He's not a medical professional or anything, but he knows that dark blood is bad. Any blood is bad in his book, but dark blood is really bad, so when he pulls his hand away from his stomach (it feels eerily familiar, and he tries not to think about the last time he made the exact same movement), he's relieved to see bright red color ( Read more... )

“Nate, could you help me with this?” Sophie craned her head over her shoulder, spread out on a towel in a bikini that left little to nothing to the imagination. He raised his eyebrows at her over his sunglasses and she wiggled the bottle of sun tan lotion at him. “Please ( Read more... )

“Hardison, look… I need a favor.”

“Girl, anything for you.”

He regretted it as soon as she produced not one, but two very thick photo albums from he didn’t want to know where. But, he still listened when she explained what they were, why she had them, and how she’d gotten them. That didn’t mean he was any more excited about the extensive process ( Read more... )

Eliot grew up on horseback. He loved everything about the stables, the sounds, the smells, the horses. There wasn't much in Kentucky except music, horses, and the Army, and by eighteen, Eliot had taken part in all of them. Aimee hadn't spoken to him in two weeks, and Eliot had been carrying around a ring for longer than that. He'd been planning on ( Read more... )

“Just leave him be. It’s still morning ( Read more... )

She eats when she's upset. It's not such a big deal. She doesn't eat to excess or anything, but she does eat all of Parker's stashed chocolate, and the next time she goes to look for it, it's been moved. So, she moved to cooking, and it worked, for awhile, until she tried to feed some of whatever she'd made to Eliot, and he had told her, “Just stop ( Read more... )

He knew their marriage was doomed to failure the first time she asked him a question about where he'd been and he couldn't give her a completely honest answer. He hedged, and Maggie let it go, and he tried not to think about it. He kept too many secrets, about his work, about who he worked with, about who he chased.

About Sophie.

When Sam got sick, ( Read more... )

Eliot hadn't celebrated his birthday since he left the military - what was the point, as a retrieval specialist and wanted man in multiple countries? He and Sophie had more in common than they'd initially thought. Both of them, when asked when they were born, could think of three other birth dates that they'd used, none of them their own. It was ( Read more... )

“I guess it's not so bad,” Parker crossed her arms and gave Hardison a light bump with her elbow. He looked down at her in confusion, then followed her gaze to see what she was staring so intently at ( Read more... )