To Be the Wife of a Spy

He was breathing more easily now. He walked slowly but firmly… purpose in his step… head held high. Only a few more steps… only a few more doors between him and freedom… and from there to Lea… he smiled at the thought. Darling, beloved Lea. It had been far too long, and at last he was going home to Lea. So what if the war raged on? He had done his duty, served his time, suffered torture already at the hands of his enemy. He deserved this. To walk right into the arms of his Lea, to gaze into her beautiful eyes, to feel her head nestled against his chest, to press kisses into her hair…oOoWorld War II. Lea Lindsey had thought her husband was a regular soldier. He had never let her think otherwise. She had no reason to believe he was tangled more deeply in the intrigue of the war than he had ever bargained for. When he disappeared without a trace, she feared the worst... and then one day the summons came from Washington. Jamie Lindsey was missing... they needed someone to find him... was she interested in an assignment? To be the wife of a spy...