knew, were non-existent. But Blake had seen him. Could identify him. For that, the Military would make certain Blake Morgan had anything he wanted. Even the woman who believed he was dead.
Chapter Seven
Four Years Later
I said, the property is not up for sale. Anna locked gazes with Charlie Austin.
He wasn t any nicer now than he had been three years before. He was convinced he was God s gift to women and thought the world revolved around him and his wants and needs. He wasn t much taller than her, a few inches at most. With a bulldog expression and watery gray eyes with a wiry strength she knew was concealed well in his skinny looking body. He was confrontational and a bully, and he kept enough of his much larger friends around him that he usually got what he wanted. He wasn t getting what he wanted here.
Anna, you re being awful stubborn about something that was given to you. He was leering at her. The expression on his hang dog face suggested it was little more than payment for services rendered.
Anna narrowed her eyes on him. Behind him, Beau Edwards was staring at her darkly, his wide, rawboned face creased with his own anger. Charlie was supposed to get what he wanted. Anna had already thwarted him once, three years ago, and now she was doing it again.
Doesn t matter how I got it Charlie, she told him softly. It s still mine. Every inch of it. And you aren t getting it.
Blake had arranged for her to receive everything he owned if something had happened to him on that mission. Why, she didn t know. It was one night, that was all. One incredible amazing night she still couldn t forget. She owned the farm, over two hundred acres of land and a house that could have made her rich twenty times over if she had agreed to sell. There was no way she would ever sell. Especially not to Charlie Austin.
Unfortunately, Charlie was getting more and more insistent. He wanted the farm and he didn t like taking no for an answer.
You know, he finally said slowly. Lots of things can happen to a girl living out here all by herself. Bad things Anna. Your safety is important you know.
She heard the threat in his voice.
Then they better be wearing damned good armor, she snapped. Blake left me more than the house and property Charlie. He left me a damned good gun too. And I know how to use it.
His face flushed. She could see fury washing through his expression.
Don t be a fool, Anna. Beau growled then. Be nice about this.
Beau, I m not a very nice person anymore, remember? She wanted to snarl in fury.
Now get off my land..
You little bitch
Charlie stepped closer.
Evidently, you don t hear so good.
Anna didn t know who was more amazed, her, Charlie or Beau when the big stranger stepped from the shadows at the side of the house. She, personally, nearly had a stroke.
For a moment, for one exalted, ecstatic moment, she saw Blake.
Blake stepping between her and Charlie, his broad back a shield, his body tense, ready to battle. A gun was clipped to his belt in the small of his back. A large, black pistol that she thought resembled the one she kept in her bedroom. In Blake s bedroom.
He turned to her then. The outside light cast his sharp, hawkish features in clear relief, destroying the image forever. This wasn t Blake.
Who the hell are you? Charlie and Beau had both stepped back quickly, their eyes narrowed the air filling with fury.
The boogie man, he drawled. Your worse fucking nightmare if you don t pile your asses back in your car and get the hell out of here. Your choice. Make it now.
They left. Cursing, muttered threat, and Anna stood there silently. Staring at his back, fighting the pain and fury that overwhelmed her when she realized it wasn t Blake. The eyes were the same. God, the same dark, sexy eyes and long lashes. His eyes were the same brilliant, intense blue. But it wasn t Blake.
He turned back to her slowly and Anna couldn t help but letting here eyes go over him with greedy hope. His body was leaner, but
Chapter Seven
Four Years Later
I said, the property is not up for sale. Anna locked gazes with Charlie Austin.
He wasn t any nicer now than he had been three years before. He was convinced he was God s gift to women and thought the world revolved around him and his wants and needs. He wasn t much taller than her, a few inches at most. With a bulldog expression and watery gray eyes with a wiry strength she knew was concealed well in his skinny looking body. He was confrontational and a bully, and he kept enough of his much larger friends around him that he usually got what he wanted. He wasn t getting what he wanted here.
Anna, you re being awful stubborn about something that was given to you. He was leering at her. The expression on his hang dog face suggested it was little more than payment for services rendered.
Anna narrowed her eyes on him. Behind him, Beau Edwards was staring at her darkly, his wide, rawboned face creased with his own anger. Charlie was supposed to get what he wanted. Anna had already thwarted him once, three years ago, and now she was doing it again.
Doesn t matter how I got it Charlie, she told him softly. It s still mine. Every inch of it. And you aren t getting it.
Blake had arranged for her to receive everything he owned if something had happened to him on that mission. Why, she didn t know. It was one night, that was all. One incredible amazing night she still couldn t forget. She owned the farm, over two hundred acres of land and a house that could have made her rich twenty times over if she had agreed to sell. There was no way she would ever sell. Especially not to Charlie Austin.
Unfortunately, Charlie was getting more and more insistent. He wanted the farm and he didn t like taking no for an answer.
You know, he finally said slowly. Lots of things can happen to a girl living out here all by herself. Bad things Anna. Your safety is important you know.
She heard the threat in his voice.
Then they better be wearing damned good armor, she snapped. Blake left me more than the house and property Charlie. He left me a damned good gun too. And I know how to use it.
His face flushed. She could see fury washing through his expression.
Don t be a fool, Anna. Beau growled then. Be nice about this.
Beau, I m not a very nice person anymore, remember? She wanted to snarl in fury.
Now get off my land..
You little bitch
Charlie stepped closer.
Evidently, you don t hear so good.
Anna didn t know who was more amazed, her, Charlie or Beau when the big stranger stepped from the shadows at the side of the house. She, personally, nearly had a stroke.
For a moment, for one exalted, ecstatic moment, she saw Blake.
Blake stepping between her and Charlie, his broad back a shield, his body tense, ready to battle. A gun was clipped to his belt in the small of his back. A large, black pistol that she thought resembled the one she kept in her bedroom. In Blake s bedroom.
He turned to her then. The outside light cast his sharp, hawkish features in clear relief, destroying the image forever. This wasn t Blake.
Who the hell are you? Charlie and Beau had both stepped back quickly, their eyes narrowed the air filling with fury.
The boogie man, he drawled. Your worse fucking nightmare if you don t pile your asses back in your car and get the hell out of here. Your choice. Make it now.
They left. Cursing, muttered threat, and Anna stood there silently. Staring at his back, fighting the pain and fury that overwhelmed her when she realized it wasn t Blake. The eyes were the same. God, the same dark, sexy eyes and long lashes. His eyes were the same brilliant, intense blue. But it wasn t Blake.
He turned back to her slowly and Anna couldn t help but letting here eyes go over him with greedy hope. His body was leaner, but
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