Alex watched her jump when he opened the door, her mouth opening in a quick exclamation of surprise.
She looked the same, yet so different. Her mass of chestnut curls was pulled back in a loose clip, and she needed no makeup to enhance those big sapphire eyes.
Her body had changed. Her breasts under the lightweight sweater were a little fuller, as were her hips. No doubt the changes lingered from giving birth to her son, but they didnâ€™t stop the sudden, hot urge to feel her body under his.
If anything, his want was intensified. The lean girl was gone, and in her place was a woman with a body to make a man want to come home at night.
He stepped back, giving her room to enter and close the door. It was only then he realized she was watching him as well. In his pajamas, probably still coated with the sweat of his nightmare, he guessed he probably made an interesting picture.
Alex watched Grace stare at his body, but he didnâ€™t let it get to him. She wasnâ€™t here to play. And she looked like hell.
â€śTo what do I owe this pleasure, Grace?â€ť he asked. He made sure the words were slow and lazy, but the back of his neck tingled in warning.
That was fear in her eyes. The list of things that scared Grace Nolan was pretty damn short, and he sure as hell wasnâ€™t on it. So what was?
â€śWhat are you doing in Key West?â€ť she asked. Stallingâ€”gearing herself up for something.
Instead of moving toward her, trying to intimidate her as heâ€™d done in the past, he stepped back. He might need some room. For what, he didnâ€™t know, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.
â€śJust a job,â€ť he said. â€śItâ€™s me, remember? The guy who doesnâ€™t know how not to work?â€ť
â€śDevlin told you I was coming?â€ť
Alex nodded, hating the lie even more when looking her in the eye. â€śBut not why.â€ť
She took a deep breath, and he noted the slight hitch. â€śI need to knowâ€¦I needâ€”â€ť
Damn. Alex rested his hand on his hip, closer to the Glock tucked at the small of his back. This woman never needed anything, especially from him. But todayâ€¦something was very wrong.
He blinked. Her arm moved. He blinked again, and found himself staring straight down the barrel of her Sig .38.
â€śI need you to get dressed and come with me, Alex.â€ť
He spent a few seconds eyeing the barrel of the gun while he slow-breathed his pulse rate down.
What the hell was Grace into? And who was she into it with? She was supposed to be doing boring-as-hell computer support for the feds, not kidnapping people at gunpoint.
He shifted his gaze to her eyes, and he found no give there. No doubt about it. He either had to pack a bag or incapacitate her.
â€śI want you to untie that drawstring and let your pants fall to the floor.â€ť
â€śInteresting foreplay technique, sweetheart. New since last time we were together, isnâ€™t it? A little rough is one thing, but thisâ€¦â€ť
â€śLet the pants drop, Alex. And let the Glock go with them.â€ť She knew him well, but he knew her, too. Oh, she sounded cool enough, but he saw the flush on her neck. Saw her nipples harden under the light sweater.
And felt the hot rush of victory. Game over.
With slow, deliberate ease Alex pulled the ends of the drawstrings loose. Wait for it.
He ran his thumbs around the front of the waistband, loosening it, and the weight of the Glock drew the silk fabric low on his hips.
Graceâ€™s eyes slid down to his groin.
He dove, launching himself at her midsection. He heard the air whoosh from her lungs as he swept his arm up and sent the Sig clattering to the opposite side of the room.
He managed to slip his hand under her head before it bounced off the floor. Grace was pinned under his body, and he squeezed his thighs together just in time to block her jabbing knee.
The Glock had slipped down into the leg of the pajamas now bound uncomfortably around his thighs, but he didnâ€™t need it. Didnâ€™t want it. Heâ€™d shot her once, years ago, and she probably still hadnâ€™t forgiven him for it. He hoped never to have to do it again.
He grabbed Graceâ€™s wrists and raised them over her head, stretching her body beneath him.
â€śTell me what this is about, Grace.â€ť
â€śGet off me,â€ť she growled.
Alex saw the muscles in her neck tighten, and barely managed to dodge what would have been a nose-breaking head butt.
â€śEnough, or Iâ€™ll put your ass to sleep for a while.â€ť
Grace stilled. Sheâ€™d known him for yearsâ€”long enough to know he never made idle threats. Staring up at him with those blue eyes, she trembled under him.
â€śTalk to me,â€ť he said in a softer tone. He had never seen this woman desperate. But she was desperate now.
