Spy Girl (Spy Girl #1)

And I know what that means.

My heart races—adrenaline pumping through me.

I react immediately by leaping on top of him and knocking him to the deck just as a bullet hits one of the yachts behind us, quickly followed by the sound of a gun’s retort.

The weapon is silenced but still makes a sound that you can’t miss.

I know it won’t take long for the shooter to align the next shot.

I grab the Prince around the waist and quickly roll us back off the dock and into the water. Based on the trajectory of the shot, the shooter is higher than us and that puts us at a big disadvantage.

Another shot hits the dock right where we were just lying and whizzes into the water.

I grab the Prince and pull him toward a boat, so we can use it as cover. Although a shot to one of the boat’s fuel cells could cause us a lot of damage, I try not to think about that. Staying in the darkened water and with our heads low, I drag the Prince to safety.

The reporters scream. The Prince’s guards yell for them to take cover while shouting orders to each other. They radio for backup and send men to search for the shooter.

But another shot rings out. This one hits the water where we rolled in, but is not close to where we are now.

I take a deep breath. I just saved the Prince.

Again.

What I need to do right now is capture the shooter and interrogate him, but it would probably look a tad suspicious if I took off running.

Maybe the guards will find and arrest him.

In the meantime, I need to keep the handsome man in front of me safe.

“We almost got shot,” he states numbly.

“Yes, I think someone just tried to kill you again,” I whisper. “Let’s climb up onto this boat.” I point at the ladder on a small yacht. The boat is dark and appears to be empty. I lost my clutch and shoes earlier. No way to get in touch with Ari for back up.

“You’re shivering,” the Prince says, wrapping his arms around me.

“So are you. It’s the adrenaline rush. We’re coming down. And we’re wet.”

He holds me close. “Did you just save my life again?”

“Maybe.”

“How did you know?”

Before I can answer, twenty guards board the yacht, and I’m pulled away from the Prince.

“Stop it,” he tells them. “Let her go.”

“Your Highness, you narrowly escaped another assassination attempt.”

“Only because she jumped on me.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little convenient?”

“I’d say so, otherwise I’d be dead. No thanks to you lot.”

“How did she know a shot was about to be fired, when your elite force did not?”

They all turn to me in question.

“There was a little red dot.” I point to a spot on my own forehead.

“And you just happened to know that red light was from the scope of a sniper’s rifle?”

“I like action movies. I just reacted.” I shrug and try to look bewildered by it all.

The Prince marches through the guards and takes my face in his hands.

“Thank you.” He shows his gratitude by giving me another sweet but epic kiss. Then he wraps an arm around me and turns to the guards. “You should be out looking for the shooter.”

“We are, sir.”

“Then get us home.”





Once at the castle and in the privacy of his bedroom, Lorenzo pulls me into a frantic kiss, then we strip each other out of our cold, wet clothes. We’re naked and tightly pressed against each other, the heat warming us both.

It’s clear that he wants to sleep with me.

And my body is responding in like.

He runs his mouth up my neck and says, “I greatly desire you.”

And I desire him too. I’m attracted to him. Sleeping with him would be good for my mission. So what’s stopping me?

I close my eyes, instantly recalling a single dimple and brilliant blue eyes. I take a deep breath. “Lorenzo, I greatly desire you, as well, but I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

His finger circles my nipple. “Why not?”

“Because we’re all pumped up from surviving yet another attack together. I don’t want that to interfere with how wonderful our courtship has been so far.”

“Neither do I, but I think—”

We’re interrupted by a knock on his door. “Prince Lorenzo,” Juan says from the other side. “I’m afraid our national agency and military would like you to attend an emergency meeting. There is talk of calling off the race. Or putting you under house arrest until the threat passes.”

“Do you know how long it will take?” he replies, still clutching me.

“Sorry, I do not.”

Lorenzo reluctantly lets go of me. “Would you like to relax in my quarters until I’m finished? Although I regret that I have no idea when that will be.”