Out of Sight (T-FLAC: Wright Family, Band 4) - Softcover

Adair, Cherry

 
9780804120029: Out of Sight (T-FLAC: Wright Family, Band 4)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0804120021 ISBN 13: 9780804120029
Verlag: Ivy Books, 2003

Inhaltsangabe

Sometimes chemistry is a matter of life and death. . . .

Though her confidence is badly shaken by a training accident, A. J. Cooper vows to become an excellent T-FLAC operative. She is everything the antiterrorist agency looks for—she’s smart, resourceful, and a crack shot. Eager to prove herself to her instructor, the highly regarded Kane Wright, A. J. takes on a difficult and potentially deadly assignment. A success in the field could be just the thing she needs to make her career with the agency—and working so closely with the extraordinary and irresistibly sexy Kane is a fantasy come to life.

Kane Wright is a master of disguise, hiding his powerful attraction for A. J. in the name of professionalism. But when she doesn’t bounce back quickly after her accident, Kane’s desire becomes concern. In the field, even a moment’s hesitation can turn a routine operation into a deadly one. With A. J. taking a lead position in this mission, Kane knows he won’t be able to take his eyes off his gorgeous tomboy trainee. Under the hot desert sun, even as they struggle to unravel a madman’s devious plot, their long denied passion will finally boil over. . . .

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USA Today bestselling author Cherry Adair has generated numerous awards for her innovative action-adventure novels, which include On Thin Ice, Out of Sight, In Too Deep, Hide and Seek, and Kiss and Tell. A favorite of reviewers and fans alike, she lives in the Pacific Northwest.

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"Sometimes chemistry is a matter of life and death. . . .
Though her confidence is badly shaken by a training accident, A. J. Cooper vows to become an excellent T-FLAC operative. She is everything the antiterrorist agency looks for--she's smart, resourceful, and a crack shot. Eager to prove herself to her instructor, the highly regarded Kane Wright, A. J. takes on a difficult and potentially deadly assignment. A success in the field could be just the thing she needs to make her career with the agency--and working so closely with the extraordinary and irresistibly sexy Kane is a fantasy come to life.
Kane Wright is a master of disguise, hiding his powerful attraction for A. J. in the name of professionalism. But when she doesn't bounce back quickly after her accident, Kane's desire becomes concern. In the field, even a moment's hesitation can turn a routine operation into a deadly one. With A. J. taking a lead position in this mission, Kane knows he won't be able to take his eyes off his gorgeous tomboy trainee. Under the hot desert sun, even as they struggle to unravel a madman's devious plot, their long denied passion will finally boil over. . . .

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Sometimes chemistry is a matter of life and death. . . .

Though her confidence is badly shaken by a training accident, A. J. Cooper vows to become an excellent T-FLAC operative. She is everything the antiterrorist agency looks for she s smart, resourceful, and a crack shot. Eager to prove herself to her instructor, the highly regarded Kane Wright, A. J. takes on a difficult and potentially deadly assignment. A success in the field could be just the thing she needs to make her career with the agency and working so closely with the extraordinary and irresistibly sexy Kane is a fantasy come to life.

Kane Wright is a master of disguise, hiding his powerful attraction for A. J. in the name of professionalism. But when she doesn t bounce back quickly after her accident, Kane s desire becomes concern. In the field, even a moment s hesitation can turn a routine operation into a deadly one. With A. J. taking a lead position in this mission, Kane knows he won t be able to take his eyes off his gorgeous tomboy trainee. Under the hot desert sun, even as they struggle to unravel a madman s devious plot, their long denied passion will finally boil over. . . .

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Chapter One Wednesday, April 3rd

She might be every man’s wet dream, but right now Kane Wright wanted to nail AJ Cooper’s beautiful ass to the wall.

A bullet slammed into the ruined wall behind him. Shards of ricocheted limestone stung his face, missing his eye by a blink. He didn’t flinch. Hell, barely noticed it in the chaos around them.

“Cooper.” He didn’t raise his voice despite the volume of firepower lighting up the early-evening sky. The lip mic would transmit the sound of a gnat fart. Exchanged bullets kicked up sand and stone in a cacophony of noise and brilliant white light. “Get your ass back here!”

In lead position, AJ lay flat on her stomach fifty feet ahead of him on a cantilevered rock peninsula high above Raazaq’s camp. She was in the ready position, but frozen like a deer in headlights, sniper rifle silent, and useless, in her hands.

“N-no,” she whispered. Her voice shook on the single word, but she dug her toes into the sand and hunched over the weapon she held with a white-fisted grip.

Hell.

“Not a request. An order.” Damn it. Another bullet pockmarked the building beside him and a new shower of rock and plaster rained down on him. The only reason the bullets hadn’t struck any of his team was because the terrorist’s camp was several hundred feet downhill in the shallow, palm-groved valley below them. The minute Raazaq’s men got their hands on something more powerful than rifles, the odds would even up. This was the tangos’ terrain; they had the home team advantage.

The element of surprise was shot. Kane and his team were screwed if they didn’t wrangle their way out of this mess. Fast.

AJ’s swallow sounded loud in his ear. “I can still get him.”

