Under Surveillance

This wasn’t about the Phoenix or an assignment or surveillance

This was only about a woman whose hands clung to him as she trembled beneath him. A woman who whispered his name, even in the throes of her own fulfillment. A woman who matched him movement for movement until they climaxed together, clinging to one another like two lost souls.

Finally the sexual storm passed, leaving John again too drained to move. Only then did he realize that the dynamics of what he’d been sent here to do had been inevitably changed by what had just happened between them. Like it or not, Kelly Lockett was no longer just the sister of the man he had been sent to investigate.

Innocent bystander or in it up to her neck, she was also a woman to whom he had just made love. And he knew that would have an impact on every other decision he’d make during the course of this assignment.

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Under Surveillance

Gayle Wilson

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Five-time RITA® Award finalist and RITA® Award winner Gayle Wilson has written twenty-seven novels and two novellas for Harlequin/Silhouette. She has won more than forty awards and nominations for her work.

Gayle still lives in Alabama, where she was born, with her husband of thirty-three years. She loves to hear from readers. Write to her at P.O. Box 3277, Hueytown, AL 35023. Visit Gayle online at http://suspense.net/gayle-wilson.

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

NSA

AGENT PROFILE

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Kelly Lockett—She had inherited the charitable foundation her dead brother had founded. The only trouble was she had inherited his enemies, as well.

John Edmonds—A former NSA agent, the Phoenix newcomer had wanted a real case, something he could get his teeth into. He hadn’t been prepared for the high society lady who went with it.

Griff Cabot—Griff never expected the minor assignment he’d given the one Phoenix agent he doubted to rock the foundations of Washington and possibly the country.

Catherine Suttle—The ultimate Beltway insider, Catherine knew everybody in D.C. who mattered. Did she hold the key that would unravel the mystery of the secret organization known as The Covenant?

Bertha Reynolds—She had warned Chad Lockett that the charitable foundation he’d built was in trouble, but he hadn’t seemed interested. Had that misjudgment cost him his life?

Mark Daniels—Cast into the role of big brother by Chad’s death, Mark wanted a very different relationship with Kelly. How far was he willing to go to arrange that?

Hugh Donaldson—No one knew more about the dealings of the Legacy than its chief financial officer. The real question was what else he might know.

Leon Clements—The black sheep of a prominent Maryland family, Leon nursed a deep-seated bitterness that might have driven him to desperate measures.

Trevor Holcomb—He had been responsible for the failed security arrangements on the night of the Legacy Auction. Poor planning, or an attempt to carry out a secret agenda?

For Mollie, my son’s wife and the daughter of my heart.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Epilogue

Prologue

It had gotten cramped being in Griff Cabot’s doghouse. And it would come as no surprise to anyone who knew him that John Edmonds didn’t like being there.

“More surveillance,” he said.

It had not been a question, but the man across the desk raised his head, leveling a pair of remarkably piercing eyes at him. “It is your area of expertise,” Griff said.

“Among others.”

John was careful to keep any hint of anger from his voice. He had worked for the National Security Agency for several years, but Cabot was well aware of the other skills he’d brought to this organization. And they both understood why he wasn’t being allowed to use them.

“Surveillance is the one that’s needed on this.”

Griff’s gaze fell back to the paperwork he had been in the process of completing. Perhaps because of his previous position as assistant deputy director of the CIA, Cabot kept meticulous records. Each of his operatives was still extensively debriefed at the end of a mission.

Actually, although the Phoenix was a private concern, it functioned very much like the old External Security Team Griff had run at the agency. John had not been a member of that team, and he’d often wondered if that was part of the problem.

As soon as he’d heard about the work the Phoenix was doing, he had approached Cabot with a request to join. In the beginning he had been utilized on a variety of the wide-ranging cases the group undertook. After he’d helped Elizabeth Richards escape, however, that had no longer been true.

He had clearly understood that he was going against Griff’s wishes when he’d done that. He had felt, however, that helping Elizabeth reach Rafe Sinclair was important enough that he was willing to take whatever punishment his action would bring. He had just never imagined that chastisement would go on this long.

