It was hard not to fall in love with Garret. With his sea-green eyes and engaging personality, Reagan quickly fell for him. He isn’t generally deceptive, but in his line of work he has to be. An undercover agent with the FBI’s jewelry and gem theft program, he’s assigned to investigate Reagan. But his investigation turns into so much more. He falls for her, and she learns of his deception. Boy does he have some relationship advice to offer if he wants to save his relationship with Reagan!
He’s supposed to be on vacation when he’s assigned to investigate Reagan. Here’s a quick excerpt on what Garret does in his “down time”:
What does an FBI agent do in his down time?
Break his brother’s previous ski records, almost kill himself by ice climbing, freeze his balls off. Question his motives for bedding only one woman in the past while and worse, falling for said woman.
Investigate a murder.
Garret trolled through the snow covered hills, phone attached to his belt loop, ear bud planted in his ear, and reported everything he knew to Buchanan thus far. Buchanan trusted Garret to finish the investigation, so he hadn’t called in other agents. He thought it best to keep a low profile.
Garret sat on a knoll and spread his backpack out on the snow, placing his notes on the backpack. A normal person would be indoors, at a desk, his notes scattered everywhere, but Garret couldn’t function inside a normal environment. He had to get out, away from the artificial lights and sounds, and in with nature.
Garret has a romantic side, and we see it often. Here is a quick excerpt from Reagan’s POV that gives us a glimpse into his romantic side:
The door squealed open. Reagan jumped and sat up, plopping against the mound of pillows.
“Hello, sleepyhead,” Garret said.
The painting in her mind didn’t include balloons. She gasped as his feet shuffled against the floor, an array of colorful balloons trailing behind him as he held a tray of food and a flickering candle.
“Happy birthday,” he said as he sat the wooden tray on the bed. The balloons were tied to the side and one red rose reached across the tray.
“What is this?” she asked, her mind a muddled mess of confusion and contentment. “It’s not my birthday.”
“Maybe not today, but it’s the first time I’ve celebrated it with you. Besides, it gives me an excuse to woo you.”
“You need an excuse?”
“Mmm,” he groaned as he leaned over and kissed the side of her mouth.
And now for his relationship advice:
