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To Love and Protect
Susan Mallery
Follow the lives of these ordinary people as they face life's greatest challenges and triumphs–proving that love and family are the ultimate redemption.Career woman Elizabeth Duncan focused her energy on business rather than on pleasure–except for one special night with Special Agent David Logan, who disappeared on a secret assignment after their brief but sweet encounter.Five years later, while on assignment in Russia, David was shocked when Elizabeth walked back into his life. Nothing had changed between them…except that Elizabeth–and her newly adopted baby, Natasha–were now in danger. David felt he had to protect them. Could he convince Elizabeth that he wanted to watch over her permanently?
As David Logan investigates a black-market baby ring in Russia, he’s reunited with the woman he regretted leaving behind years ago…
Elizabeth Duncan had finally made it to Russia.
David knew her visit had nothing to do with him—they hadn’t been in contact since they’d parted company the evening he’d flown to Moscow. Still, he’d come to this embassy party in hopes of catching a glimpse of her. Maybe more than a glimpse…
He looked across the room and caught a view of a beautiful redhead in a black gown. The slender straps holding up the dress offered possibilities. He began walking toward her.
“Liz?”
She turned slowly, teasing him first with her profile and then with her whole, incredible face. Those large green eyes and full lips. Heat sizzled between them.
“David Logan,” she said, her voice exactly as he remembered. “I wondered if I’d run into you here.”
She’d thought of him…and the news pleased him more than it should have.
SUSAN MALLERY
is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than ninety romances. Her combination of humor, emotion and just-plain-sexy has made her a reader favorite. Susan makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her handsome husband and possibly the world’s cutest dog. Visit her Web site at www.SusanMallery.com.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
To Love and Protect
Susan Mallery
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Because birthright has its privileges and family ties run deep.
One night sealed their passion, then divided them. Could fate—and an adorable baby girl—reunite them?
David Logan: Though they couldn’t be together, David never forgot Elizabeth and the fierce emotions she aroused in him. Five years later, while on assignment in Russia, he saw her and his heart stopped. This time she needed his help, and he was determined not to let her disappear again!
Elizabeth Duncan: She would do anything to protect her little girl, even enlist the aid of the special agent who’d broken her heart years ago. While she couldn’t admit all he’d meant to her, she was grateful…and more drawn to him than ever. Did she dare hope that the three of them would become a family?
The Portland pot is brewing: Behind the scenes, one troubled person pulls strings and creates dangers that no one could have imagined….
Because birthright has its privileges and family ties run deep.
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
One
“I need a man with good hands,” Liz Duncan murmured to herself as she studied the sketch, then the beautiful blond female model she’d hired for the afternoon.
“Don’t we all?” Marguerite said as she adjusted the baby she held, then tossed her long hair back over her shoulder. “That’s why they wrote a song about it.”
Liz tilted her head. Something about the scene wasn’t right. The proportion, she thought. With a man holding the baby, the image would be more powerful and evocative. Marguerite’s fingers were too delicate, her palms too narrow.
“A song about what?” Liz asked absently.
“Slow hands, honey. Get with the program. If you’re going to get a man, get a good one. Make sure he knows what he’s doing.”
Liz glanced at the tall, slender nineteen-year-old. “I’m talking about work.”
“I’m not.”
“You never are.” Liz flipped through her sketches, then shook her head. “You can put her down. We’re done.”
“Sure, boss.” She carefully placed the sleeping baby back into the bassinet and lightly touched her cheek. “Thanks for the good time, kid.” She looked at Liz. “You really done with me?”
“Sure. I’ll let the agency know I changed my mind about the assignment, not that you didn’t work out.”
“I appreciate that.”
Marguerite collected her large tote bag and walked out of the room. Liz crossed to the bassinet and stared at the sleeping baby. The infant’s tiny features stirred her heart.
“I wouldn’t mind taking you home with me, little one,” she murmured. “Too bad this is all about work.”
After wheeling the baby back to the nursery, Liz wandered the halls of Children’s Connection, the nonprofit adoption and fertility center that had hired her to do the artwork for its new brochure. She’d been on manhunts before, but never in connection with her work.
