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    A Perfect Storm
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    A Perfect Storm
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    A Perfect Storm

    By Lori Foster

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    Spencer Lark already knows too many secrets about Arizona Storm…including the nightmare she survived and her resulting trust issues. But in order to expose a smuggling ring –– and continue avenging his own tragic past –– the bounty hunter reluctantly agrees to make Arizona a decoy. Yet nothing has equipped him for the hypnotic blend of fragility and bravery she demonstrates, or for the protective instincts she stirs within him.

    Arizona wants to reclaim her life, which means acting as bait to lure the enemy into a trap. Sure it's dangerous, especially with a partner as distractingly appealing as Spencer. But as their plan –– and their chemistry –– shifts into high gear, Arizona may discover there's an even greater risk in surrendering her heart to a hero…
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins Publishers Australia
    Release dateApr 1, 2012
    ISBN9781460804179
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    Lori Foster

    Lori Foster is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with books from a variety of publishers, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martin's, Harlequin and Silhouette. Lori has been a recipient of the prestigious RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy, and for Contemporary Romance. For more about Lori, visit her Web site at www.lorifoster.com.

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    • 5/5
      wow ! This book was engaging & captivating! love the symbolism of two broken people healing old wounds & falling in love at the same time!
    • 5/5
      wow ! This book was engaging & captivating! love the symbolism of two broken people healing old wounds & falling in love at the same time!
    • 5/5
      Definitely great! Love Spencer! It awesome to see how their little family keeps growing. I hope there is more to come. Love Lori Fosters writing, she's awesome!
    • 4/5
      The Perfect Storm by Lori FosterBook 4 in the seriesArizonia had once been kidnapped and sold to human traffickers and then tossedout of a truck going over a bridge. Luckily others were tailing her and rescuedher but now she wants revenge. She was given a new identity and only a few otherseven knew who she was. She wants to find out more about the path of thepeople who took her and get them arrested. She had worked with 3 others, Spence,Jackson, Dare and Trace and they knew about surveillance.After it goes down they make their way back to Spencer's and she passes out, but thenext morning she is awakened with remembering about her ordeal and the near drowning.She has put some stipulations forth before they make love.The dealings with the people in the bar is not over yet but she's the only one whoknows that they have more information for her.A real family and they ask her to be a part of it. She's getting relaxed around themand thinking she is safe from the evils she lets her guard down-wrong choice.Knowing the players now I know I want to read the other books in this series. Thestory kept my attention and it's a field I know nothing about. I like to learn aboutnew things when I read a book.Knives really got to me because my son has knives and he also knows how to use them givenhis military training. I just thought they were knives-I was so misinformed.This book also has a LOT of hot steamy sex that never seems to end.
    • 3/5
      Another good story... I don't really think some of that stuff would have really went down that way, though... pretty sure everyone would be dead instead, but it's fiction, so why not? I liked Arizona. Nice to see a ballsy heroine now and then. Every once in a while, I remembered that she was so young and he... wasn't... yeah, she was mature and had been through hell, but in many ways she still acted like a VERY young girl.

      I'm looking forward to Chris and Matt (at least, I hope the story is about Matt!).
    • 4/5
      This book was pretty amazing. I already liked Arizona since she was introduced to us in book three, but now we get a much deeper look into her background and what she was put through. Spencer was the most sensible and sexy man in the series; understanding Arizona's needs and the whys to all of her hungups. I thought the little plot twist at the end was very, very clever. Totally threw me off. Ver good!
    • 4/5
      A Perfect Storm is the fourth book in the Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor series by Lori Foster.

      Arizona Storm is a young woman with a very difficult past. She was sold to human traffickers when she was just seventeen and even though she was able to escape months after, the ordeal she had to live was something that would have broken anyone. But instead of breaking, Arizona didn’t gave up and found in helping others a way to help herself.
      Spencer Lark knows Arizona’s past, he admires what she has overcome but at the same time he knows that deep inside she carries the scars left behind by her past. Scars that doesn’t let her get close to people, even less trust or love anyone. Spencer wants to help her heal, she is young and deserves to be happy, loved and cherished. The only problem is that despite their age difference (Arizona 21, Spencer 32) Spencer can’t help himself but feel attracted to her. He doesn’t want to hurt her, he just wants to show her that there is more in life that just be an avenger. At the same time he doesn’t want her to get too attached to him. He can’t have a serious relationship with anyone because he hasn’t been able to forget his dead wife.
      When Arizona comes to Spencer for help to bring down a ring of human traffickers he knows he has to help her because knowing Arizona she will do it with or without his help. The only problem is that now they will have to spend more time together and fighting their attraction while being that close won’t be an easy task.
      The question is should they fight their attraction? Or should they leave their pasts behind and find peace and solace in each other arms?

      I have always wanted to read Lori Foster but for some reason had never done it. When I saw this book in Netgalley I knew this was it, the now or never. What I didn’t know was that this book belonged to a series. I realized it before reading it, I considered reading previous books first, but there were three books and I didn’t have the time. After asking around I was told it could be read as a stand-alone, so that’s what I did. Now that I finished it I can say, yes, this book could be read as a stand-alone but there is lots of background story about Arizona, Spencer and the rest of the “gang” that I think it would have been better to read previous books first. Don’t take me wrong, I wasn’t lost or anything like that, but there were many references to past events that I would have love to know more. I’m sure if I had read this book as part of the series my enjoyment would have been higher even though I really liked this book.

      I loved how Mrs. Foster took a very difficult topic as human trafficking and gave it life in the pages. She doesn’t write specifics but just enough to know what had happened making your heart break in many pieces.

      In A Perfect Storm she gives us with Arizona and Spencer a broken heroine and a broken hero that find in each other the peace they didn’t know were looking for.

      I loved how Arizona is a mix of strength and fragility; she is also socially awkward and doesn’t know how to relate to others. All this made her more real, endearing and believable to me.

      Spencer is a dreamy hero. I loved how caring and protective he was; one of the things I liked the most about him was his resistance on the beginning to get involved with Arizona, when he had not yet realized that because of Arizona’s experiences she was more mature than her years. I really admired him because of that; he didn’t want to take advantage of her even though he could have done it many times.

      The secondary characters (Jackson and Alani, Trace and Priss, Dare and Molly) were all great, I really want to go back and read their stories. But one character that I stole my heart was Chris, I loved how he was the only one that was able to see Arizona for what she was and what she really needed before anybody else did and his words of advice were wise beyond his years. I really want to know more about him and hopefully Mrs. Foster gives him a nice and deserving HEA.

