-222428405f43)

Chapter One (#u542ccd2f-0efc-539d-b633-a72ec21df39f)

Chapter Two (#u5bc6daec-d9ff-51f9-87b7-8c8d1e2cf81b)

Chapter Three (#u43f1f39a-f131-552a-8785-bf6b4b3d63b3)

Chapter Four (#ud9be5926-5e03-58bd-b354-2504b6a9b0b5)

Chapter Five (#u54aace39-e081-5592-9b60-a5e47115badd)

Chapter Six (#uff4e4cec-1144-5181-9d12-78e748d25735)

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)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#ulink_4eb0160f-226e-5a73-91e4-2ed4dba3f823)

If Cassidy Walker had known what would happen that Monday morning, she most certainly would not have worn her new suit. As an FBI field agent, Cassidy had drawn the short stick on assignments today or perhaps this was her boss’s idea of humor. He knew there was no love lost between her and Tribal Councillor Clyne Cosen. Yet here she was watching his back.

Did her boss think it was funny assigning her to Cosen’s protection or was this still payback for her bust in January? Was it her fault he was skiing in Vail when she and Luke had found both the precursor and the second meth lab? He’d gone back to the Organized Crime Drug Enforcement Task Force to report his agents had made the bust, but he hadn’t been there.

Another feather in Cassidy’s cap.

She glanced over at her supervisor, Donald Tully. Because of his dark glasses, she could not see his eyes. But his smirk was clear enough. The man could hold a grudge.