Unchained by Suzanne Halliday, Jenny Sims Read Free Book Online Page A

her organizational, Zen-master heart—stepped in and settled the whole thing. With her usual take-charge panache, she arranged for video tours of several properties halfway between Sedona and the Marquez property, close to the location where Parker was building Angie Marquez a love shack.
    Heather fell in love with one of the houses, and that was that. The place they settled on was a spectacular five-bedroom home that everyone knew was overkill. That didn’t stop him, though, from buying the thing once Betty finagled a deal he couldn’t walk away from.
    It was Southwestern suburban paradise at its best with an open first floor and a top-of-the-line kitchen, a playroom with French doors that opened off the living room, a home office, two garages, and every bell and whistle his little family could want. There was a pool, a spa, a fenced yard area, and a large concrete pad big enough to park an RV.
    The second floor of the newly constructed home was better than anything he could have dreamed. The bedrooms upstairs opened to a large common loft area where Heather planned to create a smaller, cozy family zone. Perfect for Bella. Perfect for them.
    Oh yeah. And the master bedroom? It was a small city with a raised sleeping platform and a separate seating area. Perfect for the Tantra chair his hot girlfriend found so useful. They each had a walk-in closet, and the bathroom was large enough to rival the size of a New York City apartment. He planned to make love to Heather in the enormous tiled shower—after all, it came with a convenient fucking ledge. He could sit with her straddling him or even better, she could bend over and use the ledge for support as he pounded her from behind.
    He was a homeowner, for fuck’s sake, and was planning a shit-ton of Brody and Heather debauchery in their new place because … well, because he could.
    Besides daydreaming about the future, he was also scrambling to take care of some Justice business too. That was why he’d been driving into D.C. for the last week. Those FBI buggers making Justice crazy with demands that involved his rather unique skillset eventually managed to tick Parker off. With him handling the legal affairs while Alex was in Spain, he’d become embroiled in the drama by default.
    In the end, though, it was Brody’s decision to meet them head-on and school all those motherfuckers in a way they’d never forget. He’d done his duty and had the scars and lingering PTSD to prove it. The black suits out at Quantico were kidding themselves for thinking he’d jump to attention just because Uncle Sam came snapping his red, white, and blue fingers.
    No fucking way. His days of peering through a gun scope were over, and unless it involved saving the planet from aliens or defending humanity against a zombie apocalypse, his sniper days were behind him. And that included using him as some sort of gun toting Grand Wizard teaching his ways to hordes of young soldiers just waiting to join the fight.
    Hardly.
    Nope. His life was transformed. By no less than the Justice brothers themselves. He was going to have a dream job as managing director of the Justice Canine Program. It still boggled his mind that they offered him a seat at the big kid’s table. Now he, Heather, and, amazingly, his daughter were starting a brand new life.
    Could shit get any better?

T HE SUN FELT good on her face, but that didn’t stop Stephanie from reaching up to reposition the hat she wore partly for protection and partly because Calder thought the cowgirl style made her look cute.
    Cute. A smile accompanied her silent laugh. Did she still qualify for ‘cute’ when her fiftieth birthday was just days away? Apparently, her sexy boyfriend thought so.
    Boyfriend. This time, the smile and laugh weren’t something she could hold in. She was cute, goddammit! And she had a boyfriend. Fifty was the new Oh, my god , and she intended to make the next year her best yet.
    The sound of hooves thundering from behind