      All in all A Perfect Storm was a very enjoyable read, with great characters, a complex word and a fast moving plot that will have you glued to its pages. As I said before I’m planning to go back and read previous book of this series. I can also tell you that all the hype about Lori Foster writing is truth, her writing style is spotless, fluid and engaging. She is an author you cannot miss.
    • 4/5
      Having read all of the books in this series back-to-back, I’m kind of surprised to feel that this one is my favorite of the group, especially because I had a difficult time feeling any kind of connection to Arizona at first. I couldn’t relate to her attitude; which is a blessing when you think about it. The woman had a sorry life even before her father sold her to human traffickers in order to buy drugs. Gang raped and forced into prostitution until she escaped. Jackson managed to save her and views her as his little sister and someone to be protected, and being protected isn’t what she wants. Since being saved, she’s become a vigilante to save those who are trapped and to shut down these operations.On her twenty-first birthday she breaks into Spencer’s home and asks the bounty hunter for back-up when setting herself up as bait to take down another group of human traffickers. He’s definitely attracted to her, but believes she’s too young for him and isn’t ready to let go of the wife he lost to a trafficker’s gunfire three years ago. He gently helps her get past a few hang ups and possibly more important, the men all learn to respect her abilities and accept her as one of them.As with all of these stories in this series, there’s a lot of ink devoted to the inner struggle both Arizona and Spencer individually face when it comes to just what their relationship means and what the other thinks of them. Unlike the other stories, sex isn’t something that happens until much further along. However, since she’s never known kindness or even a gentle kiss, she has a lot of questions he’s willing to answer honestly and some of that alone heats things up.The entire gang is on hand which is what I like best about this author’s books. In my opinion, it’s the characters that really make the story, and once the main ones are introduced, they play a part in all later books in the series.
    • 4/5
      I liked this most recent episode in the Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor series. This is Arizona's story. Arizona was a victim who was rescued by Jackson after her captors beat her, tied her up, and threw her into a river in the middle of a storm. Jackson now thinks of her as an adopted younger sister. But Arizona is determined to take charge of her life and to take revenge on the traffickers who tried to make her a victim. She meets Spencer when he steps in and kills the trafficker that Arizona was after. Spencer sees a beautiful young woman that he wants to protect. He also sees a woman that he thinks is too young for him and who needs to be handled carefully because of all she went through. Arizona isn't going to put up with that. She is strong and a survivor and wants to be accepted as an equal by Spencer, Jackson and the other men.I especially liked Arizona's brash confidence in her abilities and her take-no-prisoners attitude. She isn't going to let her past hold her back from getting what she wants. I did get a little upset by her recklessness and the way she seems to undervalue herself. Spencer is an epic sort of hero. He is strong, smart, protective and, once he gets over his hang-up about her age, he's the perfect mate for Arizona. He will let her do what she needs to do and will do his best to love and support her. Their's looks like an excellent partnership in the making. The main focus of this story seemed to me to be the relationship between Spencer and Arizona. The plot to take down traffickers at a bar seemed to really be in the background of this story. This is a great story if you are looking for a relationship story. However, the suspense part of a romantic suspense novel was slighted.
    • 5/5
      I have to be one of the BIGGEST Lori Foster fans out there. So imagine my enjoyment in reading this book! I have been a HUGE fan of the Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor series since reading about Dare in the first book. Once I read the second book, I was convinced that no hero she ever wrote about would take the place of Trace in my heart. Then I met Spencer..Sweet Baby Jesus. Those are the 3 words I would describe when talking about him. Really, there are no other words.. Well, except for any possibly word that you could use to describe the most amazing looking, sensitive, well educated all around almost perfect man. – Need a moment?.. I’ll wait :)We met Arizona in book 3. I won’t go all into the back story, just in case some of you haven’t gotten around to reading it yet. What an amazing woman she is. After everything she went through, being where she is today is the one thing she is the most proud of. The only thing left for her to accomplish? Proving to the guys that she doesn’t need a babysitter and can take care of herself, getting over the past so it doesn’t put such a damper on the best part of her future – oh! and convincing her heart that Spencer isn’t like those men.Bounty Hunter Spencer is still hurting after the death of his wife 3 years ago – thanks to the wonderful world of human trafficking. Arizona is hell bent on destroying anything that has to deal with human trafficking. Match made in heaven!?. One would only think so.Watching the two of them battle the surge of emotion that takes place in this book – along with them both striving for the acceptance from the others – it was an uphill battle the entire way. With Spencer trying to convince himself that age didn’t matter and his heart wanted Arizona – she was busy trying to prove just how much she could take care of herself. After the past that Arizona had – Spencer had his work cut out for him.I’ve never read about a more sensitive man. The things he did to help her face and overcome that which haunted her, simply amazed me. It took patience and understand – that which he had plenty of. The happy ending that we all look for in books was not as easily found in this one. In fact it was almost snatched away a couple of times. The emotional roller coaster that is this book kept me hanging on from page 1.I know I didn’t give much insight to the book like I normally do, but everything I wrote ended up giving something away!Favorite Quote“You left me.”Her pulse tripped at the low, oh-so-familiar timbre of his voice. She hadn’t left him. She’d just… left. Why did he make it sound so personal?“Just noticed that, huh? Man, Spence, you really are astute.”“You snuck out while I was in the shower.”
    • 3/5
      Augusta had many issues after being abused in human trafficking. She was wary of all men and unable to trust them. Spencer saw her for the wounded soul she was and even though he wanted her something fierce, he gave himself multiple reasons why she couldn't be his. The only trouble with that was it didn't curb his desire for her…and Augusta was only becoming more curious about Spencer and his toned body.This was my first book in the Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor Series (and unfortunately I came in at the tail end), but it's not the average Lori Foster romance, in my opinion. Although, yes it is a romance, I felt that it's more basic fiction. I wasn't as impressed with this book as I was with previous romances she's written. There really is no damsel in distress and rescuing hero. Augusta is a woman more than capable of taking care of herself, which is good, but it pretty much tempers the romantic feelings and tender loving care of the relationship between her and Spencer. There is some danger involved, but I had a harder time getting involved in the story and I read it at a much slower pace than I normally would. Since I know of Ms. Foster's previous work, I'm still excited to see what's coming next and look forward to getting back to the front of the line to buy her next book!
    • 3/5
