After years of
cultivating an undercover identity, Brody West is finally off the case and free
to live a life of his own. All that time spent in the company of criminals and
killers left him a little jaded… and with an identity crisis. He isn’t sure who
he is anymore, or who he wants to be.
To give him time to
think, he takes a few days off to go fishing. On his way out of town, he makes
a routine stop at the bank and finds himself flirting with the girl behind the
counter.
But his flirtation is
cut short when criminals burst into the bank and shoot her right before his
eyes.
In attempt to administer
first aid, Brody reveals a tattoo on his upper arm. A mark that will drag him
and the girl into the kind of situation he was trying to get away from. But he
can’t walk away because he’s the only thing capable of keeping Taylor alive and
bringing down the guys who shot her—guys who are seriously
dangerous.
The inside of the bank
greeted me with a blast of cold air and was just as brightly lit as the
sidewalk outside. The walls in here were white and so were the glossy tile
floors. I stepped through the roped off line, lining up behind several others
already waiting. Four tellers stood behind the long wooden counter, each with
their own computer.
It seemed like I stood
in line forever and I grew irritated because I just wanted to get the hell out
of here and onto the open road.
Finally it was my turn
and I moved down the counter toward the last window on the end. I yanked my
wallet and bank card, then looked up.
Suddenly the amount of
time I waited didn’t seem like such an inconvenience. In fact, if I had known
she was the person waiting for me at the end of this counter I would have
waited longer.
Her light scarlet hair
was long and filled with loose curls that fell over her shoulder and down her
chest. Her complexion was flawless with the flush of fresh peaches and her
lower lip was fuller than the top, making it appear as though she had a permanent
pink pout.
“How can I help you
today?” she asked, politely, glancing up with crystal green eyes. I watched
them widen slightly and rich satisfaction flowed through me. I wasn’t pretty
like her but I wasn’t completely lacking in the looks
department.
“Hey,” I said, leaning
on the counter with both my elbows. The movement brought me a little closer to
her. “I need to make a withdrawal.”
She glanced down at the
bank card and ID I extended between us and then back at me. I gave her a lazy
smile and she cleared her throat, taking the cards. She looked them over and
then her polished fingernails flew over the keyboard.
I glanced at her chest,
being distracted by her nice rack but my eyes finally finding the nameplate
pinned to the front of her top. Taylor.
“How much would you like
to withdrawal?” she asked.
“Four
hundred.”
She inputed the amount
without saying anything.
“So,” I said, leaning
toward her again. “You come here often?”
She rolled her eyes, but
a small smile played on her lips. “Just the days I feel like earning a
paycheck.”
I grinned. “Paychecks
are overrated.” I drawled. “I’m going fishing.”
“Says the man with a
huge bank account,” she quipped. Then she winced and looked up. “I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t-”
I laughed. The chagrin
on her face and the way her cheeks bloomed with bright pink spots was entirely
amusing. “Never said I didn’t work, just said I thought it was over
rated.”
She relaxed when she
realized I didn’t give a rats ass that she knew how much was in my account.
“You should bait your hook with hot dogs. Fish love
them.”
She was right, surprise
rippled through me. “You can’t tell me a girl like you likes to
fish.”
“And what,” she asked,
arching a red brow in my direction, “is a girl like me?” she hit a couple keys
and the little dispenser to my right started flinging out
cash.
“You’re withdrawal is to
your right.” she said professionally.
I let the cash sit
there. “Are you a tomboy in disguise?” I whispered conspiratorially. I enjoyed
the emotion, the animation that played over her features. She was beautiful
that was no doubt but it seemed that she also had a lot beneath that pretty
exterior.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she
whispered back handing me a receipt. Her teeth were really white and really
straight. I got this sudden craving to run my tongue along their smooth
surface.
“You’re secret is safe
with me.” I tore my eyes away to pocket the cash, not bothering to count it.
Oddly, I trusted her. I never trusted anyone.
Behind me a loud banging
sound boomed through the room and I tensed, spinning on my heels. Four guys
pushed through the entrance, each of them pulling out a
gun.
I couldn’t even get away
from this shit on vacation.
Adrenaline spiked my
system and began pumping through my veins and accelerating my heart. It didn’t
take an idiot to guess why they were here. This was a bank and they had guns. I
looked over my shoulder at Taylor who was watching the men with wide
eyes.
“Get down!” I ordered
quietly. “Hide. Hide good.”
Cambria Hebert is the
author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series,
the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult
Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math
and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s
degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So
rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in
North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she
is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by
visiting http://www.cambriahebert.com
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