In Zach's Arms (Once a Marine, Always a Marine Book 1)

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Author: Kori David
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She was supposed to call him yesterday, but between the break-in, the cops, and Zach, it had completely slipped her mind.
    “Hello, Jeffrey.”
    “How’s my favorite author?” His nasal voice sounded cheerful.
    “Not great. Sorry, I was taking a nap and I overslept; you woke me. I was going to call you later.”
    Elizabeth valued him as an agent; he was really good. But he tended to be singularly focused. Right now, her career was his focus. He reminded her of a basset hound, with his thinning hair and limpid brown eyes. It wasn’t a kind thought, but that’s the image that popped into her mind whenever she spoke with him.
    “What’s wrong? You sound terrible. Is everything okay?” He sounded genuinely concerned.
    “My apartment was broken into and destroyed, again.” She leaned back against the headboard and shoved a hand through her tangled hair.
    “But that’s the second time. Have you called the police?”
    “Yes. I hope they catch this guy.”
    “I should hope so. Is there anything I can do to help? Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
    “I’m fine and have a place to stay for the moment. So what’s up?”
    “I e-mailed you the contracts for book three and four and I wanted to make sure you received them and see if you had any questions or concerns. But in light of what’s going on, we can hold off on going through them. How about I call your editor to give you some time on the book you’re working on now?”
    “No, no. I’ll get them signed and back to you.”
    “Great. Do you think you’ll be able to meet your deadline?”
    “I’ve got my laptop with me, so I can keep working. I just need this maniac in jail and out of my life.”
    “This does seem—persistent. If you need anything, please, don’t hesitate to call.”
    She hung up with her agent and turned the phone off. She didn’t want to talk to anyone else. Relaxing back onto the soft mattress, she strained to hear some evidence that Zach was close by.
    Nothing but silence.
    She must have been completely comatose and probably snoring like a drunken sailor when he moved her from the couch to this room. Great impression after not seeing him for years.
    But that was the problem.
    Her best friend had been in her fantasies for a long time now. He was her dream lover. And that was why she’d been avoiding him for a while now. Not to mention how she’d treated him when he left for the Marines. She cringed at the memory.
    She stretched and marveled that she’d managed to sleep for so long. She had slept at least eight hours, straight through. No wonder she felt great, it was the longest stretch of sleep she’d gotten in a week.
    She needed a shower and to get out of the clothes she’d been wearing for over twenty-four hours. Once she was clean, she set out to investigate the rest of the house and find its master.
    She found two virtually empty rooms and an alcove with double doors. Locked double doors. It looked like the biggest room in the house, next to the living room and kitchen area. How intriguing. Curiosity was her weakness.
    Hmmm, wonder what he’s got in there?
    She’d have to remember to ask Zach about it. The smell of something good cooking coaxed her toward the kitchen as her stomach growled.
    “Hey Zach, what do you have hidden behind…”
    It wasn’t Zach cooking, but a blond giant wielding a very large butcher knife. Letting out a startled yelp, Elizabeth took a step back, her hand flying up to her chest. Blood pounded in her ears and her heart lodged somewhere in the back of her throat.
    “Hello, there. Sorry to startle you, but now that you’re awake, how do you like your steak? Dead, medium or still mooing?” His soft voice held a hint of Texas twang and the twinkle in his light hazel eyes gave away his amusement over her reaction.  
    “Um, who are you?”  
    Still eyeing the butcher knife, she knew Zach would never allow anyone but a friend in the house. God, she hoped she was right, because there was

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