It had felt so right to be in Mac Callaghan's arms. His promise to meet her for dinner seemed so genuine. So why was it, less than twelve hours later, Hope Crosby was listening to Mac’s voicemail telling her he was going out of the country on business. Really? Couldn’t he have come up with a better excuse than that? She couldn’t believe she had been conned again. This guy seemed so different, so quietly confident, honest and strong. And so damn handsome!
Forty-eight hours later, off the coast of Malaysia, Mac gazed into the darkness as he prepared to fast-rope from a helicopter to the slippery, pitching deck of a small freighter. It was up to him and his team to rescue a woman who had been kidnapped by pirates in the Strait of Malacca. The pirates didn’t know they had kidnapped the daughter of the U.S. Secretary of State−yet. Mac and his team raced against the clock to save her. If they failed, she would disappear into the horrifying world of human slavery and prostitution in Southeast Asia.
As he looked down at the ship’s wake, he wondered for a moment if he would ever see Hope again. At this point, the odds didn’t look too good. He thought about the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. Then he regrouped and dropped down the fast-rope into the darkness.
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