Prologue
Nothing was ever easy… The biggest understatement of the millennia. There was nothing worse than being imperfectly human.
Troy Spade’s mission was supposed to be relatively simple, just a protective security detail to take their medium-risk VIP to the border checkpoint, hand them their strap hanger off to the next team, and then they were to head back to the tactical operations center. Intense, but normal. If they didn’t screw things up, they would be done within a couple hours, debriefed, and back to playing Halo on the Xbox.
Tiff looked glanced over at him, sending him a smile as she drove. He both loved and hated her for the sexy look. This wasn’t the time or the place to bring up all the things they meant to one another. And yet, with that sex-laced smile, all he could think about was running his fingers down her soft, perfect skin as they layid in her bed. This morning, when they had woken up, she had given him a similar smile except thoroughly sated, well -loved, and blissful. He was hers and she was his. In that single action, she and their love was everything he needed.
She was his happy place and he could think of nothing better than spending his days in the constant conflicts that came with war-torn nations and private contracting, and his nights in the peace of her embrace. He had it all.
He took in a breath. Underneath the scent of sand, sweat, and gun oil he could still make out the scent of her on him. He loved the way she naturally smelled of woman and when she wore perfume, it only intensified his need to hold her in his arms once again.
Damn it, Troy. Come back to reality, he thought, checking himself. This. This right here is why being with her isn’t a good idea.
