What the Bride Didn't Know by Kelly Hunter - Romance>Contemporary
Shh...it's a secret!
Special ops expert Trig Sinclair is a man's man, and that means he knows the cardinal rule of the bro code--no matter how dynamite Lena West is, as his best friend's younger sister, she's strictly off-limits!
But when a secret mission to Istanbul sees Lena and Trig pretending to be married (and sharing a bed!), he finds himself in a whole new world of sweet torture.... But if Trig thinks playing the honor-bound hero is tough, it's got nothing on how Lena feels when she discovers what her "groom" is really hiding....
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It wasn't easy being green. Green being the colour of envy. Envy being the emotion Lena owned when she saw others walking around effortlessly and without pain. She tried to keep her resentments in check, but envy had powerful friends like self-pity and unfocused anger and when they came to play, Lena's bright-side surrendered with barely a murmur. Being gut shot nineteen months ago had brought out the worst in her rather than the best.
Focus on the positives, the overworked physio had told her briskly at the start of her rehabilitation.
You can walk.
The physio had tapped the side of Lena's skull next. You're really strong. Up here.
Lena had taken that last comment as a compliment. Right up until the physio had started telling her to back off on the exercises and let her body heal. Lena had ignored her, at which point the physio had started comparing Lena to someone's pet ox.
As in overly stubborn and none too bright.
It didn't help that the other woman might possibly have been right.
Still, stubbornness had got her to the airport this morning, and through the airport, and if she sank down into the row of seats next to the boarding gate with a muffled curse and a certain amount of relief, so what?
She'd made it.
Another half an hour and she'd be on a plane bound for Istanbul and when she got there she was going to find Jared, her wayward brother, and haul him home in time for Christmas. She could do this. Was doing this.
Didn't matter that she was doing it one step at a time.
Lena closed her eyes and rubbed at her face, putting the heels of her hands to her eye sockets and rolling them in slow circles, and it was hell on mascara but she didn't wear any anyway--her lashes were black enough and thick enough to go without. Her hair was thick and black too, and straight these days, on account of a good cut and a run-in with a hair straightener this morning. The wave would come back next time she washed it, but for now she looked reasonably put together. Less like an invalid and more like a woman on a mission.
Someone took a seat beside her and Lena lowered her hands, cracked a glance and groaned at the sight of her nemesis, Adrian Sinclair, glaring back at her.
Trig was big. As in six feet five and perfectly proportioned. He'd grown into his hands. Grown into the coat-hanger shoulders he'd had at sixteen. Good for him.
Lena had stopped growing at a respectable five-eight. Nothing wrong with medium height. Nothing wrong with medium anything.
'Go away,' she said by way of greeting.
'No,' he said by way of hello. 'I heard you failed your physical.'
Way to rub it in. 'I'll take it again. I've put in for special consideration.'
'You won't get it.'
'You're blocking it?'
'You overestimate my influence,' rumbled Trig.
'No,' she said, cutting him off fast. 'Whatever you're going to say about my current state of well-being, don't. I don't want to hear it.'
'I know you don't, but I am done talking around it.' Trig's jaw tightened. He had a nice jaw. Strong. Square. It provided a much-needed counterpoint to his meltingly pretty brown eyes. 'When are you going to get it through your thick head that you are never going to get your old job back?'
Lena said nothing. Not what she wanted to hear.
'Doesn't mean you can't be equally effective elsewhere,' continued Trig doggedly.
'Behind a desk?'
'Operations control. Halls of power. Could be fun.'
'If it's that much fun, why don't you do it?'
'What do you...
What the Bride Didn't Know
By: Kelly Hunter