      Arizona Storm has lived through a lot of hardship in her short life and has come out of it with a need to save others by putting herself at risk. Spencer Lark is immediately drawn to her but wants to protect her from more ugliness rather than let her be in the thick of it. Along the way they come to understand each other and fall in love. The characters here were well-written and snarky, the pacing is very good and it is generally an enjoyable book--the kind I expect from Lori Foster. However, for as long as it is (about 450 pages) there are still a lot of unanswered or unaddressed issues, mostly dealing with Spencer's past, that I just can't stop thinking about, and so that brings the rating down for me. It would have been nice to get those answers instead of visiting the thoughts of the villain, which I don't think was necessary.
    • 4/5
      Review: I have not read any other books by Lori Foster, so this was my first taste of The Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor series, and I must admit, I quite enjoyed it! There are four books that precede A Perfect Storm: The Guy Next Door, When You Dare, Trace of Fever, and Savor the Danger, but I found the fifth in the series to be more of a stand-alone volume. (Not that reading the rest would hurt!) This book packs a lot of punch - fast-paced action, page-turning suspense, a heated romance, and a touch of wit; not to mention a cast of complex characters determined to take down a human trafficking ring. I was captivated by the plot-line from page one! What an intense story - for both the character backgrounds, as well as the case(s) being investigated. Human trafficking is a difficult topic to discuss, and Lori Foster makes an impression on her readers. I was taken aback by the detail / shock-factor found throughout the book; it made the case and the characters seem more real to me. I loved strong-willed and protective Spencer, he was by far my favorite character - I could definitely read another book about him. On the other hand, there was Arizona - her history certainly made her character interesting, but I was distracted by her immature and petty actions. I understand that she is young and "tortured" to begin with, however, I feel like her attitude takes away from the book. It is hard to see how Spencer and Arizona would actually work together (as partners or romantically) because they seem so mismatched age and personality wise. Separate, they are tolerable - even enjoyable - but together they are unrealistic for me. I really liked the ending, especially the parts I didn't expect - (no spoilers!) - my only gripe is that this is the final book in the series. I will have to read the previous books ASAP to learn more about the other characters, particularly Chris, Jackson, Trace and Dare, who I would love to know more about. Overall, I rather enjoyed the story, minus the few details mentioned above, and will definitely read more by Lori Foster. Recommended for romance enthusiasts who like a series with some attitude - and some hot men in uniform! Rating: Bounty's Out (3.5/5)* I received this book from the author (Media Muscle) in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
    • 4/5
      A Perfect Storm by Lori Foster is the fourth book in The Men Who Walk The Edge of Honor series. I have not had the opportunity to read the first three books yet. However that wasn't a problem. I was able to keep up with the story line. If you're like me and haven't read the previous books, you can pick this one up and not feel lost in the story.Spencer and Arizona are the couple this book focuses on. Spencer is still hurting from the tragic loss of his wife. Arizona has a heart-breaking past of her own. She doesn't trust anyone and rightly so. Arizona is brave and has good instincts. Spencer is used to being in control. He feels very overprotective of Arizona. She partners up with Spencer to try to take down a smuggling ring.Arizona has a great personality. Despite everything that's happened, she is a fighter. That is a strong appeal to her character. Spencer and Arizona have great chemistry together. They humorously banter back and forth quite a bit. The story line in A Perfect Storm is really exciting. It has a lot of action and suspense. Overall it's a good story. I would absolutely check out the other books in this series as well.
    • 4/5
      He never saw her coming…Spencer Lark already knows too many secrets about Arizona Storm, including the nightmare she survived and her resulting trust issues. But in order to expose a smuggling ring—and continue avenging his own tragic past—the bounty hunter reluctantly agrees to make Arizona a decoy. Yet nothing has equipped him for her hypnotic blend of fragility and bravery, or for the protective instincts she stirs in him.Arizona wants to reclaim her life, which means acting as bait to lure the enemy into a trap. Sure it's dangerous, especially with a partner as distractingly appealing as Spencer. But as their plan—and their chemistry—shifts into high gear, Arizona may discover there's an even greater risk in surrendering her heart to a hero… * * * * * A PERFECT STORM is the fourth book in the Men Who Walk The Edge Of Honor series and I am assuming that it will be the last one. I can't really see where another book would come from unless Chris gets his own book but we will see. Overall this has been a rather good series and I do have to admit that this book in particular has been my favorite.What really sets it apart is Arizona. She has gone thru hell in the past being sold as a sex slave and then rescued. That has really caused some scars that need to be reopened and healed. Luckily she trusts Spencer enough to allow the healing process to start. Some of the scenes between them were almost enough to bring tears to my eyes. Spencer has his own growing to do also. He is an alpha male which automatically makes him protective of any female and even more so to one he cares for. What he needs to understand is that Arizona is a warrior in her own right and to respect her ability to protect herself and others.I think that what I appreciated most about this book was the hard look at human traffickers. It is happening yet so many people want to sweep it under the rug. Ms. Foster has presented it in a way that is palatable to her readers. And the more folks that know about it, the closer we are to stopping it. Kudos to Ms. Foster for presenting a clear look at this uncomfortable subject. I recommend this book to anyone that enjoys romantic suspense. I would rate this book a 3.4. ***I received this book at no charge for NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. No monies have or will exchange hands.
    • 4/5
      Fans of this series will not be disappointed. Spencer has become my new favorite alpha male of the group. He's hot, thoughtful, caring, and a physical force to be reckon with. He also seems the least prolific in the female department compared to the other guys. Well, Dare may be close. We get to know Arizona better and not just the heads strong girl running into danger. The chemistry with Spencer is great but not as hot as with the other guys and their budding relationships. The action centers around the human trafficking but again, it didn't feel as intense as previous problems the guys have found themselves in. This is a nice read for fans of the series, don't get me wrong. You will enjoy it. But, I still would have liked to see the danger more dangerous and the hot a bit more hot. Keeping in mind Arizona's past makes sense how the story plays out though. I read the book in one day, so it's safe to say it's a smooth ride.
    • 3/5
