Anders's Angel:Heroes for Hire, Book 16(2)

By: Dale Mayer

“It sounds like it will be work this time.”

His phone buzzed again. It was Levi. You’ll be meeting Dezi and Reyes. Harrison en route too.

What’s the job?

Retrieving a package. An expensive package.

Alive or dead?

But instead of texting a reply, Levi called. When Anders answered, Levi said, laughing, “She is alive and well and kicking mad.”

“Who is she, and why are we retrieving her?”

“She is a specialist in glaciers. Don’t ask me for more details because I really don’t know anything more, but she measures the ice melt and the damage done in the retreat of icebergs.”

“And we’re retrieving her why?”

“Her father is a prime minister. He’s in trouble and has received threats, putting his daughter in danger too. If you don’t want to go to Switzerland, just say so.”

“I’m delighted to go to Switzerland. And I don’t mind picking up this package,” he said. “The feistier, the better.”

“Oh, you’ll love this job then. I’ll text you her name when I get off.” And Levi hung up on him.

Anders grabbed the whiskey, held it up to Charles and said, “To my next job in Switzerland.”

The men clinked glasses together and settled back to enjoy the fire. Anders couldn’t help but think this job was something he was actually looking forward to. He adored women. And, like he had told Levi, the feistier, the better. She might not want to return with him, but she really wouldn’t get much of a choice.

His phone buzzed. He looked at the name of the woman he was collecting and laughed. Angelica. … A feisty woman named after an angel. Perfect.

He knew only one woman named Angelica. Someone from his past. Surely it wasn’t his Angelica.

Either way, stranger or old flame, chances were good she wouldn’t want anything to do with Anders.

Too bad. She would come with him—whether she wanted to or not.

Chapter 1

Anders stood outside the small chalet and wondered why anybody would want to spend so much time in the frozen Alps as this woman apparently did. But, as he well knew, nothing was normal about her. He’d already read the short dossier he’d received on Angelica. It was enlightening.

He already knew her on one level. A gut level. He’d met her in England at a pub about a year ago. She had been attending a conference, and he was passing through. By chance they were staying at the same hotel. He’d taken one look and had fallen hard.

With only a short time to make an impact, he’d come on hard and fast—and had crashed and burned badly when he had found out she had a fiancé.

His heart had stuttered to a stop, and he’d been literally speechless. How could his gut have been so wrong? It had never happened before. And he’d never met anyone before or after who had touched him in the same way.

Someone so fantastic with such an emotional impact upon him … and she wasn’t available.

Still, he wasn’t one to give up. He’d done his best to let her know who he was and what they had—and that she was in the wrong relationship. That might not have been his smoothest move, but, with time so short, and the impact on his senses so strong, he’d been just as determined to let her know that she had options, and she needed to pick a different one than her current choice. When he’d kissed her, … wow.

The hardest thing had been stepping back, seeing the dazed look in her eyes, knowing she was as affected as he was by their kiss. And then he had walked away, since he couldn’t cross his own line of taking another man’s lady. So he had to wait while she made a decision.

And apparently she had.

He’d planned to give her recovery time and to see her again. It had been almost one year since that fateful meeting. He’d hoped to stop by after this job and to see her now that he would be in Switzerland. Then he found out who he was coming to collect.

To him, that meant the timing was right. This time he wouldn’t walk away. If she wasn’t married—and her portfolio didn’t say she was—then she was his.

Angelica Winthrop.

She was a glaciologist. Some career he didn’t even know existed. But she studied glaciers and snowfields, ice-pack flows, the movement of glaciers over time and distance. It was a fascinating subject, but certainly not one he’d ever considered as a specialty.