â€śI need you to come with me. Please donâ€™t ask me why. Please.â€ť
â€śI will go with you,â€ť he promised. This woman who owned a piece of his soul was on the edge, and he sure as hell wasnâ€™t going to let her go over alone. â€śIâ€™ll go with you, sweetheart. But you do need to tell me why. And why the gun?â€ť
Her throat worked hard to swallow and her eyes flooded with tears. Against his own skin he felt her stomach muscles spasm.
â€śWhat the hell?â€ť He lifted himself from her and she curled into a ball, sobs making her entire body shake. He swore viciously. â€śWhatâ€™s the matter with you?â€ť
He stood, letting the Glock slip through his pant leg to the floor, and refastening the drawstring at his waist. Then he dragged her to her feet. â€śGrace, dammit, talk to me now!â€ť
She collapsed against him, and fear pumped adrenaline through his body. He held her for a second, then grabbed her chin in his hands, forcing her to look up him.
Her teeth chattered, and her body shuddered hard. â€śThey took my son, Alex.â€ť
“72 HOURS is jam-packed with thrilling suspense, ultimate betrayal, and incredible passion. Author Shannon Stacey had me hooked from page one and I could not put this book down until the last words were read. The whodunit factor was very fascinating. I never quite knew who the villain was until the conclusion. The person who I had pegged was not the malevolent rogue, which totally threw me for a loop. In addition to the powerful suspense factor, this novel also contained sensational sexual interactions between Grace and Alex. Their intensely passionate encounters went from hot to scorching in a flash and remained in a blazing nature until the end. 72 HOURS is a well-formed story that I would highly recommend to anyone who enjoys romantic suspense. I’ll definitely be on the look out for future novels by Ms. Stacey.” — 5 Blue Ribbons from Contessa of Romance Junkies
“Shannon Stacey has written a fast-paced story that will keep its reader interested from the minute the book is picked up. The suspense is real, as is the romance, and it even gets quite hot. I thought this book was fantastic and was almost disappointed when it came to an end. There was no part where I didn’t suspend disbelief and I liked the interaction between all characters. My very slight complaint, and it is slight, is that I didn’t think some of the dialogue during a sex scene suited the scene (and I’m not generally averse to it if it is suitable to the characters and script).”
“Overall I would recommend 72 HOURS to anyone who enjoys romantic suspense and especially for those who like a good fast read. I didn’t stop reading once I started, and I look forward to more from this author (hopefully she will make the Devlin Group a series).” — 5 Kisses from Michelle of Romance Divas
“I could not stop reading 72 HOURS for a single moment, I read it straight through and then wanted to immediately read it all over again. 72 HOURS took me on one escapade after another, with each turn getting better and better. The journey to forgiveness on both Grace and Alex’s parts was wrought with pain, trials and a thick mixture of other emotions. Grace’s fear when she discovers her child has been taken is palpable and it flows over into her nervousness at meeting Alex again, followed swiftly by a plethora of other emotions running gambit through the story. There is never a dull moment even after Danny is found. I would definitely recommend 72 HOURS to anyone, in fact I already have. As a fan of Shannon Stacey’s previous works, I was not in the least bit let down with her foray into this new genre; in fact, she surpassed my expectations and left me breathless and anticipating her next release.” — Cerise, Joyfully Reviewed
“I adored this book. Ms. Stacey’s writer’s voice is extraordinary; I easily understood everything about her unique and thrilling plot even though it was intricate and complicated. The characters in this book are so sharp and animated; they step off the pages and come alive. As long as they’ve known each other, Alex and Grace each shock each other with the staggering magnitude of the secrets they’ve managed to keep from each other. The action is non-stop when they team up, just like old times, to pull off the spy mission, after which Alex and Grace revert to their old way of working off that adrenaline rush. It makes you wonder how they ever stayed apart because they are so hot together it wouldn’t be possible to get sex like that anywhere else. Then the action is full speed again when they risk everything to rescue their son. This book is fast paced and exciting, whether from the sexual tension or the suspenseful tension, it doesn’t matter. Both make 72 HOURS by Shannon Stacey an exceptional read.” — 5 Hearts from Karen H. of The Romance Studio
“Shannon Stacey has mastered the art of writing exciting stories that grab your attention immediately and don’t let go until the very end. Whether it’s the depth of emotion experienced by her characters or the intensely erotic love scenes, your heart will pound and your breath will catch in your throat. Watching Alex and Grace struggle to understand their past in order for them to have a future together was both beautiful and agonizing at the same time. The action exploded off the pages of this book and the unspoken emotions and commitments between Alex, Grace and the rest of their team had me captivated. 72 HOURS is by far one of the best books that I have read in quite a while and I strongly recommend reading it. You’ll be glad you did.” — Kerin, Euro-Reviews