      Review Courtesy of Dark Faerie TalesQuick & Dirty: A character-driven plot that is not action packed but the romance is hot.Opening Sentence: Arizona Storm sat quietly on the overstuffed chair, her chin resting on her drawn-up knees, her fingers laced together around her shins.The Review:Arizona Storm has been dealt a raw hand at life. She was given over to human traffickers while she was still a teenager as a sex slave. She escaped from her captors but then was caught. They decided they needed to teach a lesson for the others in captivity and left her for dead but then she was rescued by Jackson. Arizona is now twenty-one and she is determined to stop the kind of people that once held her captive. The revenge she wanted for her own captors was taken away by Spencer and she does hold it against him but not for long.Spencer Lark is a bounty hunter. His wife was killed three years ago in a robbery gone bad. He has been strangely drawn to Arizona ever since he first saw her but he is hung up on the fact that there is a twelve year age difference between them. Spencer also knows about Arizona’s past so he knows that she will have problems getting close to someone.Arizona breaks into Spencer’s home while he is sleeping. Something Spencer finds a little hard to deal with at first but then it doesn’t bother him. She has come to him with a job opportunity. She has scoped out a business that she believes is a front for human traffickers and she wants Spencer’s help in infiltrating the place.Arizona is a strong woman but she does have her hang-ups, their names are Trace, Dare, Jackson and Spencer. They just want to protect her but she doesn’t want to be protected. She wants to catch the bad guys and help fight. She has a weakness towards the underdogs and wants to help them. Arizona has no problem speaking her mind and asking uncomfortable questions. I found Spencer’s neighbor Marla a little annoying but at the same time I felt sorry for her because of the questions Arizona kept asking her. She wants to know how real relationships work but since she has only been used she doesn’t understand the workings of a loving relationship.Human trafficking is a heavy subject to talk about and this story really isn’t an exception. It weighs heavily on the tone of the story. A Perfect Storm is a character driven story. It focuses on the relationship between Arizona and Spencer in depth. It is almost 200 pages in by the time they go to the business to check it out when the action starts to kick in. The tension starts to run pretty high and the one thing that I thought would happen didn’t happen, thankfully. This is not an action driven story.When Arizona and Spencer inevitably hook up it is hot. Spencer has no problem helping Arizona through her problems. He tells himself and Arizona that it is just to help her with developing a healthy relationship with someone else. Arizona knows that she can only get through her problems with Spencer and Spencer alone. She just hopes that he realizes that before it’s too late.Overall, A Perfect Storm is a pleasant read even though the subject material is heavy. Arizona and Spencer have a special relationship that helps make each other a better person. I can’t wait to see if there is more in store for them.Notable Scene:Arizona’s thoughts were on seducing Spencer instead of where they should have been, so when she saw the dark, indistinct form growing into a long shadow across the walkway, it took a few seconds for the import to sink in.Too late to take the offensive against him, Arizona realized it was Carl lurking in the night.Well, damn. Had he taken the back exit from the bar and circled around to get her? That meant he had to have seen her leave.And it also meant he’d been watching her . . . maybe Spencer, too.If he’d hurt Spencer, so help her, she would demolish him.As Carl made a grab for her, she played the helpless victim and let him. He snatched her into the alley with hard hands and careless strength, dragging her down to an open door.He shoved her into a small dilapidated room.Maybe before all the whiskey shots, she’d have been sharp enough to think of a better plan. Shoot, even two drinks ago she would have been more on game.But even over the limit, she wasn’t totally lost to skill. She wanted to get close to him.How else could she hurt him?Once they were out of sight from spectators, she reacted instinctively to the arm clamped tight across her throat. She went limp, dropping her weight to throw Carl off balance. When he tried to readjust, she grabbed for his fingers and, in a practiced twist, broke two with a satisfying crackle of joints.That got her turned loose real fast.With grim satisfaction, she ducked away while Carl let loose a string of rank curses. She knew Spencer wouldn’t want her to fight, but since Carl blocked her way out of the room, she couldn’t exactly tuck her tail and run, now could she?He left her no choice but to engage in full-go contact.Awe-some.Taking a stance, ready, even anxious, Arizona smiled at him.The Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor Series:0.5 The Guy Next Door “Ready, Set, Jett”1. When You Dare2. Trace of Fever3. Savor the Danger4. A Perfect StormFTC Advisory: Harlequin provided me with a copy of A Perfect Storm. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
    • 4/5
      Received from Publisher for Blog TourChallenges: Men in UniformOverall Rating: 4.25Story Rating: 4.00Character Rating: 4.50First Thought when Finished: I expected to be WOW'd by Arizona but really it was Spencer that stole that story!What I Loved: Spencer! I wasn't sure what I would think about him when the story started. He, above anyone else, pointed out his flaws, why he wouldn't be good for Arizona, and several other reasons why a girl should find him a good man but a damaged one. Yet, it was because of all of that and his treatment of Arizona that he became the most compelling character in this story. Arizona had a distinct way of making him prove through actions what kind of man he truly was! It was his treatment of Arizona and his neighbor that really sold his "good man" status to me. Needless to say I loved the man!What I Liked: Arizona! I was already intrigued by her at the end of Jackson's story. She had a horrific past and the more we found out about it in this book, the more I wonder how the poor gal was functioning at all. Instead, while she did have her flaws, she was fighting to live and fighting to prevent people from being used the way she was. I admired Arizona in so many ways. She had a shaky road but managed to work her way through it. While I didn't find her as intriguing as Spencer, I did find her compelling.What was a little lacking: Not enough of the other wives even though we saw the Boys. Since this was the last in the series I wanted a little more time with them.Final Thought: I really loved the Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor series. It was my first time reading Lori Foster but it won't be my last!
    • 4/5
      4 STARSI like Arizona Storm she is fiesty. Arizona has had a hard life her father was abusive and sold her to human traffickers. Arizona does not give up. She escaped from them. Unfortunately she was got and to teach a lesson to the others. Arizona was tied up and thrown off a bridge into a river. Arizona still struggled to survive.Jackson was down by the river and saw her. He jumped in and grabbed her. Arizona thought he was one of the bad guys and fought him. Jackson rescued and brought her into his family. Even paid for her to go to a finshing school. Jackson,Dare,Chris and Trace all live close and work together to stop human traffickers and make good money. Jackson was like her big brother and wanted to keep her safe. They had her working the computers, backgrounds. Arizona wanted more.Arizona on her 21 birthday broke into bounty hunter Spencer Lark's house and sat watching him sleep. Arizona met him on another job and felt she could trust him. She found a bar that she thought was dealing in smuggling. She wanted to be bait and catch the bad guys and free the others that are like her.Spencer agreed to help her because he knew she would do it on her own. Spencer has been fighting his feelings for Arizona. He was 11 years older than her. He wanted to help her get over her fears and protect her.Part of a deal he was making with her was everytime she swore she owed him a kiss. He would help her and go to Jackson up comming wedding.Arizona carries a gun in a ankle holster and a knife down her back and is willing to fight dirty & smart. She has some issues dealing with men and swimming in water. She was working to get over them.This is a good story and I wish their are many more heros out their and less bad guys in real life. I want to go back and read other stories in this group of books. I was given this ebook to read in exchange of a honest review from Netgalley.03/27/2012 PUB Harlequin HQN