“No,” he said calmly. “You cannot.” Sharpshooter First Class, my ass. She’d missed her target.

Hell. The target.

A clear shot, and she’d missed!

She’d been chosen for her uncanny marksmanship ability, and hurriedly pulled out of boot camp for this op, but clearly she wasn’t ready for fieldwork. A little late in the fucking day to find this out. Sniping was a painstaking discipline, and she didn’t have the cajônes for the job.

In the space of minutes, Cooper had gone from being Kane’s best asset to his biggest liability.

Three separate cylinders of yard-long white flame arced over their heads. A line of tracers sprang from each muzzle flash, allowing the tangos to shoot without a metal sight on their weapons. AJ’s slender shoulders went rigid as the ammo impacted close by.

“Hit the limo,” Kane ordered Struben and Escobar, as Raazaq’s stretch did a wobbly rooster tail in the sand, then sped into the desert. One of his men managed to hit the left back tire. It swerved, but kept going. Shit.

“Hold them off until I get her clear,” he told the two men. “Cooper? Take it slowly and ease back, we’ve got you covered.”

Click.

“Did you just turn off your mi—Goddamn it, woman!” Nailing her ass to a fucking wall was just the beginning.

Kane started crawling toward her. Getting on her case right now wouldn’t accomplish anything. She was scared. Fear did strange things to people. He recognized the signs. Beneath the backward black ball cap she wore, her face was a pale oval, sheened with perspiration. Her soft lips, set and grim. The sniper rifle was tucked against her shoulder, her hands in position. But those hands were clenched, and no doubt sweating to beat the band. Kane had seen the same look from other rookies over the years.

Paralyzed with terror.

Rendered useless.

On some training op, that would be no big deal.

Tonight, she’d fucked it up for all of them.

Great. Just fucking great. This was all he needed.

In a training situation he’d have felt compassion and talked the rookie through it. God only knew, been there, done that. But this op was too critical, too time sensitive to mollycoddle anyone. She had to get her shit together. And she had to do it now.

A sharpshooter terrified to discharge her weapon.

Something his superiors had conveniently omitted in the briefing when they’d convinced him, against his better judgment, that she was invaluable to this operation.

Goddamn it.

“It’s over, rookie,” he told her evenly, overriding her control of her own mic. Her breathing was fast and shallow in his ear. He felt a faint pull of sympathy, which he instantly quashed. “Surprise is shot. We’re pinned down. Pull back. Now.”

Click. “I c-can do it.”

If her hands shook as badly as her voice, they’d be lucky if her bullet hit something in the same country. “I gave an order, Cooper. The limo split. Your target’s gone. Now get the hell back here.”

More muzzle flares lit up the sky, filling the air with the thick smell of ozone and cordite. Twilight, coupled with flying stone and sand, and unpredictable brilliant bursts of light, reduced visibility to near zero. Kane wanted to race across the rubble separating them, grab the woman by the scruff of her neck, and . . . what?

Hell if he knew. Get her out of the line of fire, for one thing.

“Cooper. Pull back!” Radio silence throbbed in his ear once more. “Goddamn it, woman, turn on your mic and talk to me.” The sky lit up with another artillery round. Score one for our side. Good man, Escobar.

This was a waste of ammunition. Time to bail.

The op had gone tits up soon after the four-man team inserted two hours ago. The sun was mercifully setting, but the temp still hovered in the high nineties. He, of all people, should’ve known this break had been too easy. Too pat.

Sweat stung his eyes. His shirt clung to his skin like a shroud. And if he didn’t get Cooper fully functioning PDQ, a shroud was what they’d all be wearing. Soon.

In the distance, the night skyline of Cairo made for a strange juxtaposition between the crumbling ancient ruins where they were taking cover and the world of modern-day Egypt.

Five hundred yards below them, Raazaq’s camp was lit up like Ramadan and Christmas combined. When they’d arrived on this ruined little hilltop citadel, Kane had counted four all-terrain vehicles in the terrorist camp. Also, incongruously, the long, black stretch limo, which was now gone, and approximately thirty turbaned heads. Raazaq’s people were armed to the teeth, and well trained.

Time to get the good guys the hell outta Dodge. Kane signaled Escobar and Struben. They signaled back. Acknowledged.

AJ’s entire body was backlit as a mortar shell exploded just this side of the rise. They’d brought out the big guns.

Close. Too damn close.

What the hell was she thinking? Move, damn it! She hadn’t budged in three minutes. Even from yards back, and in the iffy light, he saw the whiteness of her knuckles as she clutched the Dragunov. What you planning to do, Cooper? Club them to death? Shoot, damn it, shoot!

“Escobar,” he muttered, and the other man’s head jerked up. “Get her.”

“Yo.” Escobar, closer to the left and above the rookie, slid down the wall and inched his way toward Cooper’s position.

Night slammed down, black and deadly. Dusk didn’t last long in the desert. Escobar inched up beside Cooper, but she didn’t acknowledge his presence. Probably didn’t even hear him with the noise all around them.

Kane’s annoyance had evolved...

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Verlag
Ivy Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2003
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0804120021
ISBN 13 
9780804120029
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Anzahl der Seiten
320
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