A Lover's Vow by Brenda Jackson Read Free Book Online

figure out why. So I felt the two of us needed to discuss it.”
    â€œThere’s nothing to discuss. If you were going to be there, then I wasn’t. Now back to the part about why you thought I was followed.”
    She was about to call him an ass again but remembered his warning. “I’m a PI, Dalton. I can recognize a tail. In fact, the person is still parked out there. I plan to go out through your back door and catch him by surprise.”
    Her story sounded too far-fetched to have been made up.
He’d been followed?
Hadn’t he been getting an eerie feeling about that lately? He stared at her. “You sure?”
    â€œPositive. Now I need to—”
    â€œWait.”
    â€œLike hell I’ll wait, and don’t suggest we call the police,” she said. “I used to be a cop. I can handle this.”
    From the way she was handling that Glock, he believed her. But still, if someone was out there, it might be a foe of the USN, the United Security Network. A few years ago, he’d worked as an agent for the United States Government while living in Europe. No one knew...except for Lady Victoria Bowman, one of his former lovers, but his secret was safe with her. His brothers didn’t even know of his involvement with the USN, and his identity and role in the agency was never to be revealed. But what if it had been?
    â€œI need to get dressed,” he said, moving toward his bedroom. “Your assumption that I was followed might be a misunderstanding.”
    â€œWhy?”
    Jules was asking too many damned questions. “Just sit tight for a second. If the person is just sitting there, that means he won’t be going anywhere.” He closed his bedroom door behind him and quickly began dialing a number he’d hoped he had no reason to ever call again.
    A gruff voice came on the line. “It’s late, Granger.”
    â€œThat’s too fucking bad. I was followed tonight,” Dalton said, tossing off his robe and grabbing a pair of jeans and shirt from his closet.
    There was a pause, and the voice that asked the next question was now alert, attentive. “You’re sure?”
    â€œYes, I’m sure.”
    â€œOkay. Give me less than five and I’ll call you back.”
    â€œAll right.” Dalton hung up the phone. He finished dressing and was slipping into his shoes when he got a call back...in less than five. “Okay, what’s the deal?” he asked.
    â€œNothing on our end. If you’re being followed, it has nothing to do with us.”
    Dalton wasn’t sure whether he should feel relieved or exasperated.
    â€œYou must have pissed someone off, Granger.”
    The only person he knew he’d pissed off was presently standing in his living room. “Possibly.”
    â€œTake my advice. Find out what’s going on and deal with it before it deals with you. If you need me for anything, let me know.”
    He nodded. “Okay. Thanks.” He then opened the drawer to his nightstand and pulled out his own pistol. A Glock that was just as impressive as the one Jules had. He tucked it inside his jeans as he left his bedroom. Entering the living room, he found her pacing the floor. Even when pacing she had that sexy walk that could make his entire body go hard. He tried not to focus on how good she looked in her black leather trench coat and matching boots. The belt enhanced her small waistline. It didn’t take much to remember how she’d looked the two times he’d seen her at that nightclub. He knew how her clothes fit beneath that coat and was tempted to forget whoever was following him, cross the room and strip every stitch of clothing off her body.
    She turned around and glared when she saw his gun. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    â€œWhat does it look like? You got your gun, I got mine.”
    She rolled her eyes. “This is not show and tell. Do you even know how to use that