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    A Perfect Storm - Lori Foster

    CHAPTER ONE

    ARIZONA STORMSATQUIETLY on the overstuffed chair, her chin resting on her drawn-up knees, her fingers laced together around her shins.

    Waiting.

    In the quiet, shadowed room, she breathed in the unique aroma of aftershave and gun oil, and the headier scent of warm male. On the back of the chair behind her he’d tossed his jeans and a rumpled T-shirt. Close at hand on the nightstand, he’d placed his freshly cleaned gun and his deadly switchblade.

    His discarded boxers lay on the floor.

    He fascinated her.

    After breaking into his house, she’d removed her sneakers and put them next to his boots by the front door. The air-conditioning, set on high, left her toes cold, but he’d covered himself with no more than a thin sheet.

    Again and again, her gaze tracked over him, from one big foot sticking out over the side of the bed, up and over his flat, solid abs covered by the snowy-white sheet, to his chest—not covered by anything except enticing body hair.

    With one arm behind his head, his underarm and the dark tuft of hair there were visible. Seeing that almost made him look vulnerable—except that, despite his relaxed pose, the positioning of his long arm made a thick biceps bulge.

    At nearly six and a half feet tall, solidly built and finely sculpted, Spencer Lark was one of the biggest, strongest, most impressive men she’d ever met.

    And she knew some really prime specimens.

    His long lashes shadowed his high cheekbones, but that didn’t detract from the bruising beneath one eye. A recent fight? She smiled while picturing it, sure that Spencer had come out ahead. His skill at fighting intrigued her even more than his big bod.

    Amazing, but even his slightly crooked nose held her rapt. When and how had he broken it?

    She inhaled a deep breath and let it out in a quiet sigh that, given the silence in his home and Spencer’s acute instincts, disturbed his slumber.

    Arizona admitted to herself that maybe she’d wanted to wake him. After all, she’d been watching him—and waiting—for a while now.

    His head turned on the pillow, his legs shifted.

    Holding herself perfectly still, she waited to see if he’d awaken, what he’d do, what he’d say. She didn’t know him all that well, and yet…she did.

    Sort of.

    They’d met nearly a month ago while they were both on a sting. Immediately, they’d butted heads, and he’d infuriated her by interfering with her life.

    But worse, he’d robbed her of the revenge she desperately craved.

    Sure, he had his own need for revenge, so she understood his motives. She didn’t forgive him. Not yet, anyway.

    But she did understand.

    At least, she thought she did. Once they talked it over, then she’d decide for sure.

    He made a soft, gravelly sound as he stretched that long, strong body. His chin tucked in. Muscles flexed.

    The sheet tented.

    Eyes widening, Arizona stared, not really alarmed, but no longer so at ease, either. She had a very dark history with aroused men, so she doubted she’d ever be unaffected by them. But she didn’t let it get in her way, not when she wanted something, not when she had a goal in mind.

    She knew she should have taken Spencer’s gun, at the very least moved it out of his reach. But instead she’d found him in the bed, and before she’d even thought it through, she’d taken the empty seat and settled in to study him while he slept.

    Since that fateful day when her destiny had been stolen from her, she’d seen him only a handful of times. She’d tried to stay away. She’d tried to forget about him.

    She hadn’t been successful.

    Stretching, he brought his hand out from behind his head, around to rub over his hair, across his face, down his chest.

    As he gave a sleepy, growling groan, that hand disappeared under the sheet.

    Arizona’s lips parted, and her heartbeat tripped up. She cleared her throat. Spence?

    Freezing, without moving any other body part, he opened his eyes and met her gaze.

    She frowned at him.

    He didn’t look super-startled, and he said nothing. He just stared at her.

    With his hand still under there.

    Yeah… Semi-satisfied with his frozen reaction, she nodded at his lap. You weren’t going for a little tug, were you? Because as your spectator, I’d just as soon not see it.

    He brought his hand out and put it back behind his head, still silent, still watching her. Almost…relaxed.

    His gaze was so dark, so compelling, she felt like squirming, damn it. I mean, I guess I could wait in the other room if it’s really necessary. That is, if you don’t take too long.

    He disappointed her by not reacting. As if he often woke to an uninvited woman playing voyeur in his bedroom, he looked her over, from her bare toes up to her long, wind-tangled hair.

    Been here long?

    Maybe half an hour or so. Curiosity prompted her to ask, Were you going to…you know? She nodded at his lap.

    Most men say hi to the boys first thing.

    Say hi?

    With no sign of discomfort, he shrugged one shoulder. You broke in.

    A statement, not a question. She gave her own casual shrug. Since you’re not dumb enough to leave the place unlocked, yeah, I had to.

    He turned his head, but not to check on the time. He saw the gun still on the nightstand where he’d left it and brought his gaze back to hers again. You know how to make coffee?

    One eyebrow lifted high. Trying to get me out of the room so you can leave the bed? I’m not squeamish, you know. I mean, with my background, I’ve seen plenty of—

    He threw off the sheet and sat up, effectively shutting down her snide retort.

    Ho boy.

    If you don’t know how to make coffee, just say so. Spencer stretched again, harder, longer this time. Sitting on the side of the bed, he snagged up his boxers and stepped into them. As he stood, he pulled them up.

    They fit like a glove.

    He still had a tent going.

    And she still stared.

    He picked up the gun and, betraying some trust issues, checked to make sure she hadn’t unloaded it. Discovering she hadn’t touched it at all, he nodded in satisfaction.

    As he passed her, he chucked her under the chin. It’s called morning wood, little girl. No reason for alarm. Gun in hand, he went on past her into the bathroom. The door closed quietly behind him.

    Belatedly, Arizona shut her mouth. Oh, how she hated when he called her little girl. As of today, she wasn’t quite as young as he thought, and given her experiences, well, she hadn’t felt like a kid in a very long time.

    Her brows snapped down, and her spine stiffened. She would not let him get to her. Huh-uh. No way.

    This was her game. She would call the shots, and if anyone had to be tongue-tied, it’d be him.

    She shoved to her feet, but didn’t stomp. Excesses of emotion gave away too much. She didn’t want him to know how he affected her.

    At the bathroom door, voice cold and collected, she stated, I’ll be the kitchen.

    Minutes later, just to prove a point, she went about making coffee.

    * * *

    SPENCERSTOODWITHHISHANDS braced on the porcelain sink, his head hanging, his muscles twitchy.

    What the hell?

    Sure, he knew Arizona Storm was a reckless, impetuous, headstrong girl. He’d figured that out in the first few seconds of making her acquaintance.

    But breaking and entering?

    Why the hell had she sat there watching him sleep?

    He felt…violated. Angry.

    He felt extreme pity. For her.

    Damn, but he didn’t want her, not in his house, not in his head. He could control the first.

    Hadn’t had much luck controlling the second.

    Not trusting her to respect his privacy, knowing damn good and well she would snoop without remorse, he gave up the idea of a shower and shave and instead rushed through brushing his teeth, splashing his face and finger-combing his hair.

    Since she wasn’t in his bedroom anymore, he took the time to pull on his jeans, but rather than mess with the holster, he just stuck the gun in his waistband. He grabbed up his knife, opened it, closed it again and slid it into his pocket.

    Barefoot and shirtless, he went in search of Arizona—and he had to admit, anticipation chased away the cobwebs of old memories and lack of sleep.

    Seeing her slumped in a kitchen chair, arms crossed, one foot hooked behind a chair leg, jolted his senses even more.

    God Almighty, she was a beauty.