“I should give myself hazard duty pay,” she murmured as she rounded a corner and began checking out offices.
She found nine women, three guys over the age of fifty, a hunky guy about thirty, but no strong, masculine types with great hands. Her vision for the brochure was clear—someone holding a baby. At first she’d thought that someone should be a woman, but now she knew better.
She headed toward the exit, thinking the Portland General Hospital next door might be a better source. Maybe she could find an intern or resident to take pity on her. If her luck held, her baby model would continue to nap peacefully. If she could just—
A man reached the front door the same time she did. He pulled the door open and waited politely for her to exit first. Liz stumbled to a stop as she studied his strong fingers and broad palms. His hands looked more than capable—they looked safe. She could see them cradling the baby, offering shelter and security and the perfect resting place for a tired, trusting infant.
“Change your mind?” the man asked.
“Huh?” Liz blinked at him, then realized he was still holding open the door. Was he leaving?
“Wait! You can’t go.” Without thinking, she grabbed the sleeve of his leather jacket. “Are you leaving? Do you have a few minutes? Okay, maybe an hour, but no longer. The baby is going to wake up after that. But I’ve got at least an hour, if you do.”
As she spoke, she looked from the man’s hands to his face. He was young, maybe in his mid-twenties. Handsome. Confident. Intriguing. Brown eyes regarded her quizzically while a firm, sensual mouth curved up slightly at the corners.
“What?” she asked, aware that she might not have made as much sense as she could have.
“I’m debating between deranged and charming,” he told her.
She released his jacket. “I suggest charming. It’s more flattering and accurate. I’m occasionally temperamental but almost never crazy. You should hear me out.”
“Fair enough.” He released the door and stepped back.
As he tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, Liz became aware of a subtle tension crackling between them. Not a surprise, she thought ruefully. Dark-haired guys with broad shoulders were totally her type. Combine that with an air of mystery and an easy disposition and she was almost always open to the possibilities.
“Elizabeth Duncan,” she said, holding out her hand. “Liz. I’m a commercial illustrator hired by Children’s Connection to do some artwork for their new brochure. If they love my design enough, they’ll start using it on letterhead and publicity materials.”
“David Logan.” His hand engulfed hers. “I can draw a stick figure that would make you green with envy.”
She chuckled even as she ignored the slightly crooked, very charming tilt to his smile and the way the warmth from his fingers made her want to purr. She was on a schedule, not just because of her deadline but because her other model—the baby—wouldn’t sleep forever.
“So here’s the thing,” she said. “I have approval for my idea, which was a woman holding a sleeping baby. The drawing focuses on the baby, so we only see the woman’s forearms and hands. But when I did a preliminary sketch, it looked all wrong.” She tried to look as innocent as possible. “I need a man instead.”
One eyebrow rose. “Of course you do.”
“I’m serious. You have great hands. The baby is asleep, so all you have to do is hold her. It’s maybe an hour out of your life. Just think, if the people in charge love my design, your hands could be famous. That would have to help with women.”
He chuckled. “What makes you think I need help?”
She had a feeling he didn’t at all. “Okay, fine. It will give you an edge.”
He pulled his hands out of his pockets and glanced at his watch. “Just an hour?”
“I swear. I work fast.”
Twenty minutes later David Logan had to concede that Liz was nothing if not determined. She’d collected a sleeping baby from the nursery and brought both of them to a small, empty office with a huge south-facing window. Sunlight poured in—a rare thing for a mid-October day in Portland, Oregon.
“The light’s great in here,” she said as she slipped off her worn suede jacket. “It’s also quiet so we won’t be disturbed.”
She fussed with the leather executive chair, moving it around until she was happy with the placement. David watched her work, admiring both her ability to focus and the way the light turned her long, wavy auburn hair first gold then red then back to gold.
Liz was beautiful in a fiery, explosive kind of way. Petite, yet curvy, she wore her black jeans skintight and her dark green shirt unbuttoned far enough to show the lace of her bra. Silver earrings dangled nearly to her shoulders.
