After bio-terrorists use
ricin to kill a man, they plan to attack innocent children by using
ricin filled handcrafted dolls created by Letti Noel. After years of
building her business, Letti now longs for romance and commitment, and
thinks she might have found it in Taut Johnson. Only unbeknownst to her
he is an FBI agent working undercover to find the terrorist. He knows
he can't allow a relationship to develop until the case is over, yet
finds that he is unwittingly falling for Letti, and now she is in
danger, bringing back the past and a fear that he cannot protect those
he loves.
Meanwhile, children are in increasing danger.
Meanwhile, there is another death.
Meanwhile, Taut's deceit threatens their growing love even as the stalking terrorists threaten their lives.
She finally raised her head,
flushed with what she could only imagine was a brilliant blush, she now making
first eye contact. Why? He was an attractive man, the remember-to-breathe sort
of attractive, with penetrating eyes and a charm-saturated smile. Every
grooming detail meticulously accounted for earlier. He wore a Nat Nast beneath
a vintage leather jacket and jeans that looked like something out of a GQ ad,
perfect fit, perfect stance, perfect... everything. Her mind hung on the ideal of
everything. The last thought reminded her she wasn't thinking about
jeans but about the man in them. Confronted by such a man often embarrassed
her, turning her shy, and with confidence elusive she oft times stuttered.
Fumbling with her out-of-style eyeglasses she found her composure and
responded, “Twenty-two fifty. Wow. That is pricy.”
“It is, but would be worth
it if you smiled." He flashed a smile that nurtured as it tenderly
comforted, and raised an eyebrow calling for that smile.
Though, completely taken off
guard, she felt a flick of panic rush beneath her skin. Easy girl. You can
do this, she told herself silently. So what if this man piqued the urge to
drool and bat a few lashes, then she remembered her eyelashes were on her
nightstand. He was just a man; gorgeous to the square of infinity but still a
man. She knew many handsome men. She thought of Jack the handyman at her
complex who had muscles that could barely fit through the door and Carlos,
owner of a local pizzeria, with his all-white-dazzle smiles and
compliments. But neither were the handsome that attracted Letti, neither
had the voice that made her feel music, or looked at her as if she had a soul.
Somehow, in this instantaneous moment of glance-to-glance, she found that this
stranger did. He coupled her sensibility right to her passion and bridged that
through his eyes retracting her soul into the protective hug of his. He was a
man. All she was able to do was feign an awkward grin as she twittered in
place.
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