    Slim, long-legged and generously stacked, with a face like a wet dream, Arizona would turn heads wherever she went. Dark, wavy hair hung down her back, usually in disarray. Honey-colored skin seemed in direct contrast with light blue, heavily lashed eyes. A full mouth, a strong chin, high cheekbones…

    He wondered at the mixed heritage that had produced such a dream.

    As he stood unnoticed in the doorway, she chewed at a thumbnail. Arizona didn’t wear makeup, or polish her nails, or do much of anything to enhance her looks—and she didn’t need to. She could wear burlap and men would burn for her.

    Nervous?

    She went still before affecting a bored expression and swiveling her head to face him. Do you always sleep ’til noon?

    When I’ve been up all night, yes. He made a beeline for the coffeepot but didn’t thank her for making it. After all, she’d come in uninvited. You want a cup?

    If you have sugar and milk.

    Creamer. He poured two cups and set them on the table, then got the creamer from the fridge. The sugar bowl sat in the middle of the table, framed by salt and pepper shakers.

    Like many of the things in his kitchen, they resembled cows in one way or another.

    His wife had bought the novelty items years ago.

    While blowing on the hot coffee, Spencer ruthlessly quashed bad memories. Arizona loaded her coffee with two heaping spoonfuls of sugar and a liberal splash of the cream.

    He watched her lush mouth as she sipped, sipped again.

    Shaking himself, he took a drink, and nearly choked. Strong enough to peel the lining from his throat, it was the worst coffee he’d ever tasted. Arizona didn’t seem to notice, though, so he manned up and drank without complaint.

    The overdose of caffeine would do him good.

    Silence dragged out while they each gave attention to their coffee. He wouldn’t be the first to break.

    Finally she eyed him. How come you were out late? Carousing?

    Actually, he’d needed to expend some energy for reasons he wouldn’t yet examine too closely. Shrugging, he said, I hit up a bar, found a little trouble. He looked at her. You know how it is, right?

    To his disgruntlement, she nodded. Yeah, I did the same. But I fared better than you. Her mouth quirked in a small grin, and she winked. No black eye.

    Had she really been in a bar? Looking for trouble?

    Again?

    He didn’t need to defend himself, not to her, but still he said, You should see the other three guys.

    Yeah? Only three? Tsking, she let her gaze drift over him. Any other bruises?

    No.

    She propped her chin on a fist. One lucky punch, huh?

    Did she have to appear so amused by idiotic drinking and brawling? Something like that. Actually it was a thrown chair that had caught him, but whatever. He wouldn’t encourage her with details. So tell me, little girl. What were you doing in a bar?

    She looked away. With one finger, she traced the rim of her coffee cup. Sometimes, she said low, her voice almost whimsical, I just need a distraction.

    His chest tightened. He waited to see if she’d elaborate, if she’d share details of her tragic background with human traffickers. She had a need to even the score with people already dead, the monsters who’d hurt her badly.

    Suddenly she leaned forward. Can you keep a secret?

    Damn, he didn’t want to play these games. Depends.

    She scowled. On what?

    On whether or not keeping it is in your best interest.

    Sitting back in irritation, she demanded, Why does that concern you?

    He countered with, Why do you want to tell me?

    For long moments they stared at each other, and then she broke. Fuck it. I don’t. Not anymore. After downing the rest of her coffee, she scraped back her chair. I’m outta here.

    Spencer caught her wrist. And of course, that got her going.

    Quick temper and a boulder-size chip on her shoulder had her swinging a fist. He dodged it, but she kicked and caught him in the shin. Luckily she didn’t wear shoes, so it didn’t hurt.

    Much.

    In the ensuing scuffle, his coffee cup hit the floor and broke.

    Given they were both barefoot, he did the expedient thing and tossed her over his shoulder. Clamping a hand over her thighs, he warned, Bite me, and I swear to God, you won’t like the consequences.

    Rather than struggle, she braced her elbows on his back. You’ve threatened me before.

    Because you’ve attacked me before. Stepping over and around the mess on his floor, he went into the hallway, then figured, what the hell, and went on into the living room.

    He dumped her on the couch.

    She bounded right back off again.

    Another scuffle, and damn it, it was too early and he was too tired to put up with it.

    Arizona! He locked her in close in a now familiar hold—at least with her—keeping her back to his chest, her arms pinned down. He squeezed her tight enough to steal her breath. Knock it off already, will you?

    Her head dropped back against his chest so she could glare at him. He waited, refusing to relent, driven by…God knew what.

    She gave one sharp nod.

    Spencer opened his arms but quickly stepped out of her reach. Okay?

    Screw you.

    So much animosity, so much rage at the world. She’d never admit it, but Arizona needed a friend, a confidante, and if it put him through hell, well, so what? He’d been in hell for a while now. You came to me, remember?

    And now I’m trying to leave!

    His head pounded. If she walked out now, he’d spend the rest of the day worrying about her.

    Or following her.

    He worked his jaw, then said, I’ll keep your secret. What is it?

    Oh, aren’t you the generous one?

    He sighed. The sneer is unappealing. Just tell me what it is.

    The narrowing of her eyes emphasized their pale, bright blue color and the thickness of her long, inky lashes. She drew two deep breaths, making it tough for him to keep his attention off her chest.

    It’s my birthday.

    Huh. Of all the things he’d imagined, that wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t even one of the top fifty. Your birthday? he said stupidly.

    Yeah, you know, the day I was born. Not under a rock, in case you’re wondering. When he stayed mute, she added, I’m twenty-one now. A legal adult. Not a little girl, like you keep saying.

    Arizona didn’t have family. She had a friend, Jackson, the man who had rescued her from death. She had Jackson’s soon-to-be-wife, Alani. She had their family and friends.

    But none of her own.

    He shook his head. That’s it? That’s why she’d broken into his house? Why she’d sat on the chair and watched him sleep?

    She rolled her eyes. Yeah, what’d you expect? A confession of murder?

    I don’t know. With her, he could take nothing for granted. Why didn’t she want anyone to know about her birthday? His rubbed his bristly jaw, studied her, but came up short of reason or even clear thought. He dropped his hand. Happy birthday.

    Thanks.

    They stood there staring at each other, and it would have been odd, but everything with Arizona was odd.

    Especially the multitude of ways she affected him, the emotions she wrought and the needs she ignited.

    As if her bizarre overreaction hadn’t happened, she dropped back to sit on the couch. I almost didn’t remember. I mean, it’s been a really long time since anyone made note of it. And even then, it was usually just my mom saying happy birthday to me. No biggie. She gave a crooked smile. We weren’t a cake and candles type of family.

    So she’d never gotten a birthday gift? No one celebrated her life?

    It’s not a big deal or anything. But I guess with you always accusing me of being young—

    You are young. It’s not an accusation, it’s a fact. One he desperately needed to remember.