“Any idea how soon I’ll again be allowed to do something beyond surveillance?”

Cabot’s eyes lifted once more, regarding him steadily, but the head of the Phoenix didn’t answer.

“If you want me to quit, Griff,” John said, meeting that cold stare, “just say so.”

“I’m not trying to run you off.”

“Then forgive me for being dense, but what the hell are you trying to do?”

Griff’s lips pursed. When he opened them, he said exactly what John had expected. “I’m trying to determine if you’re capable of following orders. Especially those you don’t like.”

“If I hadn’t helped Elizabeth, Rafe would be dead,” John said patiently. “Would you have preferred that?”

“You believe the end justifies the means.”

“In that situation. Rafe was operating under a handicap no one was aware of. You had given him your word that you wouldn’t interfere. I’d made no such promise. Elizabeth’s argument that Rafe shouldn’t face that kind of danger alone made sense to me. In the end—”

“The salient point,” Cabot interrupted, “is that I’d given my word the Phoenix wouldn’t interfere. It was what Rafe wanted. I’d vowed to honor his wish in exchange for his undertaking a job no one else could have done. You were aware of what I’d promised on behalf of the Phoenix, and yet you chose to disregard it.”

Which was all true, as far as it went. In John’s opinion it didn’t go nearly far enough.

“This isn’t personal, believe me,” Griff went on after a few seconds of awkward silence. “I’m responsible for the people who work for me. I have to know that when I send out an operative, he’ll follow orders.”

“You hadn’t given me any orders. Not concerning Elizabeth.”

“Which is the only reason you’re still here. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I won’t do it again. If you no longer wish to participate in the Phoenix under those conditions, I’ll understand.”

John had been tempted to resign more than once during these past few difficult months. Openly faced with that choice at last, he realized he wasn’t ready to give up.

And if he weren’t, he knew his only option was to ride out Griff’s displeasure. Even in the short time he’d known Rafe Sinclair, he had come to the conclusion that helping save the former agent’s life was worth whatever it cost him personally.

Besides, he believed in the organization Griff, Hawk, and Jordan Cross had created four years ago. The Phoenix was a private agency designed to use the formidable skills Griff’s former CIA antiterrorism team possessed to obtain justice for those who couldn’t find it any other way.

“I’m not ready to quit,” he said, meeting Cabot’s eyes.

After another moment of silence, Cabot searched through the stack of manila folders on the corner of his desk. He extracted one and slid it across a vastness of well-polished mahogany.

“Surveillance, but not exactly the type you’ve been doing. Maybe this will be more to your liking,” Griff said, tilting his head in the direction of the folder that lay between them.

“What is it?”

John deliberately left the file lying unopened. He had always learned more from Cabot’s sound bites than from his own first reading of a file. He waited for this one, tamping down the excitement Griff’s brief description had already created.

Surveillance, but not exactly the type you’ve been doing. In his opinion, anything that wasn’t what he had been doing would be an improvement.

“Something that caused a blip on Ethan Snow’s mental radar during his last assignment. A name that showed up where it shouldn’t. All you have to do is some discreet nosing around. Very discreet. I don’t want to set off alarms anywhere. This is a highly respected organization.”

For a second John thought Cabot meant the Phoenix. It was unlikely that reference was to the agency, however, since most of their clients learned of them through the same kind of discreet word-of-mouth Griff had just alluded to. And if not the Phoenix…

He reached out, pulling the folder toward him. When he opened it, the heading at the top, in Snow’s neat handwriting, was enough to let him know Cabot’s warning had been an understatement. His low whistle was an unthinking reaction to how respected the organization this file referred to actually was.

“Exactly,” Griff said. “You do have a tux, I assume.”

He didn’t, but he wasn’t going to admit that to Cabot, who probably owned a dozen.

“Of course,” John lied, wondering how quickly he could have one fitted.

“Then I suggest you start with the enclosed invitation.”

John slipped the heavy cream rectangle out of its envelope, quickly reading the information embossed on the front.

