Their Improbable Mating [Paranormal Protection Unit 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free PDF

sure they have a view of Asia out their front windows. These guys are seriously interesting, I have to tell you. They can literally pop up anywhere in the world and take over an investigation. Not only that, but apparently they have creds for each and every agency in the world. Not just the Feds here, but Interpol, German police, you name it, they are hacked into it. They do the dirty jobs apparently and are all super well trained. Your gal there is SEAL trained along with a bunch of other nasty stuff. I think she could take the lot of you blindfolded and one hand behind her back.”
    How the hell had they found that out? Jackie thought to herself, more of the drugs pushing out of her system and onto her skin through her sweat. She touched the comms unit at her throat again, thankful for the jacket covering her, and tapped out a series of taps that were Morse code.
    “I don’t know, doll, but we are working on it,” came back in a whisper to her. “We are trying to figure out who they are, babe, but know you’re in good hands. The president vouched for them and you know that old bastard wouldn’t vouch for his fucking mother if he wasn’t a trillion percent sure that she was absolutely clean. You are only about three minutes from a hospital. Soon, babe. Soon.”
    Tapping a response to him, she was actually grateful that these men had begun the IV on her. The IV was helping her body more rapidly process the drugs out faster than it could on its own. Not fast enough but pushing them all the same.
    Capturing her hand, Allister stared down at her. “We’re the good guys, Jacqueline, so you can just rest until we get you to the hospital and quit pestering people that don’t have clearance to know about us.”
    “Morse code?” Rainier asked and shook his head at the nod he got in return. “Women,” he muttered under his breath.
    Gently putting her hand down, Allister kept stroking her hair. “Do we need to know anything else, Skittles?” he asked quietly.
    “Just that her father is pulling out all the stops. You guys will have one hell of a reception waiting at the hospital for you.” He shook his head as he kept digging down. “Oh, nice,” he muttered, pulling up her boss’s profile. “They have a few big wigs in the unit, I have to say, names I actually recognize. I’m impressed,” he commented. “Course they seriously need to work on their firewalls, but I’ll offer my services after I’ve cleaned them out.”
    Jackie rolled her eyes but felt the comforting touch again. Forcing out a whisper, she whispered, “Jackie.” She hated, with an absolute passion, to be called Jacqueline. It pissed her off, got her to seeing red, and that usually got her into trouble. Closing her eyes, she was shaking. Amazing how just saying one single fucking word wore her the hell out. Shit, how could they have gotten into her company’s databases? No one should be able to get into them. They were built with layer upon layer of encryption. He might have said they were the good guys, but right now she couldn’t tell a good guy from a bad guy, and until she could, she wouldn’t feel at ease. Dammit, she shouldn’t at least, but the big man touching her was making her body and soul relax and calm in ways that she never had before. Gods dammit to hell and back again!
    “Jackie,” Allister murmured quietly, running a finger down her cheek. Smiling faintly, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It had been a long couple of days and he was feeling the strain.
    “Oh, hello, darling,” Skittles said with a smirk clearly heard in the vehicle. “You should see some of the toys they have, you guys. You would seriously be jealous if you actually cared about such things.” He grumbled the last part. “I do have to wonder though. You’d think that they’d have some of the better encryption on the planet and yet all I’m seeing is, at best, third-rate crap. Hell, I wrote better at the age of five than what they have.