Agent U7: Keegan (The D.I.R.E. Agency Series Book 7) Read Online Free

pass. The group stood in the distance, speaking in raised voices. “So, what’s the plan?”
    Mitchell’s voice held a note of frustration. “Your plan, with one caveat.”
    He fell into step beside them. “What’s that?”
    “I want you to keep an eye on Keegan.”
    Clint stopped in his tracks. The last time someone asked him to do that, it didn’t turn out well.
    “I’m a scientist, Mitchell, not a bodyguard.”
    He stopped and turned back to Clint. “I know that. But, I need all of my agents on duty and your lab is back in Nevada. Keegan needs someone with your patience and good judgment.”
    In his opinion, what she needed was a good wallop to her backside.
    “If something happens to her, Saint and Rose will kill me.” Between Saint’s magnetic hands and Jaydan’s super strength, his death would be excruciating at best.
    “Then don’t let anything happen to her.” Mitchell gave him a crooked, half grin. Angela chuckled.
    Clint’s mouth dropped open. “But, I just—”
    Mitchell held up a hand to stop his rant. “Look, I know she’s going to do her own thing. I just want you around to be a voice of reason. Maybe you can make her think twice about taking risks.”
    He knew a sales job when he heard it. Mitchell was putting the responsibility of her safety on Clint’s shoulders. Just like his parents had done when he was a kid. He hadn’t put much thought into it at the time, but now, he knew better. He wasn’t cut out for that sort of thing. That’s why he wanted to marry a woman that would be happy staying at home and raising their kids. The idea of a family appealed to him immensely.
    He just didn’t trust himself to rear them.
    “I’d have to handcuff her to my arm.” Which, considering her sex life, wouldn’t bode well for him.
    Mitchell’s mouth twitched. “It worked for McCall.” He turned to walk away.
    “Keegan and I don’t get along,” he called out.
    Mitchell stopped and looked back at him, his eyes round beneath lowered brows. “Really?”
    Clint shook his head once. “Not at all.”
    He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like he never saw that coming before he gave Clint a confident nod. “You can handle it. I have faith in you.”
    Clint shut his eyes and released a long breath. That’s what his mother had said, too.
    * * *
    “Don’t tell me…”
    Clint walked past Keegan into her hotel room, the clean scent of springy bar soap lingering behind him. Drops of water clung to the ends of his blond hair where it curled against his nape. A navy t-shirt with a rip down the right side stretched tight across his wide shoulders. It hung loose over the waistband of his faded jeans, which fit his firm, muscled backside as if they were custom-made. One black sock and one blue sock covered his average feet as he padded to the curtains and turned around, hands on hips.
    “Yes. Your little outburst cost me babysitting duties.” His blue-grey eyes swirled with irritation, the bands of his shirt sleeves taut around his sculpted biceps.
    Shutting the door, she walked to the edge of the bed and hugged the mahogany post, her gaze taking in the stunning change in his appearance. This was the real Clint Robinson, not the guy in the Calvin Klein suit she’d talked with in the bar.
    She liked what she saw.
    Unfortunately, they stood on opposite sides of the room, at a standoff, rather than rushing to the bed and diving under the covers.
    He’s everything you don’t want, remember?
    True. She definitely didn’t want to sleep with anything remotely similar to Cyrus. He haunted her enough, without comparing him to Clint. Flushing out the old and taking in the new was her mantra. Clint had to go.
    “Well, you’re not staying here, Doctor Robinson.”
    Dropping down in the desk chair, he sat legs wide. “I don’t like this any more than you do, but Mitchell says otherwise, so I’m staying.”
    Back at the D.I.R.E. parking lot, she’d agreed to behave if Natalie and