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Clandestine
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
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Clandestine
ISBN 9781419911545
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Clandestine Copyright© 2007 Denise A. Agnew
Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.
Cover art by Willo.
Electronic book Publication: June 2007
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S PECIAL I NVESTIGATIONS A GENCY :
C LANDESTINE
Denise A. Agnew
Dedication
Simply, to Mom
Who loved to read and instilled that same love within me when I was a little child.
Thanks, Mom.
August 17, 1921—November 10, 2006
Clandestine
Chapter One
Midnight, October 25
Special Investigations Agency
Location: A top-secret location somewhere in Colorado
The SIA ruined the only chance Grey O’Toole had to get laid tonight.
As he walked through the sleekly modern atrium of Special Investigations Agency,
he hoped whatever brought him here after midnight could be slam dunked quickly.
After returning from his last assignment in Spain, he wanted a vacation. Instead, a
message flashed on his I-Doc communicator as he left the airport, saying he must report
to SIA right away.
So much for his date with Amanda. She hadn’t understood the second interruption
to their plans in three weeks. She’d warned him one more time would be all it took and
she never wanted to see him again. Such was the life of a Special Agent with the SIA.
None of his girlfriends in the past understood frequent absences he couldn’t explain.
They figured he was jerking them around, and would dump him faster than he could
say shit on a swivel stick. Tonight had been no exception. When he’d called Amanda
from the airport and explained that work hailed him, the proverbial excrement hit the
oscillating device. She’d slammed the phone in his ear.
Another one bit the dust. He’d dated five women this year. That was a record for
him. For the first time he realized he didn’t feel one twinge of pain or concern that he’d
gone through that many girlfriends in a year.
He sighed and took the elevator down to his office on sublevel one. As he stepped
off the elevator, he soaked in the atmosphere of the lonely corridors. Grey liked this
time of night, when shadows crept along the ground and revealed all the secrets the
sunlight tried to hide.
A dichotomy.
Most people didn’t understand that as much evil hid in the sunlight as did in
darkness. They went about their merry lives content with the sun on their faces, certain
evil approached only with the night. They didn’t know the international SIA watched
their backs. He was a part of that worldwide force, but for a while he’d like to pretend
obliviousness as much as the next guy.
He flipped on his I-Doc and glanced at the cryptic message again. “Report to office
and contact Quinton Maybrick, Controller. Dorcas Shannigan will supply backup
information and indoctrination. Mac Tudor, Division Chief.”
At the thought of Dorky, Grey felt a strong stirring of pleasure in both his mind and
his cock. A very strong stirring. His heartbeat picked up and he took in a big breath.
Yeah, maybe a lengthy conversation with her would give him a much needed attitude
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