    But now I’m legal.

    Meaning…what? At thirty-two, he was only eleven years older than her, but he felt twice her age. He massaged a kink in the back of his neck. Did she expect a gift? A night out? Jesus, he didn’t know. So…we could go get a cake. Or something.

    Her small smile spread into a mocking grin. "Don’t be an ass. I don’t want or need anything like that. I’m just saying, no more calling me little girl."

    At a loss, Spencer joined her on the couch. Instead of lounging back, he half turned toward her. Why are you keeping it secret?

    She snorted. You met Jackson. You know he’d make a big deal of it or something, and I don’t want that. Half under her breath, she muttered, I’m enough of a burden already.

    I don’t think he’d agree with that. Jackson treated her like a kid sister, and he’d probably want to do whatever he could to commemorate the day, to somehow make it special for her—to make up for a past so dark, so depressing, that no young lady should have suffered through it.

    Yeah. She smoothed a hand over the corduroy of his couch. Maybe not. But it’s still true.

    Since she didn’t want him to, he wouldn’t say anything, but he didn’t like it. You shouldn’t keep stuff from him. He cares about you.

    I know. She crossed her arms over her middle. But he’s got his hands full. Remember, he’s planning a wedding.

    Was she jealous of Alani? From what he’d seen, Arizona looked at Jackson with her heart in her eyes. He was the only person she had, so he meant a lot to her. More like his fiancée is planning it.

    Alani is preggers, remember?

    I had heard. He also knew the pregnancy was a happy surprise, and in no way had forced their decision to marry. Does it bother you?

    Of course not, she insisted. But with all that going on, he doesn’t need to be messing with me.

    Dinner out, a small gift, cake and hugs…did she consider that too much fuss? I think Jackson can handle it.

    Besides, she added, speaking over him, I have a new identity, remember? No going back and especially no celebrating give-away dates like birthdays.

    In an effort to help her, Jackson had covered her background, buried the past for her as much as he could, and for her safety, he’d given her a whole new identity, including a new name. It was a way to start over, to start fresh.

    But none of that would help Arizona heal from the past.

    Uncomfortable with the moment, Spencer floundered, trying to find something to say. He hadn’t known her that long, and their acquaintance had been fraught with danger. As a bounty hunter, he’d been tracking criminal psychopaths—and the psychopaths had been tracking her.

    Arizona, being outrageous in every way a person could imagine, had used herself as bait. Along the way, Spencer had met Jackson and learned a little about their history.

    They presented their relationship as that of friends, or maybe siblings. But the nuances of their connection made anything that simple impossible. Not with Arizona’s looks and not when Jackson had saved her life.

    Not when she’d once been held captive by human traffickers who, after using her, had tried to kill her as punishment for running away.

    Her death would have been a lesson to remaining trapped victims. Instead, the bastards had died—and good riddance.

    Luckily—at least for Spencer’s peace of mind—Jackson was already in love with Alani, so his interest in Arizona wasn’t romantic in any way. But for Arizona? He just didn’t know.

    Jackson was a good man. A protector.

    And right now, Spencer felt like a destroyer of evil. Nothing protective in that.

    Oh, for crying out loud. Arizona slugged him in the shoulder. What the hell is wrong with you? No one died. Lose the sad face, will you?

    He’d try. So why are you here? Remembering how she’d gotten in, he turned to look at the door. You didn’t damage my lock, did you?

    Your lock is fine—shitty, but fine. She propped her feet on the table in front of the couch. I’m good at picking locks.

    Why am I not surprised?

    She stared down the length of her legs and wiggled her toes. Nonchalantly, she said, I need some help.

    Apprehension shot through him. With what? Had she gotten herself into trouble somehow? Was someone after her again?

    Promise me that you won’t tell Jackson about this, either, and then I’ll tell you.

    Fearful for her, he said, Sure, whatever. I won’t tell Jackson.

    Hmm. Her eyes narrowed. That was a mighty quick agreement.

    But sincere. At the moment, his biggest concern was her safety. Spill it.

    All right. She went back to rubbing the corduroy, and it was such a sensual thing, her hand moving slowly over the material, that Spencer felt mesmerized. There’s this restaurant. Well, it’s actually a sleazy bar, but they do serve food during the day, too.

    From any other woman, those words wouldn’t cause much reaction. From Arizona, they boded a looming catastrophe. What bar? Where?

    Don’t look like that, she complained. Until I know you’re on board, I’m not giving you details. Let’s just say I suspect they’re part of a large-scale trafficking ring and maybe using forced labor. I want to look into it. But I’m not dumb. I know I need some backup.

    Dear God, Jackson looked into large-scale trafficking rings—not Arizona! And he didn’t work alone—he worked with other men who were equally skilled.

    They backed each other up—and they’d given Arizona computer duties in an effort to involve her, while keeping her away from the more dangerous action. She should have been doing no more than researching backgrounds on small-scale, local-level traffickers.

    Research only.

    I was thinking I could be bait again. You know, put myself out there and see what happens. With you keeping watch, it’d be safe enough, right? If they try to grab me, then we—

    No. His temper shot into overdrive, on a par with his alarm. He said again, with more force, No.

    Unmoved, Arizona met his angry gaze—and shrugged. Fine. I thought you might want to team up, but I can figure it out on my own. She started to leave the couch.

    He again caught her arm.

    Slim, warm and so soft…

    As she stared at him, her blue eyes lit from a very short fuse. I’d suggest you stop trying to manhandle me.

    Hearing the deadly tone in her voice, Spencer opened his fingers. Give me a second to think, will you?

    Huh. At her leisure, she dropped back again. So ‘no’ with you isn’t necessarily no? It might mean something else? It could mean that you just want time to think?

    She was making mincemeat out of him. He had to take control. I don’t want you anywhere near anything dangerous, especially by yourself.

    Yeah, but see, you aren’t my daddy, aren’t my boyfriend, and you sure as hell aren’t anything in-between. So if you don’t want to help, then it’s none of your damn business.

    What did she consider in-between? I want to make a bet with you.

    Her interest perked up. You do? About what?

    Already knowing it wouldn’t go over well, Spencer braced himself. I bet you can’t go a month without cursing.

    Her chin tucked in, and her brows came down. What does that have to do with anything?

    He had no idea, except that it annoyed him to hear her be so coarse. Go a month without cursing. He hated himself, but he said, Every time you slip, you owe me a kiss.

    Icy stillness fell over her. Silence pulsed in the room.

    Tension gathered like storm clouds.

    Pulling the tiger’s tail, he asked, Well?

    Eyes glittering, Arizona slowly pushed to her feet. Fuck you, she whispered.

    He could see a pulse tripping in her slim throat.

    He could see the fear she tried so hard to hide.

