Pledging to Die (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 11) Read Online Free PDF

be in top shape, she was glad she had age in her corner.
    It gave her the edge.
    Now the day had come, and it was time to do what she’d put blood, sweat, and tears into for weeks.
    She was going to rank at the top, even if it killed her…and them.
    As she was lost in the sea of trainees, she couldn’t help but be amused. Unlike her, Ethan had also opted to requalify while back at Quantico, but he wussed out and went in with Gabe. Well, it wasn’t really a wuss out. If they qualified together, then he couldn’t cheer her on. He’d be too busy fighting for his ranking too. So instead, he opted to coast on this one.
    She appreciated it.
    Elizabeth could use all his support. She’s was going to have to bust her ass to beat the babies in her group. They were younger, but they weren’t going to have what she’d earned in the field for all these years.
    She was a hardened Fed, and she wasn’t going down easily. From across the gym, she could see her husband and Gabe waiting for her. They were watching from the balcony as she did the first part of her test.
    Elizabeth couldn’t help but be giddy.
    As she waited for her number to be called, she listened to the young agents around her. The men were talking shit, trying to psych each other out, and the women? They were discussing the hottest man in the room.
    Her husband.
    She had to smile. Even at forty plus, Ethan Blackhawk was still hotter than hell. His hair had grown out to his shoulders again, and he was poised on the rail in his pricy suit. She couldn’t blame the girls around her for getting hot and bothered. If she wasn’t married to him, she’d be drooling too. Here was just one more reason Elizabeth had to work hard to get back in shape.
    The other reason was hundreds of miles away on an assignment. The men in her life mattered, and she wanted them to be proud of her.
    Like she was of them.
    Elizabeth never wanted them to not look at her with that gleam in their eyes. It was that look she’d seen from them so many times, right before they pounced.
    She lived for that.
    It was priceless.
    The men in her life wanted her, and even at forty, she was still a prize to them. So, this fight was for them as much as her.
    This was about staking a claim over the FBI, and the men who worked beside her.
    When Ethan glanced over, she didn't miss that he stared right at her. In the sea of blue and gray, he found her. It made her body heat. Then he mouthed, ‘Good luck, baby’ , and shivers ran across her flesh.
    Yeah, there was a raven-haired devil on her shoulder—that was for damn sure. With the tan skin and deep blue-black eyes, it made her heart go pitter pat.
    “I’d do him,” stated some blonde agent. “In fact, I’d play whatever game he wanted.”
    That caught Elizabeth’s attention.
    “I hear he’s married,” stated some other woman.
    “So? You think a man like that doesn’t play in other pools? He’s so high up on the power scale, that he’d need a whole lot of pussy to keep him happy,” one crassly stated. “I’d volunteer my time and services. It’s the least I can do for my country.”
    Elizabeth wanted to laugh. Yeah, Ethan did like lots of sex, but she knew where he was dipping his stick. In fact, she was the only pool he frolicked in.
    “She’s probably some fat, bored housewife.”
    That made her grin. When the laugh came out, Elizabeth had to cover it with a cough. That got their attention.
    “You disagree?” the redhead asked.
    “No way. I’m sure his wife is lucky. Director Blackhawk is one fine specimen of man,” she drawled, hoping none of them knew who she was. This was too damn fun. If Ethan could hear the conversation, that sexy blush would creep up his Native flesh. That turned her on.
    “Wouldn’t you jump his bones?”
    “In a heartbeat,” Elizabeth stated, knowing that was the truth. And magnificent bones they were. She knew for a fact, since just that morning they’d both been jumped— repeatedly .
    She loved