Dakota Hearts Book 10
Dakota Homecoming
Julian McKinnon hasn't been home to South Dakota and the family that had always been his anchor, and they want to know why. He may seem like the black sheep of the family, but telling his family he was an undercover FBI agent after all they'd been through didn't seem like a great idea. Now there's another McKinnon wedding planned for the holidays and the family has made it clear Julian isn't going to miss it for any reason. That leaves his informant wide open. The only way to make sure she's safe is to bring her home to meet the family. Aside from Georgie Garcia (Gigi) being too close to the front line of one of Mexico's notorious drug lords, she's incredibly beautiful, making it hard for Julian to separate his job from his growing feelings for her.
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Excerpt
“You’re going to have to take your informant with you to South Dakota.”
Julian McKinnon listened to the voice over the phone. Kelly Montgomery, the head of the Chicago office, had only recently contacted him about his missing son.
“You’re serious,” he replied.
“I can’t have her hanging around here. We’re being watched. And if we’re not, we will be. This development is too sensitive to risk having Georgie Garcia slip through our fingers. You understand what I mean.”
He did. But it only complicated an already tenuous situation he’d put himself in with his family. “Sir, the only reason I’m going home is because my brother is getting married. If I show up with a woman…”
“What? You’ve never brought a girl home to meet your mother before?”
Julian shifted his jaw to one side and glanced out the window of his motel room. Motels had been his home for the better part of six months. He was looking forward to going home. Looking forward to Aunt Kate’s good cooking and his mother’s pampering. He needed it.
“Don’t make me laugh. I’m still stunned. None of us, bar my sister, Grace, would ever think of bringing someone home until there was a ring involved. The second we do, my mother has us married off.”
Kelly laughed. “Your mother sounds like my wife. To some extent, that’s the reason we’re having this conversation. Given what happened to her sister, I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to disappear. But she is the only link I have to finding my son’s whereabouts in Colombia. I can’t risk that Georgie Garcia will slip through our fingers.”
“But, sir…”
“Make it happen, Julian. If you’re going home, she’s going with you. It’s either that or skip your brother’s wedding. I don’t care what you tell your family. I don’t care what she tells your family as long as she never mentions Eduardo Sanchez’s name to them. You know that wouldn’t be safe.”
Julian McKinnon listened to the voice over the phone. Kelly Montgomery, the head of the Chicago office, had only recently contacted him about his missing son.
“You’re serious,” he replied.
“I can’t have her hanging around here. We’re being watched. And if we’re not, we will be. This development is too sensitive to risk having Georgie Garcia slip through our fingers. You understand what I mean.”
He did. But it only complicated an already tenuous situation he’d put himself in with his family. “Sir, the only reason I’m going home is because my brother is getting married. If I show up with a woman…”
“What? You’ve never brought a girl home to meet your mother before?”
Julian shifted his jaw to one side and glanced out the window of his motel room. Motels had been his home for the better part of six months. He was looking forward to going home. Looking forward to Aunt Kate’s good cooking and his mother’s pampering. He needed it.
“Don’t make me laugh. I’m still stunned. None of us, bar my sister, Grace, would ever think of bringing someone home until there was a ring involved. The second we do, my mother has us married off.”
Kelly laughed. “Your mother sounds like my wife. To some extent, that’s the reason we’re having this conversation. Given what happened to her sister, I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to disappear. But she is the only link I have to finding my son’s whereabouts in Colombia. I can’t risk that Georgie Garcia will slip through our fingers.”
“But, sir…”
“Make it happen, Julian. If you’re going home, she’s going with you. It’s either that or skip your brother’s wedding. I don’t care what you tell your family. I don’t care what she tells your family as long as she never mentions Eduardo Sanchez’s name to them. You know that wouldn’t be safe.”