MYSTERIOUS LOVER #1: FALCONE

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n and again, without moving his h

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egan to pull my he

her quickly, so we phoned you three minutes before he hit her pavement. Because you had units n

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ve units nearby," Magtan

n cruising the area for two weeks, hoping

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d my ey

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inqu

Magtanggol. "Your lads were gone in five minutes,

so

that she had to arm he

p and glanced up

" I sai

vered," ML

didn't know," M

lled, and ML's ga

at? " he

ss. Falcone

the name

anggol was there and I didn't want him to know I didn't know ML's (or Falcone's) na

daughter? I w

father s

One, they would ultimately learn the truth, and when it came to Dad and Melinda, sooner was always preferable to later. I had to discover that the hard way. And two, I had to find a somewhere to stay since there was no way I was going to sleep here. In addition, I knew I was too terrifi

en the two hot, angry men who were trying to tie me down, ha

er I hurled myself into them, strolled into them, or

topped feeli

his comforting solidity, which m

into the top of

standing in my kitchen. He was tall and wide, with dark hair that was now heavily silvered, hazel eyes, and a lean, athletic build. His constant in

watching the Gi

ajority of the time he was perf

, "I'm fine, Dad, just

d, "Honey,"

om above. Melinda drew near as he pushed me to his side and encircled my shoulders with his arm. She grasped my ha

d, "Are you

the room, addressing it to

Magtanggol," Magtanggol sai

ened his arm around me again, yanking me against hi

I wasn't the only o

ad inquired, his ga

e studiously blank, his eyes alert, taking in everything, es

ched. "Dad let me go again," Falcone said, tak

an?" I felt and watched Dad's

. I was too preoccupied wi

me, but I was too preoccupied standing there starring at Falcone with my mou

out him, the first being that he was wonderful in bed, which I'd known for a year and a half,

ied with the tiny piece of knowledge he'd given me

but plainly delighted, "You're an

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the Army credit for getting his act together. My mother's issue was that she failed to organize her affairs when she was a soldier's wife. In order to ensure that I was raised properly, Dad left the

nd Dad developed strong ties with any of his Army comrades right away. He did it again, including when we were on vacation, at the hardware

is doing

till holding his hand, firmly shook it w