“It’s quite legitimate, I assure you. And rather costly,” Cabot added, and he should know. His background was exactly the kind of silver spoon stuff that would get someone invited to those kinds of events. “It will allow you a foot in the door. Strictly for observation, of course.”

“Once I’m in, what exactly am I looking for?”

“I’m not sure. What caused Ethan’s concern is outlined in the file. As I said, this may be nothing, but I’ve learned to trust the instincts of my people through the years, especially those of someone like Ethan. If something about that group caused him concern, that’s reason enough for me to want them checked out. Besides, the food is usually superb.”

If someone as wealthy as Griff considered the dinner to be “costly,” then it damn well should be good, John thought.

“Oh, and there’s an auction,” Griff added as John rose, holding onto the file he’d been given, “so watch your body language. I’m not sure we have enough in the budget to cover any unexpected purchases.”

“What’s on the block?”

“Celebrity dresses, I believe. You should be safe there,” Cabot went on dryly, his eyes falling once more to the paperwork before him. “I doubt they’ll have anything in your color.”

Chapter One

Although Kelly Lockett knew to the last person how many patrons crowded the ballroom of the downtown hotel, she could see almost none of them. Their faces were lost in the darkness beyond the glare of the spotlights directed at the podium. She waited a moment for the applause to die down before she lifted her hand, gesturing for silence as if she had been doing this her entire life.

Actually, she had avoided such functions like the plague. They were the kind of thing Chad loved, so she had always let him handle them. Thankfully, he had turned out to be incredibly good at it.

So good that she couldn’t hope to fill his shoes, she thought with a swell of anxiety. Then she reminded herself that trying to take her brother’s place wasn’t why she was here.

“On behalf of my brother,” she began, speaking over the remaining splatters of applause.

Before she had gotten the last word out of her mouth, the clapping began again, growing into a thunderous ovation. First the men in their tuxedos and then their elegantly gowned companions began to stand all over the huge room.

Her eyes stung at the strength and duration of their spontaneous tribute. She bit the inside of her bottom lip, determined to get through this evening without crying. So far, all her tears had been shed in private. She didn’t intend to make a public spectacle of her grief tonight.

She waited, not attempting to speak until the noise had died down again and the only sounds in the vast ballroom were of people settling back into their chairs. Her eyes had apparently adjusted to the dazzle of light because she could identify some of those seated at the nearest of the small, round tables. Their faces were turned expectantly up to the dais where she stood.

She had made a point of speaking to most of them before dinner, and as much as she dreaded it, she would mingle with the crowd again after the auction. That was another talent Chad had had. Making people feel welcome. Making them want to participate and to feel good about what they were doing.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. Whatever her own motives were for being here tonight, her brother certainly deserved their applause. “As I had started to say, on behalf of my brother, I would like to welcome you to the eighth annual Lockett Legacy Dinner and Auction. As you know, Chad was a tireless fund-raiser for a number of causes, as well as being a true philanthropist himself. This particular event, however, always held a very special place in his heart.

“For one thing, this is the only one of the many organizations to which he devoted his time and considerable energy that bears our family name. For another, the charities to which you have so generously donated each year were chosen by him personally. This foundation was Chad’s baby, and I thank you all for continuing the good works he believed in so much.”

There was another round of applause, this one more perfunctory than the last. That was all right. The first had been for her brother himself, from his friends and colleagues. To Kelly it had been the far more important response.

“As you know, this year we have a very special auction arranged for you. This, too, was Chad’s brainchild, and he worked tirelessly to acquire the items you see around the room.” She paused a moment, allowing the audience to focus once more on the glass display cases that lined the walls. “I know he would want me to again thank the donors for making these beautiful garments available, and I do. I should also remind you that because we want to raise as much money as we can tonight, we have accepted a few prebids from some very serious collectors. You’ll have plenty of opportunity, I promise, to open your checkbooks and outbid them for anything that catches your eye.”

Polite laughter followed the remark, just as the citation in parenthesis on her note cards had said it would. No one who had seen them expected those prebids to be overruled. They had been allowed only on the rarest and most valuable items of tonight’s collection, and they had come in from all over the world. Kelly, along with everyone else associated with the Legacy, had been pleasantly surprised at the amounts.

