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Jane Graves - Flirting with Disaster

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HE WAS THE MAN SHE COULDNT HAVE . . .On a humanitarian mission to fly doctors to a remote village in Mexico, pilot Lisa Merrick discovers something sinister lurking behind the organization in charge. Her plane is sabotaged, leaving her trapped in the Mexican wilderness with a price on her head and no way out. Injured and desperate, she manages to contact the one man she knows will help her: Dave DeMarco, a tough but compassionate Texas cop she was once wildly in love with, a man who left her with nothing but a whispered promise that now provides her only hope.. . . SHE WAS THE WOMAN HE COULDNT FORGETDave DeMarco is stunned when a woman from his past phones him late one night with an incredible story of smuggling, sabotage, and attempted murder. Just hearing Lisa Merricks voice brings back memories Dave doesnt want to face, but a promise he once made leaves him no choice but to help her. Soon, though, his mission to rescue Lisa becomes a struggle for survival against an enemy who wants them both dead. When the danger they face clashes with the passion that still burns between them, Dave vows to protect the woman he never stopped lovingand keep her in his life forever. . . .

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Lisa. Dont go.

It wasnt a command. Instead Daves voice held a hushed, pleading tone, and like some kind of invisible cord, it kept her from walking away more effectively than his grasp on her wrist ever could have. Then his grip relaxed, becoming more like a caress. Letting out a long, tortured breath, he slowly, slowly pulled her back around until she was standing in front of him. He looked up at her with a solemn gaze.

Heres the truth. I kissed you downstairs because I wanted to. Because you looked so beautiful and wed been sitting together all night and it seemed... God, Lisa. He exhaled. Just looking at you has always done something to me I dont understand and I probably never will.

She held her breath, afraid to break whatever spell it was that kept the longing in his voice and the desire in his eyes. And then you wanted more than a kiss.

His gaze played over her body, easing down over her breasts to her waist, then back up to her face again. His hands tightened against hers. I still do.

By Jane Graves

Published by Ivy Books

I GOT YOU, BABE
WILD AT HEART

For my wonderful husband, Brian.
Thank you for giving me the wings to fly and a
soft place to land. Ill love you forever.

chapter one

You think I wont do it? the man shouted. Is that what you think? Well, you can damn well think again!

Dave DeMarco bowed his head and let out a breath of frustration. This was not going well.

Five minutes ago, hed pulled his patrol car onto Highway 4, heading back to the station after a particularly demanding shift, when the guy caught his attention. He was maybe fifty years old, sitting there in his immaculate suit, polished shoes, silk tie, and sixty-dollar haircut, just sitting there, as if he had nothing better to do than watch the world go by. And Dave might not have thought a thing about it, except for the fact that the place hed chosen to sit was on a highway overpass, his legs dangling over rush hour traffic.

Dave had radioed the situation, asked for backup, then pulled his patrol car onto the overpass. He couldnt say for sure whether the guy was serious or not, but most of the time if potential jumpers chose a public venue they were just attention seekers, hoping for somebody to give a shit long enough to tell them not to take a dive. With luck, this guy was one of those.

Right now Dave stood ten feet from where the guy sat on the retaining wall, easing as close as he dared. He ticked off the procedures in his mind: Get his name. Establish rapport. Keep him talking.

He inched forward.

Dont come any closer! the guy shouted.

Dave held his ground, glancing down to the highway below, not surprised in the least to see that several cars had pulled over to the side of the road to watch the festivities. And already theyd been joined by a Channel Seven news van. Wonderful. An audience. This was going to be a regular dog and pony show.

Hey, Im warning you! the guy shouted. Back off, or Im going over!

Not likely. If he really did have a death wish, the coroner would be zipping the body bag right about now. But Dave still had to play by the numbers.

Whats your name? Dave asked.

Fuck off!

Now, something tells me thats not really your name. Try again for me, will you?

Dave forced himself to remain calm. Patrol cops were taught to be patient problem solvers, and hed always been damned good at his job. But right now, for some reason, he felt edgy and irritated, wishing the guy had chosen any overpass but this one on which to make his point. Maybe it had just been a very long day. Most days in recent memory had seemed like very long days.

Finally the guys belligerent expression faded, and Dave saw a tiny window of communication creak open. Frank, he said. My names Frank.

Are you armed, Frank? Gun? Knife?

No. Of course not.

Okay. Tell you what. Its a little dangerous on that wall where youre sitting, and Im thinking maybe you ought to get off it. What do you think?

Im thinking maybe I ought to stay right where I am.

Okay, then. Tell me why youre doing this. Whats the problem?

Like you give a shit about my problems?

Dave didnt want to deal with this. He just didnt. He saw a couple of patrol cars lining up behind his on the overpass, and if he could have handed this one off to anyone else hed have done it in a heartbeat.

Just get down from there, Dave said, and we can talk about whatevers bugging you.

Yeah, right. Talk. Just how stupid do you think I am?

Dave glanced at the gold band on the guys left hand. Tell me about your wife.

Whats to tell?

Got any kids?

Yeah. So what?

So maybe theyd like their father alive. You suppose?

He made a scoffing noise. Right now, I dont know anyone who gives a damn if I live or die.

Now, Frank, you and I both know thats not true.

You dont know shit about me. If you did, and you were me, youd be up here on this wall, too.

Dave started to say it. He started to say, You dont really want to do this, do you? Dont you know that suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem?

But as the words ran through his mind, all at once they sounded like some stupid clich that even the biggest idiot on the planet wouldnt buy. Lately he was having a hard time believing any of the bullshit he told people in his line of work: That if a husband and a wife would just calmly talk things out, theyd come to an understanding. That if a crackhead only went into rehab, he could kick that nasty habit and his life would be rosy. That suicide wasnt the answer, because it was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Had there ever been a time when hed believed any of that crap?

The truth was that anyone who even thought about committing suicide just might have a few problems that were going to stay with him pretty much through eternity. Dave would bet his last buck that within days of the obligatory psych consult Frank here would be back at it again one way or another, figuratively screaming at the world, trying desperately to make somebody else solve his problems because he sure as hell couldnt.

Well, Dave had news for the guybold-type, front-page, above-the-fold news: He couldnt solve them, either. Didnt want to solve them. Christ, he didnt even want to stand here and pretend that he did. And as he continued to stare at this man who thought nothing of displaying his mental malfunctions for the entire city of Tolosa, Texas, to see, something inside him snapped.

So whats the deal here anyway, Frank? Dave said. Are you one of those corporate executives who played loose with the stock market and sent his company into the toilet?

The guy gaped at Dave, his expensive silk tie fluttering in the breeze. No! Of course not!

Find your wife cheating on you?

No!

Lose your life savings betting on the horses?

No! Nothing like that! I just

To tell you the truth, Frank, I dont give a shit what youre doing here. And youre right. I dont know a damned thing about you, which means that for all I know, you might be on the right track.

The guy swallowed hard, his eyes as wide as searchlights. He looked down at the traffic whizzing by beneath him, then back at Dave. What?

Dave took one step closer and lowered his voice. Jump.

What?

Simplest thing in the world. Just jump the hell off this bridge and get it over with. Then maybe I can get the paperwork done in time to grab a beer and watch the Mavericks game.

But... but I dont want to jump!

Dave drew back with feigned surprise. Oh, really? You dont want to jump? Then would you mind telling me why the hell youre sitting on this goddamned bridge during rush hour, screwing up traffic and dragging half the cops and paramedics in the city out here to deal with this?

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