This about a second best. Grammatical errors. Third person narrative.
Brant, a former SEAL now a DHS agent lacks the intelligence to rationalise his actions AND he’s a controlling ar*e.
Thinking Darcy’s too young for him, rather than wait to bridge the age difference, he marries Vivian, a woman with a striking resemblance to Darcy. He’d thought he loved Vivian but quickly discovered his instincts were unreliable and hadn’t known his wife was blonde and green-eyed until the investigation into her death. She’d known of his attraction to Darcy even though Darcy was only eighteen at the time. There is an eight year age difference between Brant and Darcy.
He muses that Vivian lured him by keeping her hair coloured black and wearing pale blue permanent contact lenses that were agency-standard. Obviously Mr. Intelligence is led by his other head. I had no sympathy for him.
A group of counter-intelligence agents are meeting to discuss a joint-operation between DHS and DEA to combat the head of a Mexican drug cartel that uses coded hieroglyphics to communicate. They’ve enlisted Darcy’s Mayan skills having specialised in that culture, for this mission.
Darcy always wore her feelings for him for the world to see. This book was about sexual exploits, a little bit of a story and some mediocre drama...in that order. Brant was emotionally stunted and a coward, planning to force an unplanned pregnancy on her, if a woman did that, she’d be called a variety of names.
These two deserved each other, she was unfaithful the first time they saw each other after four years- tentatively engaged (Kenneth proposed that evening and wanted her to wear his ring as she decided) to one man and engaging in sex with a sappy fool mooning over his lost love, whom he claims to hate, the same man that married one woman using her as a substitute.
When Darcy was twenty-four he finally gave in, the next morning he snuck out of bed. His finger touched her cheek gently, and it was then she knew he was leaving. And he didn’t plan on coming back. He got into his Jeep never looking back. No goodbye.
Four years later, he realised the further he’d driven from Surrender, Montana, the more he’d wanted to turn around and go back. She was his weakness. And in his line of work, there could be no weaknesses. Not unless you had a death wish.
On the first night they see each other after four years of absence they have sex despite her being engaged. Darcy wants marriage and children. He’d wanted a family of his own—with the wife who he’d allowed to seduce him with her sultry looks and sharp mind. Vivian, the woman who’d had him so tied up in knots that he’d missed the warning signs. He thought he’d loved Vivian. He hadn’t even known that she was blonde and green-eyed until the investigation after her death. But she’d known of his infatuation with Darcy, even though Darcy had barely been eighteen when he and Vivian had married. He’d been twenty-six at the time, and if Vivian hadn’t come along and bewitched him he would have ended up claiming Darcy much too young.
Vivian had lured him by keeping her hair colored black and wearing pale blue permanent contact lenses that were an agency standard for deep cover agents. She had looked so much like Darcy he almost hadn’t felt guilty for thinking about her while he was buried inside his wife. He’d been young and stupid. If he’d hesitated just a second longer before pulling the trigger then it would have been him lying six feet under instead of the woman who’d promised to love and cherish him for eternity. He hopes Darcy would be agreeable to taking what he could give her. He could give her marriage if she had to have it (how generous)...and he’d even give her children if she wanted them. But long gone were the days where Brant Scott gave his heart and soul to one woman. (How noble of him to offer her crumbs). Darcy deserved better than a half of a man. Pitiful, misguided, arrogant and cowardly Brant.
He’d unilaterally decided that she was going to be his and he’d give her everything she wanted—marriage and children—as long as she understood he couldn’t give her anything more. He didn’t believe in love, because the woman he loved betrayed him. How magnanimous!!!
“What are you saying, Brant? That you want to get married and live happily ever after? Has an alien taken over your body or something?”
“I’ll marry you. I can give you that promise. We both keep our promises. And I can give you children.”
“What about love, Brant? Can you give me that, or are you making some gesture just so you can get your cake and eat it too? Because really, it’s not a problem. I’ll give you the cake for free, and let you eat it.”
He sensed that she was mocking him.
He is bitter and angry, because he was blinded by lust. His Agent-Operative wife studied Darcy’s appearance and mannerisms and he replaced Darcy with her. He thought he’d loved Vivian. His assertiveness was unconvincing.