    I suggested a kiss, Arizona. Nothing more. And despite what you said, ‘no’ does mean ‘no’ to me. You don’t have to be afraid.

    I’m not!

    You don’t have to expect the worst, either. He didn’t move from his position on the couch, but with their gazes locked, it felt as if he touched her all the same.

    It disturbed him—so what would it do to her?

    I would never hurt you, he promised. I’d do my best to protect you from anyone who would.

    I don’t need you to protect me. Her eyes turned glassy, a little wet. I can protect myself.

    Not too long ago, she hadn’t protected herself at all. And no one else had, either.

    You find kissing so repulsive?

    She shook her head but said, I don’t know. Then she added, I haven’t done much…kissing.

    No?

    Her teeth clenched; she spoke through stiff lips. A guy who’s paying for his time doesn’t want to waste it on that. In defiance, she added, Thank God.

    Her words felt like a kick in the guts. Arizona—

    They saw me as unclean. Her chin jutted forward. And I’m glad!

    Had she ever been given a sincere, caring, affectionate kiss? He just didn’t know. But they had to start somewhere, or she’d never be free of her past.

    He sat forward. Given your expression, the idea of kissing me would be insufferable, so I’m guessing it should be incentive enough to clean up your language. Right?

    She took a step back, then another. Arms loose, bare feet braced apart, she prepared to fight.

    After everything that had happened to him in the past three years, his heart should have been encased in ice. Until Arizona, it had been.

    Now, around her, everything felt as raw as a fresh, hot wound.

    You trust me, he pointed out.

    She shook her head. I don’t trust anyone.

    Slowly he stood and took a step toward her. Yes, you do. You don’t want to, and I understand that. I really do. But that’s no way to live and you know it.

    Shaking her head again, she whispered, No. Then louder, No!

    He stopped. Why did you break into my house to tell me it’s your birthday? If you don’t trust me, why did you leave my gun and knife on the nightstand? If you’re afraid of me, why are you here, asking me to partner up with you?

    She breathed harder.

    As a warning, her small hand bunched into a fist. He didn’t care. If she slugged him, maybe that’d finally make him see reason.

    Maybe he’d finally be able to stop thinking about her.

    Damn you, she growled.

    And his doorbell rang.

    CHAPTER TWO

    ARIZONAWATCHEDASCALM settled over Spencer’s features. Oh, chaotic emotion had been there seconds before. She knew it. But now, he looked as collected as a college professor.

    Excuse me, he said with absurd formality, and turned to head for the front door.

    The second his back was turned, she let out a pent-up breath and felt her knees weaken.

    Why did he rattle her so much? Fear? Yeah, around him she felt it in spades. But it wasn’t a normal kind of fear.

    It wasn’t anything familiar.

    She’d lived with fear most of her life, first from her father and his cohorts, then from the awful traffickers and the swine who came to them for women. And then…from the idea of being alone, unable to help others.

    Useless.

    From where she stood, the open door blocked her view of his visitor, but she didn’t need a visual, not with the husky female voice now crooning, Spencer, I’m so glad you’re home.

    Arizona’s spine went rigid.

    Strength surged back into her legs.

    So did petty animosity.

    She strained her ears but heard nothing, and she suspected the woman was kissing Spencer.

    Sorry, doll, Spencer finally said low, but it’s not a good time.

    Doll? Not a good time for what? Curiosity, and a few more unpleasant emotions, nudged Arizona closer.

    But it’s been forever, purred the female, and you promised me—

    I don’t make promises.

    I know. An exaggerated sigh. That’s not what I meant. But… Silly female cajoling. "God, Spencer, I need you." Slim, pale hands came up and around Spencer’s neck and drew him down.

    This time she had no doubts at all about the silence. They were making out in his doorway, right there for God and the rest of the world to see.

    Peeved, Arizona took a few quicker steps forward, and witnessed a pretty blonde delivering a scorching kiss. They both had their eyes closed. They fit together. And she saw a flash of tongue.

    Fury narrowed her eyes.

    Spencer knew she was waiting on him, but he didn’t exactly fight off Blondie’s attentions.

    With one hand at her waist and the other keeping the door held open—probably to try to block Arizona from seeing—Spencer let the brazen broad kiss him.

    Crossing her arms and propping her shoulder against the wall, Arizona asked, Can I get an estimate on how long this is going to take?

    When they both looked at her, the blonde shocked, Spencer resigned, Arizona smiled.

    I mean, is this going somewhere? Should I skedaddle and leave you to it? Or should I just wait outside for a few?

    The blonde opened her mouth twice but said nothing. Her lips were now wet, her face flushed.

    Spencer, appearing unaffected by it all, didn’t say anything. He just watched Arizona.

    When the blonde noticed that, she shoved out of Spencer’s hold. You bastard! She turned and marched away.

    Hey, he doesn’t make promises, Arizona called after her. You should’ve remembered that! Since Blondie didn’t head for a car but instead crossed the lawn, Arizona assumed her to be a neighbor. How handy was that? He had hanky-panky living right next door.

    Giving her a dirty look, Spencer pointed at her. Stay. And with that, he went after the woman.

    Like…maybe she mattered to him? Who was she?

    Snuffing the hurt she felt, Arizona said, Woof, so Spencer would know what she thought of his order, then she strode to the door to watch the theatrics.

    Relationships confounded her; she’d never seen the appeal of having someone around, underfoot. The invasion to your privacy. The expectations. Obligations.

    Sex.

    No, she wanted no part of it.

    And yet it infuriated her to see Spencer contain the woman by holding her oh-so-gently, and to see Blondie soften as he explained.

    What did he tell her?

    For certain, Spencer wouldn’t admit that she’d watched him sleeping, that he’d gotten up and paraded around buck naked in front of her.

    He wouldn’t admit that they were both vigilantes, and that their only connection was a drive to bring the bad guys to justice.

    But he talked about something, and when the woman looked toward Arizona with understanding and sympathy, her temper snapped.

    What the hell?

    Did that bimbo pity her?

    Storming away, Arizona headed back to the kitchen. Along the way she threw a few shadow punches and kicks, then drew a slow deep breath. She’d already reconnoitered Spencer’s house, so she knew she could slip out the back door and not have to see him again.

    But she wouldn’t. She’d be damned before she let him make her flee. She didn’t run from anyone. Not anymore. Never again.

    Hoping to hide her awful mix of emotions, she went about cleaning up the mess on the floor.

    Making herself at home, she located Spencer’s garbage can and unearthed a roll of paper towels. She was almost done when Spencer came in several minutes later.

    The second she saw him, she tossed away the last paper towel and regained her feet. You do her in the driveway?

    Appearing cautious, he said, What?

    Holding one hand in a circle and extending the first finger of her other hand, Arizona created a crude simulation of sex.

    His

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