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Sweet Dreams Excerpt
“You need to remember on your own,” Trent repeated the answer Shawn and he had agreed on. “If we tell you than it wouldn’t really be your memory.”
“I didn’t have a career,” Anna stated sadly. “I wanted one though. I know that in my heart. I wanted…”
“What did you want, baby?” Trent coaxed, confident that she wouldn’t find the answer.
She didn’t answer, and he didn’t press. Nor did Shawn. She got like this it was best to leave her alone. Anything they said would just make her frustrated, angry and depressed. Trent hated to see her like that.
Instead he rested his head against the back of the swing and relaxed, enjoying the soft sound of night and the comforting feel of Anna tucked into his side. A cool glass of ice-tea just made the setting perfect. Even if this was a dream, Trent had never felt anything more perfect.
“An FBI agent.”
“What?” Shawn’s tone sounded almost sleepy.
“I wanted to be an FBI agent.”
Trent choked on the tea going down and came up coughing.
“A what?” Shawn demanded again through is obvious shock.
“I got a degree in accounting.” Anna sounded so pleased with herself. “I remember now. I planned on becoming a forensic accountant and had just accepted a job with an accounting firm specializing in running audits and searching for hidden assets. That must have been when I met you?”
“Uh…yeah.”
Trent met Shawn’s gaze for a second time and saw the panic in his brother’s eyes. He knew the feeling. An FBI agent? Their woman wanted to run around with a gun strapped to her side and chase bad guys? No way. She was too small and delicate for that kind of work. She’d get injured or killed. Trent would not tolerate that kind of behavior. He would not allow her to take those kinds of risks.
“I guess I gave that up for you, huh?”
Trent didn’t like the sadness in her tone, as if she’d made the wrong choice. Before Trent could respond, Shawn spoke up.
“No, you didn’t, baby. You’re still going after you dream. You are just on getting settled in here and then you hit your head and…”
“Are you insane?” Trent didn’t know who he was asking that question of, Anna or Shawn. They were both guilty.
“Trent—”
“No.” He jumped off the swing, sending it rocking. “Damnit! No woman of mine is going to do such a dangerous job as to become an FBI agent.”
“Excuse me?” Anna lifted a brow at that. “Are you telling me I can’t become one?”
“That’s right, baby. I won’t allow it.”
“Oh, you won’t allow it.” Anna sneered, rising to her feet. “Let me tell you something, cowboy. I’m not some filly you’ve tamed and can now slap your brand onto and send to the barn like a good little girl. I’ll do what I please.”
“I don’t think so.” Trent stepped into her. “I’m not going to have to explain to my children that their mommy got killed, but they can rest assured she died for a good cause.”
“Killed? Oh, God’s sake, Trent, nothing bad is going to happen to me.”
“You can’t be assured of that. FBI agents go after some really dangerous people.”
“I’m going to be a forensic accountant, not busting down doors and wrestling three hundred pound drug dealers to the ground!”
“You’re going to have to testify and somebody could put a hit on you and then boom.” He clapped his hands in her face. “Your car explodes one day.”
“You’re such a drama queen.”
“What did you call me?”