Leather, Lace and Rock-n-Roll by Mia Dymond Read Free Book Online Page B

wondered how the hell
they were going to pull this off.
    Manuel Diego was a crafty prick and when
Uncle Sam called his SEAL team for help, Max knew the mission would
be more than they bargained for. Chasing terrorists was a bitch,
especially one who had managed to evade capture.
    It hadn’t been his first choice to plant
Hawke in his current role but he had to admit, so far so good.
Hawke proved himself a dedicated soldier and better yet, a
communications genius. They had yet to find a computer Hawke
couldn’t hack. Who in their right mind would’ve ever known he also
possessed rock star quality? Traveling the world as a major rock
star had definite benefits and Hawke had opened several doors in
the investigation. In fact, it had been Hawke’s undercover work
that had brought them to Diablo, Arizona, hot on Diego’s heels.
And, until Hawke got up close and personal with Rachel Newberry
he’d been confident.
    Maybe Steele would be a better candidate for
extracting information. Steele’s combination of smooth talk and
surfer-dude good looks pried information out of even the most
stubborn bastard. He operated on the basic principle that even a
criminal had his balls squeezed by the warm, promising grip of a
woman, and Steele made it a point to find her first. Once he worked
his magic, the criminal was putty in his hands. There was only
problem with that scenario, Hawke would never agree. And, in all
reality, Max couldn’t blame him. The mysterious Miss Newberry was
one fine female specimen.
    Max propped his scuffed combat boots on the
table, folded his arms behind his head, and allowed his thoughts to
drift back over the latest cast of characters in this mission. Most
specifically, the stacked, blue-eyed blonde from the concert.
    Normally he didn’t give Hawke’s groupies the
time of day, but this one demanded his attention. His undivided
attention. Compared to his six foot plus, she was tiny, just over
five feet tall with an attitude twice her size, and his animal
instincts roared to tame her. Yet, something about her spelled
wild. He winced when his cock jumped. Oh, hell no. He slammed the
door on his thoughts, relieved when the three other soldiers
entered the suite.
    He glanced at Steele. “Well, any red
flags?”
    “Maybe.”
    Max eased to the front of the couch and
waited for him to elaborate.
    “Pacific Valley Heights is clean, however,
Rachel Newberry is dodging shadows.”
    “How so?” Max rubbed his jaw.
    “She hasn’t been in Diablo long. She was
employed by Bridgewater & Austin in New York City.”
    “Impressive firm.”
    “She left New York City in a hurry.”
    Max’s gut clenched. “Why?”
    “Apparently, her architectural degree wasn’t
the only thing that impressed William Bridgewater. They were lovers
for almost two years. When Bridgewater’s wife caught on, all hell
broke loose. In the end, Bridgewater blamed the whole thing on
Rachel and fired her. Rachel packed her bags and left town.”
    Max snorted. “That’s it?”
    Steele nodded. “So far. Cameron Tremaine is
interesting, though.”
    “Tell me about it,” Max muttered. “Has she
done time?”
    Steele snickered. “No, nothing like that. She
doesn’t have a criminal record. She has, however, had a stalker in
the past.”
    “Who?”
    “Ex-boyfriend. He is doing time. The arrest
report is hilarious.”
    “How so?”
    “The responding officer found him with a
black eye, a bloody nose, and his hands tied behind him with
nylon.”
    “Rope?”
    “No...pantyhose.”
    Max shook his head in disbelief and pinched
the bridge of his nose. Pantyhose. She used pantyhose to tie up her
stalker. Unbelievable. Resourceful, but unbelievable.
    He wondered what kind of weapon she branded
to beat him. Probably one of those high heeled contraptions she
wore. The ones that made her legs go on for days. The same
accessories that would look perfect on her naked body.
    Someone cleared his throat and Max glanced up
to see Hawke wearing a