Sentinel: Bravo Bear: (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (The Agency Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

room, stopping just shy of entering the ring of light near Maddy. “That means don’t attack! You obviously read the letter.”
    “You could be someone else,” her dad said, moving to interpose himself between the newcomer and her.
    “I could, but I’m not.”
    “Show yourself then,” she said, speaking at last.
    The man jerked as if stung when he saw her huddled in the corner. The confidence that had seemed to exude dissipated swiftly as he looked at her.
    Maddy stared back, trying to understand what was going on. He stepped forward, and she gasped.
    Those eyes! She knew those eyes anywhere. Her voice was angry as she stood up straight.
    “You!”
     

Chapter Three
    Connor
    Oh shit.
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
    This was not happening. It couldn’t be. The level of coincidence for this to be real was beyond belief.
    “Pinch me,” he said softly as Charlie walked inside, leaving Delta to guard the hallway. They were back on a mission, so it was back to codenames. His balaclava was rolled up onto his head to put the target at ease, but the moment they left the room it was coming back down. He felt exposed.
    “What?” Charlie hissed.
    “Fucking pinch me,” he said, then growled in irritation as Charlie smacked him over the back of the head. “I see your language skills are deteriorating as fast as your intelligence.”
    Charlie only smirked.
    “Hey,” the woman said sharply, seeming to recover her composure a bit. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”
    “Madison, calm down,” the target—her father? He wasn’t sure—said. “These are friends.”
    The woman, Madison, snorted. “Sure they are, Dad. Explain to me then why this is the same creepy man who was staring me down earlier today?”
    Uh-oh.
    The father spun to face Connor, and he could see the anger in his eyes. “Is this true?”
    Think fast Connor, think very fast!
    The whole situation was going sideways the longer it went on.
    “Uh, our intel had pictures of her, sir,” he explained. “I was just shocked to see her on the street as we were getting ready, that’s all.”
    It was a lame excuse, they all knew it. But the father didn’t argue the point any further; he knew what was at stake. So when he stood up straight, relaxing his threatening manner, Connor breathed a sigh of relief.
    “You got our letter, then?” he asked, pointing at the envelope clutched by Madison.
    Madison. What a lovely name.
    “Letter? What letter?” she asked, then sheepishly looked down as Connor pointed.
    “I’ll get the bags,” the father said, moving swiftly down the hallway.
    “What the hell is going on?” Madison asked, stepping forward to confront him. “What bags? Why are you here, and why are you dressed like... like... spies?!”
    Connor opened his mouth, but then closed it as Charlie elbowed him hard in the side.
    He didn’t know what to do. Despite his earlier lie, their intel hadn’t mentioned a daughter at all. She wasn’t a shifter though. Should he take her? Their arrangement was for one only, not two. He couldn’t leave her behind though, could he? Connor knew that’s what he should do. The tactical side of him was ruthless though—it had no compassion. Connor simply stared at her, not speaking, until the father reappeared.
    “You don’t seem very shocked by this,” he said to the father. He already knew the daughter’s name; he didn’t want to know this man’s name.
    You are so fucked.
    I know.
    Shaking his head, he focused back on the present.
    “Several of my friends have gone missing,” the man explained. “All of them shifters. I packed these a while ago, just in case we needed to make a run for it. Here,” he said, giving one to Madison.
    “No,” Charlie said, stepping forward. “We’re only here for you, sir,” he said firmly.
    The father looked at Connor.
    He grimaced and nodded.
    “Fine, leave then,” the man said. “I’m not going without her.”
    “Going where , Dad? Will somebody please tell me what