My Spy (SEAL and Code Name, Band 3) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 9: SEAL and Code Name

Skye, Christina

 
9780440235781: My Spy (SEAL and Code Name, Band 3)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0440235782 ISBN 13: 9780440235781
Verlag: Dell, 2002

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Annie O’Toole has a past....

The last time Annie saw Sam, they were lying in each other’s arms beneath a canopy of stars. Now Annie paces a secluded airfield at midnight, awaiting the arrival of an unmarked Navy helicopter. Her assignment: Get this Navy SEAL back into fighting form pronto–and keep his identity a secret. But who’s going to protect her from a man who looks at her as if she were a stranger and who doesn’t remember the one night she’ll never forget?

His name is Sam McKade.

Six foot four inches of tough, trained professional, Sam risked his life in an act of rare courage, saving a busload of schoolchildren from certain death. But becoming America’s newest media hero can be dangerous for a man with an undercover past. Sam could do a lot worse than this secluded beach resort. Ditto the sexy therapist who seems maddeningly familiar–if he only knew where or when. But he’s about to find out–as a dangerous enemy surfaces out of his shadowed past, leaving a trail of bodies right to Annie’s door.

Now the rugged SEAL who doesn’t believe in love or commitment is about to risk everything...because for Sam McKade, protecting this woman, this extraordinary woman, has become the most important mission of his life....

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Christina Skye holds a Ph.D. in classical Chinese poetry. She has traveled to China and Asia many times, has been featured on Geraldo!, ABC Weekend News, the Arthur Frommer Show, Travel News Network, Voice of America, and Looking East. She curated one of the most popular exhibitions to date at the National Geographic Society's Explorer Hall in Washington and authored four critically acclaimed books on Chinese art, one of which was called "beautifully and lovingly crafted" according to the London Times. She began writing fiction in 1990 and has currently written 16 novels.

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Annie O'Toole has a past....
The last time Annie saw Sam, they were lying in each other's arms beneath a canopy of stars. Now Annie paces a secluded airfield at midnight, awaiting the arrival of an unmarked Navy helicopter. Her assignment: Get this Navy SEAL back into fighting form pronto-and keep his identity a secret. But who's going to protect her from a man who looks at her as if she were a stranger and who doesn't remember the one night she'll never forget?
His name is Sam McKade.
Six foot four inches of tough, trained professional, Sam risked his life in an act of rare courage, saving a busload of schoolchildren from certain death. But becoming America's newest media hero can be dangerous for a man with an undercover past. Sam could do a lot worse than this secluded beach resort. Ditto the sexy therapist who seems maddeningly familiar-if he only knew where or when. But he's about to find out-as a dangerous enemy surfaces out of his shadowed past, leaving a trail of bodies right to Annie's door.
Now the rugged SEAL who doesn't believe in love or commitment is about to risk everything...because for Sam McKade, protecting this woman, this extraordinary woman, has become the most important mission of his life....

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Chapter One

"There'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?"

"D.C. The bus is zigzagging up Pennsylvania Avenue, four miles from the White House, completely out of control. The driver might have had a heart attack. Then he appeared--poof! It's like some kind of miracle."

With the rest of her staff, Annie raced for the television, where an aerial news camera focused on a bus careening through crowded city streets.

A solitary figure crawled along the yellow roof.

"That's him," the receptionist whispered. "I'm sure he's your man from the beach. Sam."

Sam.

The word tore through Annie, reopening jagged memories.

It couldn't be. Sam was in Mexico.

"He's almost at the front of the bus. If he can't get to the wheel, those kids are goners."

Annie sank into the nearest chair, mesmerized by the bus's wild swerving. She stiffened as she saw the man stretched out on the roof.

"They...

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Verlag
Dell
Erscheinungsdatum
2002
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0440235782
ISBN 13 
9780440235781
Einband
Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
384
Kontakt zum Hersteller
DELL
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