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Hometown Hero

By Stephanie Guerrero

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Hometown Hero


By Stephanie Guerrero















Copyright Stephanie Guerrero 2019
Copyright © Stephanie Guerrero 2018
Forget Me Not Romances, a division of Winged Publications
Previously Published as An Undercover Christmas Carol

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This book is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are the product of the author's imagination and are completely fictitious.

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Prologue

FBI Counterterrorism Special Agent Gabe “Wolf” Davis stood on the edge of the hand to hand combat practice mat and sized up the enigma before him. Special Agent Intelligence Division Angelika Mueller was 5 foot 3 inches, to his 6 foot 2 inches and determined to take him down. The problem was the woman didn’t know how to quit. It wasn’t in her DNA.
He had to give it to her. The woman had skills. Outside his former seal team, he had never met anyone so tenacious. In the last year, their Fly team had inserted into highly dangerous situations, penetrated terrorist facilities, collected intelligence and the “rookie” on the fly team had kept pace with the best of them.
She was a brilliant, tenacious agent who worked long hours, had a mean uppercut and… she intrigued him, a fact that got under his skin. He cocked his head and studied her a moment as she downed a bottle of water. This next round would make three. He’d won both times. He needed to end this.
“Mueller, let’s call it. I’m starving, and I need a shower. We can come back for punishment another day if you think you want more,” he harassed.
Her lips widened into a maddening smile.
“I will take whatever you feel like dishing out, Wolf. Just name the time.”
He rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. “How about instead of knocking each other’s blocks off, we catch a bite to eat before coming back to the grind?” He held his breath waiting for her to answer his casual invitation. Yeah, he wanted to know her better. The question was… did she want the same?
She mopped her brow with a small hand towel, tossed it at him and shrugged. “A girl has to eat I suppose… what do you have in mind?”
“There’s a little Italian joint a couple blocks away that I’ve wanted to try. I’ll buy as consolation for whipping you the last couple of rounds.”
Her eyes sparked with blue fire and she raised a brow. “This is where I should have an ego and decline, but I’ll take you up on it. I just spent my last paycheck on something I love but cannot afford. Fair warning… I have an appetite. You might regret offering…”
Momentarily stunned best described the reason his heart was pounding. He stopped a stupid grin from forming on his face and shrugged casually. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take, Mueller. Let’s each clean up, and meet in the parking lot. How much time do you need?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
He nodded and grabbed his bag. This would be an interesting evening.
~
Angelika wasn’t blind. Wolf was trying to crack her shell. Few had tried. Even fewer had succeeded, and it never ended well. So why did she agreed to dinner? Why him… why now? Her tightlipped, bulldog persona drove him crazy most of the time, and she loved every minute of it. She showered in record time, dried and straightened her long golden ringlets and replaced her tightly woven braid.
She knew through the grapevine that Wolf had a thing for curls, so there was no way she was letting him see hers... yet. She slipped into her standard black pantsuit and headed for the parking lot. Her phone rang. It was the Washington Field Office. She answered and tapped her foot as they put her on hold.
One glance at Wolf on the phone confirmed that their team was being called in. Wolf motioned her over and covered his phone.
“They are telling me to report back in five hours. That’s just enough time for dinner, packing and the drive to the airport. Still want that Italian food?”
She wanted to fist pump; instead, she nodded. He winked and went back to his call. She froze. Her partner had never winked at her before. Teased her, challenged her, and irritated her, yes. If she were gut-wrenching honest, Wolf was the team member she trusted the most. He was detailed, thorough, and though a merciless tease, he always had her back. She tapped him on the shoulder, nodded and, still on hold, motioned to his car. She had walked to the gym. He would have to drive. His eyes brightened, and he hit his key fob to unlock the door.
“Yes sir, Agent Mueller is with me. I believe she is on hold waiting to talk with you. Would you like me to relay the information?” He paused. “We’ll be there, Sir.”
“Wheels up in five hours, we’re to pack for a long stay. Afghanistan is our destination. After dinner, we’ll swing by your place to pick up your gear. Let’s go get that meal. It may be our last good one for a while.”

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