Delta Force Desire. C.J. Miller
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It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Connor about his attraction to Kit.
Griffin could keep it in check. He wasn’t a slave to his hormones. Too much was at stake for him to give in to his feelings. Instead, he made the point that mattered most. “My wife died because I couldn’t protect her. What makes you think I can keep Kit safe?”
“This situation is nothing like what happened with Beth. What could you have done differently? No one blames you for Beth’s death except you.”
At the mention of his wife’s name, disgust for himself and anger at her killer renewed. “I ask myself that every day.”
“The answer eludes you because there is no answer. You couldn’t have done anything. What happened with Beth was a terrible atrocity, but protecting Kit will be different. You will be at her side around the clock. She is your sole mission.”
Griffin didn’t care for his body’s response to hearing that. As a red-blooded man, he wanted to be close to Kit. As an operative, he wasn’t qualified to protect her.
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Kit Walker is great with technology. But people—not so much. When her past working on a top secret government project comes back to haunt her, Kit has to rely on Griffin Brooks, an operative for the West Company. Kit doesn’t trust him. Her experiences with men have been rocky and Griffin is far too callous and demanding. Except he’s also drop-dead gorgeous, and Kit finds that hard to ignore and makes it even harder to keep her distance from him.
Tough, competent and cool under fire, Griffin has been sent by the West Company to ensure Kit’s safety. Griffin is unexpectedly drawn to the awkward and unassuming woman he has been assigned to protect. Griffin has something to prove to himself and won’t let anything get in the way of his mission. When the operation goes sideways and Griffin and Kit are forced on the run, Griffin must decide to either protect Kit or his heart.
The characters in this book were inspired by the amazing computer scientists I’ve worked with. I hope my fellow geeks find and enjoy their happy endings!
Best,
C.J. Miller
Delta Force Desire
C.J. Miller
C.J. MILLER loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted through her website, cj-miller.com. She lives in Maryland with her husband and three children. C.J. believes in first loves, second chances and happily-ever-after.
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Contents
Dear Reader
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Kaitlyn “Kit” Walker was not rocking the slinky, glittery red dress. On the hanger, it had looked great. On her, it was garish and borderline indecent. Kit had left her bedroom wearing it only because her sister Marissa had insisted she blend with her model friends. One problem with that: Kit wasn’t a model. She didn’t even photograph that well.
Kit felt awkward and uncomfortable. She was certain she looked like a sausage stuffed into a too-tiny casing, bulging in the wrong places. All she needed was for the seams or zipper to pop and make her humiliation complete. At least no one was looking at her. She was about seven inches too short and thirty pounds too heavy for anyone at the party to be staring at her when so much eye candy was prancing around her, giggling and taking selfies.
Kit preferred to fly under the radar of the constant clicking of cameras on smartphones. She wasn’t anything to post about on social media, and she liked it that way. She preferred to remain out of the public eye.
Kit only had to stay at the swanky rooftop party until they sang happy birthday to her sister and cut the cake—the thousand-dollar, perfectly decorated cake Marissa and her friends wouldn’t touch. Some celebrity baker had prepared it. Would he be insulted if no one bothered to eat it?
It was nearly dusk and the terrace was aglow with silver spherical lanterns. The serving bars were illuminated with fluorescent green. The whole party was not Kit’s scene.
At least their brother seemed to be having a good time. He was flirting and talking with the beautiful women. Their mother was in her element. A former Miss California, sipping champagne, wearing a couture gown, and talking to Marissa’s agent, her mother was all toothy smiles.
Kit’s phone was tucked in her