Campaign of Desire (CSA Case Files 4) Read Online Free PDF

over his shoulder for Lach to take. He opened the dossier and felt his chest tighten. With what emotion he couldn’t name. Not wanting to look at her picture, he shifted his gaze to Crest. Placing his hand on his blue silk tie, his superior held it in place as he took a seat in his black leather chair. “I’ll make this brief. Stan Louis Dunaway phoned me early this morning and he’s decided to run for President. He wants security details on his daughters. Secret Service won’t pick it up until a hundred and twenty days before the election. That’s a long ways out.”
    “This is a really big job, Top,” Connor replied, using the nickname in reference from Crest’s former rank in the Corps. “What happens if Ryland chooses now to show his face?”
    “We’ll adapt, improvise, and overcome.” It was apparent that Crest had already made his decision. “Ethan will lead the detail on Kimmie Dunaway while you take the big man himself. Mr. Dunaway asked that Lach see to Phoebe’s since she’s already had dealings with him and will undoubtedly feel more comfortable with someone she knows.”
    Lach would have laughed out loud had this situation been even remotely humorous. He could guarantee that Phoebe had no share in choosing him as part of her detail. Her father had made an assumption and one that was very wrong. He and Phoebe hadn’t parted on good terms and he had to wonder how this would all play out. He couldn’t help his thoughts as his mind drifted back to when they’d been in Iraq and had their exchange of words.
    “We need to leave now,” Lach said as he adjusted his holster. He looked up to find that Phoebe was buttoning her white shirt and avoiding his gaze. Her blonde hair was tousled from their interlude, but even from across the room he could see the downturn of the lips he’d just spent an hour devouring…among other things. “Our flight is in forty-five minutes.”
    Lach freely admitted he wasn’t a man of many words, let alone flowery pillow talk. He said what he meant and meant what he said. It made life easier, although he wasn’t so sure Phoebe would agree right now. Hell, he wasn’t sure why she hadn’t just slapped him across the face when he initiated that first contact. He snatched up his jacket and held it awkwardly in his hands as she continued to get dressed. Lately he rarely had sex with someone out of the lifestyle that he’d come to enjoy and this discomfort was reminding him of why. As for what had just transpired between the sheets, it was mind-blowing and something that had taken even him by surprise.
    “Phoebe?”
    “I heard you,” Phoebe replied, finally finished tucking in her blouse and then meeting his gaze. She lifted her hand in gesture to the bed. “What was this?”
    She was asking him a question that he really didn’t have an answer to. One moment Lach had been sitting in the chair observing her handing over the reins to Timothy and seeing her in a totally different light. He’d admit to judging her too quickly, but that still didn’t mean he understood Phoebe’s incessant motivation to put herself in danger. Regardless that this emotional need that drove her was based on the love of her mother, her behavior was downright perilous to herself and others.
    Lach had known everything there was to know about Phoebe before the Africa rescue and what he’d read in her dossier would have had anyone forming the conclusion of an overindulged daughter. From the car she drove to the apartment she resided in, every material item she possessed screamed money. It wasn’t until he’d walked into the hotel room that he’d seen the real Phoebe Dunaway. He’d reacted when she’d turned her body against his and one thing had led to another.
    “Lach? Tell me, because I’m not one of those women who plays these kinds of games.”
    “I don’t know,” Lach answered honestly, all the while knowing that wouldn’t satisfy her. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but he