The Omega Team:Cooper's Promise

By: Caitlyn O Leary

(Shadow Alliance Book 2)


To my husband, John. Thanks for continuing to listen.


Cooper Laughlin, a member of the Omega Team, has been tied up in knots by his best friend’s baby sister forever. Even though the girl is now a woman, he still feels she is too young and inexperienced, and needs to be protected from everything and everyone, and that includes him.

Brenna moved across the country to be close to Cooper two years ago, and despite her best efforts, he has kept her squarely in the friend zone.

When a stalker threatens her safety, all of Cooper’s pent-up emotions break free. Is there a way to keep her safe from both the stalker and Cooper’s own need to dominate?

Chapter One


God, she was beautiful, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. She was his best friend’s baby sister, “baby” being the key word in that sentence. She was eight years his junior. He was thirty-one and she was twenty-three. He’d served two tours in Afghanistan. Their points of reference couldn’t be any further apart. He also knew that what he needed from his lovers, and that it would be too much to ask for from Brenna.

He hadn’t seen her for two months on purpose. It was getting tougher and tougher to keep his hands off her. Every time they got close to one another, it was like there were invisible threads that would begin pulling them closer. Brenna would get this soft look of longing on her face, and it was up to him to deny the attraction.

“Cooper? Are you even listening to me?”

Cooper Laughlin scooted out from underneath the desk that he had been putting together, and saw her pretty blue toenails peeking out beneath her white jeans. He looked up long legs that nipped into a narrow waist, and then his gaze whipped past her luscious breasts to rest on her beautiful face.

“What? I didn’t hear you from under the desk.”

“What did you want on your pizza?”

“I can’t stay for dinner.” He pushed back under the desk with the Allen wrench in hand, but not before he saw her look of grief. He had to stop doing this. It was killing them both.

“Okay,” she said.

Soon he heard the muffled sound of a telephone ringing. He continued putting together the cheap piece of furniture Cooper wanted to make sure the crappy pressboard was put together securely, so that Brenna’s computer wouldn’t end up in a heap on the floor. He was so damn proud of her for getting this part-time recruiting gig while she applied for her dream job, that he wanted to support her any way possible. Of course she was also interning at a law firm that specialized in environmental cases. She did research for some of their cases twenty hours a week. He was amazed at how much she was getting done.

Finally, the last piece was fastened, and he felt that it could withstand even a category five hurricane, which, God-willing, wouldn’t happen anytime soon here in Tampa, Florida. He eased out from under the desk and saw that the little bedroom that Brenna was using as an office was empty.

He picked up his toolbox, and headed down the tiny hallway to the area that made up the living and dining room, as well as the kitchen. Brenna was sitting on one of the barstools, her legs crossed, talking on her cell phone. She was not dressed like she had been twenty minutes ago.

Her long tan legs were encased in the most elaborate sandals that he had ever seen. They had laces going up above her knees, and heels that had to be four inches. She was now wearing a short skirt and halter top. Cooper thought he had been hit with a poleaxe.

“Hold on Tanya.” She put the phone on mute.

“Thanks for all of your help, Coop.” Her smile seemed off, but he was still trying to wrap his head around her outfit. “Here you go.” She held out her hand.

He took the paper offered, and then froze. It was a goddamn check. It was made out to his name, and in the Remarks section it said “Household Repair.”

“Hang up the phone, Brenna.”

She shook her head.

“Now,” he said, using his Army command voice.

She unmuted her phone. “Tanya, I’ll meet you there in forty-five minutes. I can’t wait to meet him.” She pressed “End” and put her phone on the kitchen counter. “What?”