My Spy

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Authors: Christina Skye

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“I want you. Right here and now.”

“So why are we still talking?” Annie asked.

“Because we both need to know what we're getting into.”

“I won't read anything into this if you won't. Or are you telling me you've changed your mind?”

“Does it feel as if I have?” Sam's arms tightened around her. “I'm just trying to keep things straight.”

“I'm tired of keeping things straight. For once I want to be absolutely reckless.” She stared up at him. “You're supposed to grab me and jump me, McKade.”

“I'm considering it,” he said thickly.

Annie leaned into him, remembering every detail of his powerful body.
Could you ever go back?

She found the buttons on his shirt. “Done considering yet?”

Sam's eyes darkened as he freed her skirt. “I was done two days ago.”

Books by Christina Skye

C
ODE
N
AME
: P
RINCESS

C
ODE
N
AME
: N
ANNY

H
OT
P
URSUIT

M
Y
S
PY

G
OING
O
VERBOARD

2000 K
ISSES

T
HE
R
UBY

C
OME THE
N
IGHT

C
OME THE
D
AWN

T
HE
B
LACK
R
OSE

Prologue

It was a good thing Sam McKade didn't believe in love.

He never had, not in all of his thirty-seven years. He was pretty sure he never would.

Standing on a polished yacht off the California coast, with one shoulder to the mast and the sun streaming down from the west, he looked toward the beach and a woman in a battered straw hat.

Something kept him motionless, watching her climb the sunlit dunes. Not her body, even though that had been remarkable. Not her smile, like clear sun on clean water.

He frowned.

No, it was the way she'd drawn him into her world with open arms, sharing everything she was and expecting nothing particular in return.

Her generosity, he thought. Her warm, open laughter. Those were the things that held him here.

Sam's hand tightened on the mast as he remembered how they'd spent last night, naked on the teak deck, looking up at the stars when they weren't wrapped around each other, driven by reckless hunger or caught in laughter like a pair of loony, irresponsible kids.

But Commander Sam McKade was no kid.

His gear was stowed below, coffee steamed in a thermos, and he'd laid in his position on the sat-nav. He was ready to go hunting.

Yet something held him in this sunny cove, curiously tense as he watched a lone woman cross the dunes, hat in hand.

She was probably humming. Probably had a handful of straggly flowers in her hand. Probably she'd forgotten him already.

That idea hurt more than it should.

He jammed a hand through his hair. He had no time for daydreams. He had known what he wanted to do with his life since the
moment he could say Navy SEALs, and that's exactly what he'd done. Now he had a mission to complete and a rendezvous in four days north of Puerto Vallarta.

Time to go.

He shaded his eyes, looking up the hillside. He saw her there, hat in hand, waving broadly. He answered, feeling a punch of regret when she turned and vanished over the hill.

What did he expect? Did he think that she'd ask him to stay?

Hell, he didn't believe in love. There was no possible reason for regret or delays. No need to wonder about why and when and what might have been.

Time to haul up anchor and raise sails. Time to steer back in harm's way, deep undercover as he skirted the Baja coast for a meet that was bound to turn ugly.

He had escaped death twice in the last three months. Now things were going to get even tougher. The net was closing, and his target was in sight. Not even a breathtaking, stubborn, amazing woman called Annie could get in the way of what lay ahead.

Sam McKade had a traitor to catch.

And he had to do it before the traitor caught him.

Chapter One

“T
HERE'S
A
NAKED
MAN
IN
THE
SWIMMING
POOL.

Annie O'Toole didn't turn her head.

Smiling, she watched her assistant bend closer to the telescope positioned by the broad glass windows of Summerwind Resort and Beach Club.

Every inch of it was hers, from the high flagstone terraces to the windswept beach. And as far as Annie was concerned, work outweighed any male body—naked or not.

“Trust me, Megan, he isn't naked.”

Her assistant squinted harder. “Wait, I'm serious here. I can't tell if that's his butt or his—”

Annie reached across and covered the lens. “That's not a naked man, that's Mr. Harkowitz from room thirty-one. He always wears a flesh-colored suit for the shock value.”

Annie's assistant gave up in disgust. “From what I saw, Mr. Harkowitz doesn't have a whole lot to shock with.”

“The man's pushing ninety, so give him a break. And if the naked-body scare is over, maybe we could get back to work.” Annie stared down the length of the table. Her staff was excellent, and she paid them well. Each one was experienced, fit, and enthusiastic. Annie knew she was lucky to have them.

But lately they made her feel …

Old.

Stupid, of course. Annie wasn't even thirty. There was no earthly reason she should feel as if her life were stuck on the pause button.

