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Protecting the Innocent
Cassie Miles
HER CHILD NEEDED SECURITY…Single mother Anya Bouchard Parrish lived in a guarded institution with her prodigy son who was schooled by elite instructors. Anya never felt more at risk…or more attracted to the handsome businessman who watched her every move. Roman charmed her with his dark brown eyes and seductive smile, but she couldn't help thinking he kept something from her.Roman Alexander had a secret mission: to keep Anya safe. While he functioned as a leader in a corrupt organization, he worked undercover to bring down his colleagues and help Anya and her son escape. Falling in love wasn't in his plans. Now, Roman had a woman and child in his care to complicate matters–which only fueled his determination to protect them.
The thought of losing her scared him.
Damn it, where was she? He had to find her. When he did, there would be no more lies between them. He’d tell her the truth about everything—about Legate, the surveillance and Jeremy’s death.
Amid the pedestrians on the opposite side of the street, he caught a glimpse of white-blond hair. Anya! He dashed across the street toward her.
Though she appeared to be alone, Roman couldn’t be sure. The CIA might have her under surveillance. And there was always the danger that Legate security was watching.
He should have been more subtle in his approach, but he couldn’t hold back. His instinct was to protect her, to gather her up and take her somewhere safe. He touched her arm, reassuring himself that she was real.
When she gazed at him, her blue eyes were watery and confused. “Roman? What are you doing here?”
Dear Harlequin Intrigue Reader,
Temperatures are rising this month at Harlequin Intrigue! So whether our mesmerizing men of action are steaming up their love lives or packing heat in high-stakes situations, July’s lineup is guaranteed to sizzle!
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Enjoy our explosive lineup this month!
Denise O’Sullivan
Senior Editor, Harlequin Intrigue
Protecting the Innocent
Cassie Miles
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Exercise is not a favorite occupation for Denver resident Cassie Miles, but she does try to walk every morning. On one snowy morning, she was “exercising” with a friend in Cherry Creek Mall. They paused to fill out a contest entry form at Neiman Marcus, and her friend won a first-class trip for an afternoon tea at any Neiman Marcus store. They chose San Francisco. This trip provided much of the research for Protecting the Innocent, though neither of these ladies found true love. Room service at the Ritz-Carlton was a great consolation prize.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Roman Alexander—The dashing head administrator at the Legate Corporation think tank leads a dangerous double life.
Anya Bouchard Parrish—After her husband’s death, she seeks the simple pleasures of life. Instead, she finds intrigue and danger.
Charlie Parrish—Anya’s five-year-old son is gifted with genius-level intelligence.
Jeremy Parrish—Anya’s scientist husband died in a suspicious accident. Was it murder?
Fredrick Slater—The head of the Legate Corporation seeks the “greater good” and ignores the consequences.
Dr. Lowell Neville—The company psychiatrist engages in questionable research procedures.
Wade Bouchard—Anya’s idealistic father abandoned the family when she was a child.
Claudette Bouchard—Anya’s brilliant mother is retired from a demanding career as an international consultant.
Jane Coopersmith—The Legate receptionist knows everything about everybody.
To Lesly Pogrew Terrance, a winner.
And, as always, for Rick.
Contents
Prologue
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
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Prologue
Roman Alexander ran alone on the packed sand of the narrow beach. A patina of morning dew coated the surface of his thermal black running suit and dampened his thick black hair. He picked up the pace, churning through the heavy fog off San Francisco Bay, running harder. Exercise without exertion was useless. To build his strength and stamina, he challenged his physical limits.
Changing stride, he ascended the eighty-seven winding stairs up the cliffside to the grounds of the Legate Corporation. At the top, he hit the asphalt footpath, which was exactly five point eight miles in length.
Across the rolling lawn, he could see the outline of the main headquarters, a sprawling gray stone mansion built more than a hundred and twenty years ago on this prime bay-front real estate south of Oakland. When he first came to work here as chief administrator and vice president, he thought of the mansion as a castle. Legate was his realm—one of the foremost think tanks in the nation. Their motto was For The Greater Good. And Roman had believed it. Years ago. Now, those gray stone walls seemed as ominous as the guard towers of a prison.
At Building Fourteen near the front entrance to the gated grounds, he took a detour, slowed his pace to a jog and entered. This squat, ugly structure—little more than a barracks—had always been intended as a temporary headquarters, and tomorrow the physicists and biochemists who worked here would complete their transfer to a large, state-of-the-art permanent facility nearer the mansion.
The sterile white hallway bisecting Building Fourteen was cluttered with packing crates. Many had already made the move.
Roman shoved open the door to an office beside the biochemistry lab. As he expected, Jeremy Parrish was still here, hard at work. He was a good man, a trusted friend. Sitting behind his desk, he scribbled furiously in a spiral notebook.
“Use the laptop,” Roman said.