“I rather fancied the off-the-shoulder black dress that belonged to Princess Diana,” she continued, following the script she’d been given. “I even thought about breaking open my piggy bank to see if there was enough there to make a down payment.”

More polite laughter at what could only be classified as a very lame joke, given the Lockett wealth. And that, too, was okay, Kelly decided.

She had been able to relax a little as she mouthed this nonsense, and the urge to cry for how much better Chad would have done this had finally passed. All she had to do now was give the last of her professionally written introduction, and then the actual auction would begin.

Once it had, she would have a chance to catch her breath. Maybe even to grab a glass of the champagne that would be flowing freely as an inducement to bidding. There was only this one last hurdle to get past.

“Unfortunately, that one didn’t fit. A height issue,” she said. More laughter at her acknowledgement of her small statue. “Actually, since no alterations were allowed to any of the garments, the dresses our models will wear tonight are recreations of the originals you see in the cases. As is this.”

She stepped from behind the lectern and walked to the head of the raised runway that had been set up in the center of the room. She paused a moment, more to calm her nerves than to showcase the dress, although it surely deserved the spotlight.

Even though she was far more at home in jeans and a sweater, Kelly had to admit there had been something completely sensuous about slipping the flame-red evening gown over her head. With a whisper of silk, it had settled around her hips and breasts like a glove.

Behind her, the voice of the professional announcer picked up where she had left off. “As any couturier will tell you, in order to truly understand the magic of a garment, it is necessary to see it worn. Therefore, we’ve arranged a very special showing for you tonight.”

Carefully coached in the same glide the professional models would use, Kelly began her journey down the runway. The chorus of oohs that followed her was proof that her advisors had been right about the gown. Both the color and its strapless design made it a showstopper. Or in this case, a show starter.

“Miss Lockett is modeling a copy of a vintage Givenchy with matching stole. The dress was created for Audrey Hepburn, the designer’s favorite star, to wear in the film Funny Face. I’m sure you all remember the scene in which Miss Hepburn descends the stairs at the Louvre wearing this same gown.”

According to the script, at that exact moment Kelly should have reached the end of the runway, which jutted out into the middle of the room. In front of her was a series of six steps that led down to the floor of the ballroom. Just as Hepburn had in the movie, she raised her arms to shoulder height, displaying the matching red silk stole, before she started down the steps.

“I’ll tell you in confidence that there isn’t a single prebid on this one,” the smooth voice from the stage behind her went on. “We’ve saved it just for you.”

Kelly had been advised to pick out a couple of people in the crowd to smile or nod to as she descended. She had begun searching the faces around her, looking for a familiar one, when her gaze seemed to lock on a masculine profile. Its features, silhouetted against the lights from the back of the room, were clean and strong, as classically proportioned as if they had been graven on some ancient coin.

At that exact moment, the man turned his head, his eyes meeting and holding hers. She couldn’t have said what color they were. Or even what he looked like. All she knew was that he was dark—both eyes and hair. Handsome in a rugged, completely masculine kind of way. Compelling.

Obviously, she thought, relieved when her stride carried her past the table where he was sitting. Although she continued along the predestined route all the models would take, designed to let the guests have a closer look at the garments, she had to resist the urge to turn her head and glance back at him over her shoulder.

And that was totally out of character. Especially given what had been happening in her life during the last few months.

Finally, thankfully, she reached the end of her performance. Before her were the double doors that led out of the ballroom and back to anonymity, with which she was far more comfortable.

Behind her she heard the auctioneer open the bidding on the original of the Givenchy knock-off she was wearing. The next couple of hours would be someone else’s responsibility—his and the other professionals hired from one of the top New York fashion houses. And she was more than ready to hand it over.

As she met the eyes of the security guard at the door, he nodded to her. The gesture somehow reminded her of her strange reaction to the man seated at the foot of the runway steps.

Again she had to force herself not to turn around and search the crowd for him. Of course, it wouldn’t matter if she did. All she would be able to see from here was that same sea of people she had faced before. She wouldn’t be able to pick him out. And if she encountered him again…