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Double Identity
     

Double Identity

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by Annette Broadrick
 

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"LOVE 'EM AND LEAVE 'EM" WAS HIS SPECIALTY...

And that made Jude Crenshaw the perfect man for this assignment. His blond, craggy good looks would make it easy for him to woo innocent, sweet Carina Patterson. The skilled secret agent knew he could secure the information he needed before anyone got hurt.

FALLING IN LOVE WAS NOT ON THE AGENDA

Somehow

Overview

"LOVE 'EM AND LEAVE 'EM" WAS HIS SPECIALTY...

And that made Jude Crenshaw the perfect man for this assignment. His blond, craggy good looks would make it easy for him to woo innocent, sweet Carina Patterson. The skilled secret agent knew he could secure the information he needed before anyone got hurt.

FALLING IN LOVE WAS NOT ON THE AGENDA

Somehow lovely Carina had shaken him right down to his boots. Now, doing his job meant betraying her trust, risking her heart, maybe destroying her family. But the one thing he couldn't do was walk away....

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426876950
Publisher:
Silhouette Desire
Publication date:
09/01/2010
Series:
Crenshaws of Texas , #1646
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
192
Sales rank:
243,685
File size:
416 KB

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Double Identity


By Annette Broadrick

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2005 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-76646-7


Chapter One

Jude Crenshaw's phone rang at seven o'clock, waking him from a deep, exhausted sleep at his condo in Fort Meade, Maryland. He fumbled for the phone without opening his eyes.

"Crenshaw," he mumbled.

"This is Ms. Kincaid's office calling. One moment, please." He was put on hold. Kincaid was his supervisor at the National Security Agency.

Jude had worked for the agency for the past four years. He'd been hired as a civilian after leaving the army, where he'd been in Special Ops. He had been in the field until six months ago when he'd been promoted to a supervisory position.

He couldn't imagine why Jackie Kincaid would be calling him at home at this time of morning. He sat up, rubbed his hand over his face and swung his legs to the floor.

"Jude? Jackie. Sorry to bother you so early. I tried to reach you yesterday, but you must have been incommunicado. I couldn't get my calls to go through on your cell phone so I could leave a message."

"I've been on the west coast for the past two weeks. Got home in the wee hours this morning."

"I know you're on vacation this week but something's come up here that needs your presence."

"Staff problems?"

"Nothing like that. We need you at an interdepartmental meeting at nine."

He frowned. "What department?"

"DEA."

"You're kidding me."

"Nope. Do you think you can get here by that time?"

Jude yawned and said, "Sure. No problem."

"Great. See you then."

Jude stood and stretched. His body was still on Pacific Standard Time, which meant he was having to function at four in the morning.

He went into his kitchen and made a pot of coffee that would be ready by the time he finished his shower. In the bathroom, his bleary-eyed gaze looked back at him from the mirror.

He needed a haircut.

He'd been out in the sun quite a bit while in southern California, so that his skin was deeply tanned and his blond hair lighter than usual.

Jude showered and shaved, dressed and returned to the kitchen for his caffeine fix. After his first cup, he filled a thermos cup with the rest of the coffee to drink on the way to work and went into the garage where he kept his baby.

His two-seater late-model Porsche spent more time in the garage than out on the road. He'd been looking forward to a few days off so he could take her out, wind her up and put her through her paces. The car was the love of his life, and why not? She was always waiting at home when he got there, never complained about the hours he kept, didn't demand attention and didn't eat him out of house and home while he was away.

He hit the garage-door button as he stepped through the door and slid behind the wheel. When he turned on the engine, he smiled at the whisper of sound. She was purring for him.

Jude drove to the NSA office complex sipping on his coffee, determined not to let the rush-hour traffic disturb him. Once there, he went to his office, checked his mail and headed down the hall to Kincaid's office.

He stopped at the desk of Kincaid's assistant, who looked up from opening the morning mail and saw him.

"Welcome back, Blue Eyes," Justine said, her expression mischievous. "I like the tan. Wish I had nothing better to do than lie around on a beach all day soaking up some rays."

He lifted one eyebrow and said, "Yeah, me, too. I have an appointment with Jackie."

"Go right in. Mm-mm. I swear, that tan shows you off quite nicely. You probably have to fight off all the women you meet."

He shook his head and grinned. "Not so's you'd notice."

Justine was in her midthirties, happily married with three young daughters. She'd teased him ever since she'd met him that he'd be her pick for a son-in-law if he'd only wait to find a bride until her daughters were grown.

He tapped on Jackie's door and walked inside.

Three men and a woman sat in front of Jackie's desk. They turned to look at him, their faces grim.

One of the men stood and turned to face Jude.

He looked to be in his late forties, possibly early fifties, with thick dark hair liberally sprinkled with gray. The man looked trim, probably worked out several times each week. His eyes missed nothing about Jude and Jude caught himself before he polished his shoe on the back of his pants leg.

"Jude, this is Sam Watson from the Drug Enforcement Agency. With him are three of his agents: John Greene, Hal Pennington and Ruth Littlefield." The agents stood and Jude shook hands with each of them.

"Now that we're all here, let's go into the conference room where we'll have a little more room," Jackie said, and led the way out of her office.

Once they were seated around the conference table, Jackie said, "Sam, I'll let you explain to Jude why you wanted to see him."

Watson smiled, transforming his craggy face, and Jude decided that the man was younger than he appeared at first glance.

"Thanks, Jackie," Watson replied. He turned to Jude. "I have a major problem with my San Antonio office at the moment. One of my men was killed last week and we have reason to believe that another agent was responsible."

Jude straightened. "Damn. That's really tough." He glanced at the other agents. "You've got to trust the man who's got your back."

If possible, they looked even grimmer as each one nodded.

"I need to get someone down there who I can trust and who can go undercover for us. In my search, I came across your file. You've worked covert operations for several years."

"That's true."

"And you're from Texas."

Jude grinned. "Can't deny that, either."

"I also found out that your family is well-known in Texas."

"Well, there's a lot of us there, I'll admit."

"You would be ideal for what I want to do."

Jude nodded and waited.

(Continues...)



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Meet the Author




Annette Broadrick was an only child until the middle of her 16th year when her sister was born. Her mother read to her until she read to herself. From that time on, books became her closest companions and teachers.

She married immediately after high school graduation in the middle of her 18th year. Twelve months later she had her first son. She ended up having four sons in seven years. People with children do not need to explain what their life was like for the next 20 years. Those people without children do not want to hear about it.

Early on, she became a secretary to supplement the family income. Eventually she became a legal secretary and for 25 years she worked for attorneys in Arizona, Texas, Illinois, and Oregon.

Her love of books followed her throughout her career as a mother and a secretary. By the time her youngest son graduated from high school she decided to write a book of her own.

After writing in a spiral notebook for six months, she rented a typewriter and rewrote the book, showed it to a creative writing teacher, who was also a friend, listened to her critique and rewrote her story. Next she showed it to another avid romance reader and carefully listened to her critique. She rewrote her story once again.

Next she mailed the manuscript to the Silhouette office in New York. Two months later she received a phone call asking if she'd be willing to do extensive revisions, including cutting one hundred pages. She said yes. This was in January 1984. By the time the book, Circumstantial Evidence, came out in November of that year, she had sold a total of six books.

Since October 1984 Annette has supported herself with her writing. Her career as a published author has also supported her reading habit and in the past five years she has managed to establish a quiet life in the Hill Country of central Texas that soothes as well as stimulates her.

She recently completed her 51st novel and is currently working on two others. Annette hopes to continue writing the kind of books that readers enjoy.

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