“Gotta see it on paper first.” Without looking up, Jeremy kept writing.
“Should I instruct the movers to crate you up and carry you across the grounds?” Roman asked.
With a flourish, Jeremy completed his notation. He seemed ill. His complexion had taken on a sickly pale sheen, like the underbelly of a trout.
“You’re working too hard,” Roman said. “You look like hell.”
“No big deal. There’s some kind of flu floating around the lab.”
It was an incredibly vague comment from a respected scientist with a doctorate in biochemistry, a man who regularly dealt with complex viral and bacterial infections.
“Besides,” Jeremy said, “I want to complete this project fast so I can get back to Denver.”
His gaze slid across the cluttered desk to a photograph of his wife, Anya, and their four-year-old son. Roman picked up the framed picture of a healthy toddler and a bashfully smiling woman with long, straight, white-blond hair. He’d always admired Anya. Though she appeared delicate and ephemeral, her blue eyes snapped with intelligence and humor. She was always ready to laugh, always up for a challenge. If she hadn’t married his friend, Roman might have gone after her for himself, giving up his reputation as one of the most eligible bachelors in the Bay Area. “You’re a lucky man, Jeremy.”
“Don’t I know it. I never thought I’d be able to have children. And little Charlie—” He broke off, coughing. “That kid is the light of my life.”
Little Charlie was the primary reason Jeremy had agreed to work at Legate on specialized projects. It was Legate’s discoveries and experimentations that had paved the way for Anya’s successful in vitro fertilization.
When Jeremy coughed again, Roman said, “That sounds bad. You should take some time off.”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Jeremy forced a grin. “Is it possible? Is Roman Alexander, the administrative slave driver, suggesting that one of his scientists take time off?”
Roman grinned back at him. Very few people would dare to smart mouth to him. But his relationship with Jeremy was different. They’d known each other since they were both on the high school track team. Roman achieved a statewide record in the 500 meters that remained unbroken. Jeremy had been a pole vaulter.
“Somebody has to look after you eggheads,” Roman said. “If I didn’t come over here and rattle your test tubes occasionally, you’d forget to eat.”
“I’ll have this project done by the end of the week. Then I’ll have a month, maybe two, in Denver with Anya and Charlie.”
“Or you could book a flight out today,” Roman suggested. “This formula of yours isn’t exactly a world-shattering priority.”
“I beg to differ. This antiseptic cleansing agent will prevent infection, especially in makeshift Third World clinics where—”
“It’s soap, Jeremy.”
“Maybe you’re right. I should go home and get well.” He sat behind his desk. “Right after I finish this last computation. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or so.”
If Roman had a woman like Anya waiting for him, he’d have flown out the door. He waved goodbye to his dedicated friend. “Say hi to Anya and Charlie for me.”
“You bet.”
Roman left the office and dodged around the clutter in the hallway. After this move was complete, he might take a little time off himself. He needed a break, and the sexy lady lawyer he’d been dating had dropped a couple hints about how much she’d enjoy a long weekend of skiing in Squaw Valley.
Outside, the fog had lifted only slightly. The promise of another dank, dreary day made the sunlit ski slopes with glistening white snow seem even more appealing.
Halfway up the incline toward the mansion, the ground rumbled beneath his custom-made running shoes. An earthquake? Then he heard the explosions.
Building Fourteen shattered in three bursts of red flame. Bits of glass shimmered in the sudden intense heat. Chunks of concrete from the foundation soared then crashed to earth. The wooden frame of the building splintered into matchsticks.
Acting on instinct, Roman charged back toward the lab, toward the door he’d left only moments ago. But there was no door. No building. Only a raging wall of flame. He darted close, but the heat drove him back, stinging his eyes. Harsh black smoke seared his lungs.
He had to get inside the fire. It was his job to take care of these scientists. He wouldn’t let them die. He ducked down and crawled closer.
Crimson embers burned holes in his running suit. Nothing could survive this heat, but he had to try, had to impose his iron will on the force of the explosion.
Someone pulled him back. Dizzy from inhaling the acrid smoke, Roman didn’t have the strength to resist. He sat back on his heels and stared.
Jeremy! God, no! This can’t be.
Chapter One
“This is what Jeremy wanted.” Claudette Bouchard spoke in her usual authoritative tone.
“I know, Mother.” Anya Bouchard Parrish stared down at her hands, folded calmly in her lap as if her heart weren’t racing.
“These were your husband’s instructions.”
Her mother paced in the executive office at the Legate mansion on her birdlike legs. Claudette was a petite, tidy woman—utterly organized, from her color-coordinated pumps to her French twist hairdo.
Next to her mother, Anya always felt like a clumsy giantess though she was only five feet eight inches tall. She pushed a messy wing of blond hair away from her cheek.
Claudette snapped, “Why are you hesitating?”
