Page 1 of Micah

Chapter One

An earlier rain made the deserted street glisten when the streetlight’s glow hit it. Taking a deep breath, she opened the car door and stepped out then closed it quietly. Her gaze quickly traveled up and down the street. The bark of a dog somewhere in the distance was the only sound filling the silence.Of course, it’s the only sound! It’s three thirty in the morning.Anyone with half a brain was home in bed.

She shivered against the chill. It was early fall, and the air temperature already too chilly but since living in Wyoming fulltime, she had become used to it now. She tugged the zipper on her jacket up then pulled the hood up to cover her head and some of her face before running down the street to the house she intended to break into. Stopping in the street, she stared at the home. It was beautiful with its stone front and small porch. An attached double-car garage sat to the right of the porch.

As she started walking up the driveway security lights suddenly came on making her gasp and leap into the shrubs next to the privacy fence. When no one came out after a brief time, she let out a relieved sigh,stepped out, and ran to the back of the house. She sure hoped he didn't have a dog which made her think of her own, Runt. She missed her terribly but thank God, Roni was taking care of Runt while she was away. Slowly, she crept around to the back, opened the gate on the privacy fence, and climbed the steps leading to a deck. The fifteen-pane door didn’t have an unusual lock so she pulled two paperclips from her back pocket and after straightening them she inserted them into the lock and worked them around until she heard the lock open. She turned the knob and entered the dark house. After quietly closing the door, she was about to pull her flashlight from her pocket when a strong arm wrapped around her neck from behind and she felt the pressure of a gun barrel pressing against her temple. She grabbed his arm and tried to speak, but he held it too tight against her throat.

“You picked the wrong fucking house to break into,” his deep voice growled near her ear.

Pulling at his arm, she choked out her words. “Agent Turner, it’s me, Patsy Murphy.”

His arm loosened, but he didn’t let go of her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Patsy dropped her hands and immediately wished she hadn’t when theycame in contact with bare thighs. She let out a gasp.

“Are you naked?”

“Well, excuse the hell out of me for not taking the time to put clothes on when I hear someone breaking into my home.” Micah Turner grasped her elbow in his hand and led her further into the room.

Patsy couldn’t see where Micah was taking her but when he pushed her down into a chair, she assumed it was the living room. He turned a light on, and she quickly placed her hand over her eyes.

“Please, put some clothes on,” she muttered.

“I’ll be right back. This had better be good.”

She spread her fingers to see him walking away and immediately wished she hadn’t. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his tight ass. Who knewthatwas under those suits? Her eyes moved up to his broad shoulders as he walked around a sofa then disappeared down a hallway.

Dropping her hand, Patsy glanced around the room. It was decorated beautifully, but it was also very masculine. A stone fireplace sat between the door she’d opened and a long window. Another recliner sat on the other side of the end table beside the one she sat in. Both chairs faced a large flat-screen TV that sat centered on a tall stand situated between two doorways. To the rightof the chairs sat a mauve sofa, acting as a divider to the hallway.

“So, why did you break into my house?” Micah asked re-entering the room while pulling his T-shirt down over his chest.

She loved how his dark hair almost touched the collar of his shirt. Wasn’t that a little long for an FBI agent? He took a seat on the sofa and stared at her with those gorgeous dark eyes.

“I needed to talk to you,” she said.

“And you couldn’t ring the damn doorbell?”

“I didn’t think you’d let me in. Seeing as how we feel about each other.”

Micah sat forward. “And just how do we feel about each other?”

Patsy shrugged. “I suppose it could be said that we don’t like each other. I know you call mepixie.”

She glared at him and watched his sexy mouth twitch as if to hold back a grin.

“Someone snitched on me, huh? I suppose Mont told Isabella and she couldn’t resist telling you.”

She waved her hand. “It doesn’t matter.”

“So why did you break into my house?” he asked again.

“I told you—”

“I know what you told me. You said you needed to talk to me. About what?”

Micah sat back and she did her best to keep her eyes off his crotch which wasn’t easy considering he was wearing graysweatpants. Soft, clingy sweatpants that left little to the imagination even as his white T-shirt emphasized his pecs. She raised her eyes, and she saw him looking at her. He lifted a black brow, and she blushed to the roots of her blonde hair. The man was too good-looking for her peace of mind.

The first time she saw Agent Micah Turner, she swore her heart had stopped. He came striding into her best friend’s bedroom when Isabella Lofton had summoned him to answer questions about Montgomery Bradford—the man Isabella eventually married but had thought dead for almost a year. Both Mont and Micah were FBI agents and had worked undercover to catch Jonas Barkley, a lifetime criminal who wanted to kill Isabella’s father, the governor of Wyoming. Barton Lofton had put Barkley away for murder. Mont had gone undercover in prison to get close to Barkley. The FBI wanted to get to Barkley’s men, so Mont broke Barkley out of jail with the help of the agency, of course and brought Micah in to help with the case.

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