She cleared her throat. “We've got new arrivals in the Santa Barbara Suite. They'll need lavender salt glow scrub and our signature candles. Repeat guests in rooms twenty-two through
thirty-five. Remember the daily flower arrangements. And put out edible chocolate body paint for the honeymooners in the Monterey Suite.”

Ignoring an off-color comment, Annie shoved back a strand of cinnamon-colored hair, once again struck by the sense that life was passing her by.

She drove away the thought. “Heather, what about the new inversion equipment?”

“Up and running.” Her Pilates trainer, a twenty-year-old with impossibly small thighs, snapped to attention. “They're fully booked.”

Annie made a note in her book and moved on. “Zoe, what about the organic produce?”

Her chef shrugged. “The new beds are thriving. We'll have lettuce and baby carrots before the end of the month. But …”

Annie crossed another item off her list. “Is there a problem?”

“The new basil is ruined.”

Annie's eyes narrowed. “Vandals?”

“Rabbits.” The chef drummed her fingers on the country pine table. “Damned sneaking little things.”

Annie fought back a smile. Somehow rabbits didn't seem like a particularly earthshaking threat. “Try more netting. I'll have Reynaldo take a look after lunch.” She made another quick note, then moved on. “Marty, what about the problems with the new whirlpool overlooking the beach?”

Chairs creaked. Annie glanced up, searching for her chief engineer. “Where's Marty?”

Across the table Zoe cleared her throat. “Remember how he wanted to clear that brush near the garden?”

“Don't tell me the rabbits got him, too.”

“Not rabbits, poison ivy. Full body. The man's blown up like a radioactive radish.”

Annie blew out a breath and scribbled another reminder on her list. “I'll go see Marty as soon as we finish up. Meanwhile, we need that new whirlpool ready for evening treatments, and
all the landscaping has to be in place.” She stared out the window, watching a lone surfer tackle a pounding wave out beyond the cove.

For a moment she yearned to be there beside him, feeling the sun, face to the wind.

Or maybe on a sleek boat with sails unfurled.

No, she couldn't think about
that.
Not ever again.

She stared blindly at her leather notebook. “Let's phone the company in Monterey, Megan. See if they can send someone to check the whirlpool installation.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Boss? The word had never bothered Annie before, but now she winced.

Could you have a midlife crisis at twenty-seven?

“Tell them to send more than one crew. Considering what we paid for that whirlpool and the new flagstone terrace, they should send three crews.” Annie's eyes lit with mischief. “Tell them if the installation's not done by tomorrow, I'll have to cancel the order for new flagstone around the saltwater therapy pools.”

“They'll go nuts,” her assistant warned.

“I certainly hope so.” Annie's smile grew. “Remember, no deadline, no flagstone.”

Megan gave a thumbs-up. “I'm on it, boss.”

Annie tried not to wince. After all, she
was
the boss.

As the manager of thirty-five glass-and-adobe guesthouses and a striking resort set on California's rugged coast, she was used to bearing heavy responsibility. Summerwind was a family legacy, and three generations of O'Tooles had lived above its magic beach.

Since Annie had taken over the management of the resort after her parents' deaths four years before, her flare for innovation had garnered a string of awards. She had turned Summerwind into an intimate but elegant home away from home, where harried guests could linger on a quiet beach and feel
their stress melt away. Hollywood celebrities and sports stars made semiannual visits, knowing their privacy was assured. Annie was famous for her attention to details and her high standard of personal service, which resulted in a nine-month waiting list and a fanatic clientele.

All in all, life was good.

But sometimes she
did
wish she had a private life.

She suppressed a sigh as her summer receptionist burst into the conference room. “We've almost finished here, Liz.”

“No, you have to come now. It's
him.

“Who?”

The receptionist, a third-year drama student at Berkeley, gestured outside. “I saw him on the television. When I saw what he was doing, I thought I would die. I mean absolutely
expire right in front of the television.

Annie rolled her shoulders. It was only 9:22. Why should she suddenly crave a king-size double cappuccino? “Sorry, Liz, I don't understand.”

“You will. It's
him.
He's on a bus.”

Annie sat back in her chair. “Who is on a bus?”

“That man, the one who was here last month. At least I think it's him.”

Annie felt a sharp stab of pain. “You must be mistaken. Sam's down in Mexico.”

“I don't think so. I just saw him on a bus full of schoolchildren.” Liz gestured again, her big hoop earrings swaying madly. “Come see for yourself.”

Annie heard the excited staccato of voices from the television out in her office. “Where is he?”

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