When we Touch

After three years away from the agency, three years since josh was murdered, three years since she'd channeled her pain into world-class photography, the FBI wanted Blair Browning back to catch the mercenary responsible for her husband's death. Caleb Hunt could break a man's neck with his bare hands. He was the agency's best--and Blair would have liked nothing better than to slap that smirk off his face. But they were partners on a deadly assignment ... hostile ... fuming ... and unprepared only for the white-hot desire that threatened their ironclad resistance--to each other.