If there's one thing that can ruin a vacation, it's running into your ex. Just ask Treflee Miller. If she'd only known that her husband Ty would be here in Hawaii--muscular, sun-bronzed, and infuriatingly gorgeous--she would have brought the divorce papers for him to sign. But life is full of surprises when you're married to a world-class spy...
Try Miller can understand why his wife is tired of playing Mrs. James Bond. He's never home, he's always on a mission, and he's usually surrounded by exotic informants. He has to admit that the perfect spy makes a pretty lousy husband. But for the sake of Ty's security and Treflee's safety, they can't blow his cover. Not here. Not now. Not when his longing is so strong, her lips so tempting--and his enemies so close...
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Excerpt from The Spy Who Left Me by Gina Robinson
There are two things a girl would really rather not experience on her Hawaiian vacation--the monthly curse and a run-in with her soon-to-be ex. For the first time since puberty, Treflee Miller had managed to dodge the first. She was staring at all six-foot-two, well-muscled, lying, spying, ran-out-on-her inches of the second as he hefted her cousin Carrie's bags up the steps of the Big Auau Sugar Plantation's lanai.
He'd bleached his brown hair to a sun-streaked blond and grown a goatee, but it was him. The corner of his mouth curled into that sexy half grin of his and his eyes danced with flirtation as he stared at Carrie, not seeing Treflee.
Treflee flushed, feeling an unexpected jolt of jealousy. Whether she wanted him or not, he was still her man. Her mouth fell open into what was surely an unflattering gape. What was he doing here on her vacation? Shouldn't he be playing spy boy, not bellhop, on something other than U.S. soil?
Damn! She didn't have the divorce papers on her. Technically, he wasn't legally her ex-husband. Yet. He'd run off on another top-secret mission without signing the finalpaperwork. If only she had them with her, she'd make short work of her still-married status.
She snapped her mouth shut and gave him her hardcore "I'm so angry I could kill you" glare. He should have known it well by now. She'd aimed it at him with regularity this past year. When he was around, that is. But he clearly hadn't noticed her yet as he flirted with Carrie.
In the distance, past the stately trees of the plantation and waving fields of sugarcane, the Pacific Ocean sparkled behind him. The scent of plumeria and ginger wafted toward Treflee, tinged with a hint of his all too familiar, and totally hot, cologne. The man knew how to scent himself, that's for sure. It was commitment and the thought of family life he had trouble with.
As his gaze lifted from Carrie to Treflee, his eyes went from dancing to clinically cold.
He cut her off. "Aloha! Ty Smith. General-purpose vacation instructor and island guide." He sounded deceptively friendly and charming.
Yeah, he could really put it on. But as he extended his hand and leaned toward her, he flashed her a hard-edged "you blow my cover and there will be hell to pay, nearly ex-wife or not" look. His threatening look was much more convincing than hers.
She backed off, but not before she mouthed the word "bastard" for his eyes only.
"Treflee Miller," she said, voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Vacationer." And hacked-off wife, she could have added, but it wasn't totally necessary. She thought he pretty much knew how she felt.