- Publisher: Entangled Publishing
- Editor: Brenda Chin
- Available in: ebook
- Published: September 24, 2018
Quinn Sutherland, second in command of the Tribe, a group of powerful telepaths, has always been certain of who and what he is—one of the good guys. All he wants is to keep his friends safe—no easy feat when everyone in the world is after them. While on a rescue mission, he meets a mysterious FBI agent, who appears to know a lot about them, and seems to want the same thing he does. But her assignment could literally mean the death of him…
When Melody Lyons is inducted into the Federation’s elite Bureau of Time Management, it’s the pinnacle of her ambitions. When she’s sent back to the twenty-first century to eliminate a group of rogue time travelers, she never guesses she’ll fall for a man who died two thousand years ago… Quinn awakens emotions she hadn’t known existed, and for the first time, her loyalties are tested.
The key scraped in the lock and she straightened. How should she play this? Be cool. She was an FBI agent.
She wiped the expression from her face as the door opened and the guy from the prison entered. Christ, he was gorgeous. All long and lean, with those piercing blue eyes. And since when had she noticed any suspect’s eyes? His hair was glossy and black, quite long, so it almost touched his shoulders. As she watched, he pushed it back from his forehead in a restless gesture. He’d changed his clothes and wore jeans and a black T-shirt that clung to his broad chest and wide shoulders. She wasn’t used to seeing so many muscles on a man—where she came from, they tended to use brains rather than brawn. But there was certainly something to be said for the latter. He’d be hard and… She shook her head. What the hell had gotten in to her? Anyway, he looked more comfortable in the casual clothes than he had in a suit. And he wasn’t armed, as far as she could tell.
He was returning her scrutiny.
Did he like what he saw?
What was the matter with her?
Maybe there was something in the air here. Or perhaps she needed her hormone levels checked when she got back. She was aware that the job could knock them out of balance.
He carried a tray, and she peered at it suspiciously. Instruments of torture?
“Soup,” he said as though reading her mind. “And bread. I thought you might be hungry.”
The words knocked her off balance. She hadn’t been expecting…kindness. It must have been obvious because he grinned. “What did you think it was? Electric shock treatment?”
He put the tray down on a nearby table, glanced around and then crossed the room, and dragged a chair close to her. He studied her for a moment.
“If I release you so you can eat, are you going to behave?”
What did he expect her to say? No, I’m going to bang you over your head with the nearest blunt object and then escape? “Of course.”
He grinned and immediately looked years younger. He reached behind him and pulled the taser from where it was tucked into the back of his pants. “I even charged it up.”
“Then I’m definitely going to behave.”
“Good.” He replaced the weapon and pulled a key from his pocket, then crouched down in front of her, so close she could breathe in the male smell of him. It was so different from what she was used to–the faintest hint of soap and fresh sweat. It occurred to her that she might be able to take him now. She’d wait until she was free, punch him hard, grab the weapon… At that moment, he glanced up and stared straight into her face. This close, she could see the black circles around the blue of his eyes.
“Don’t try it,” he said.
She sniffed. “Try what?”
He unlocked the cuffs, then shoved them in his pocket. Mel rubbed her wrists as he straightened, picked up the tray, and placed it on her lap. “Eat.”
Her stomach rumbled. She lowered her head and inhaled. Some sort of vegetable, thank God. She didn’t eat meat. Just the thought of it… She ignored him as she ate, spooning the soup into her mouth. It was good. And the bread was warm. She ate until the tray was empty then sipped on the glass of water. “Thank you.”
He was seated in the chair across from her, his long legs stretched out, eyes half closed as he watched her, and she shifted, suddenly uncomfortable.
He got up, took the tray from her and placed it on the table. When he came back, he stood in front of her for a moment, just staring. A frown formed between the black slash of his brows and he gave a small shake of his head.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I’ve told you who I am. Special Agent Melody Lyons of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
He sank down into the chair behind him, resting his forearms on his thighs as he studied her some more, head cocked to one side.
“Do you plan to kill me, Mr…?”
“Sutherland. Quinn Sutherland.”
She checked the name against her databases but found no record of him. Which didn’t surprise her. “Well, Mr. Sutherland?” she prompted.
“Call me Quinn and I’ll call you…Mel and no, I don’t plan to kill you. You might not believe it, but we’re not the bad guys here.”
She quirked her brow. “So, what do you plan on doing with me?”