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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann has thrilled audiences with her Tall, Dark and Dangerous series. Experience it here with a hero who must face the most daring adventure of all—falling in love.
His body may heal, but his heart is another story…
Being a Navy SEAL is more than a career to Alan “Frisco” Francisco—it’s his whole identity. But when a severe injury threatens Frisco’s ability to function in combat, he’s determined to achieve a full recovery.
But the unexpected appearance of his abandoned niece leaves Frisco with little time for anything but dealing with the five-year-old girl. He knows even less about parenting than he does about how to mend his broken body. And there’s no way he’s going to accept offers of help from his interfering neighbor, Mia Summerton. He doesn’t need anyone’s help. Not to care for his niece, not to accept his limitations and certainly not to fall in love.
Frisco’s Kid
Suzanne Brockmann
MILLS & BOON
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For my cousin, Elise Kramer,
who played with and loved my mother,
then me, and now my children, too,
as if we were her own kids.
With all my love, Elise, this one’s for you.
CONTENTS
Frisco’s knee was on fire.
He had to lean heavily on his cane to get from the shower to the room he shared with three other vets, and still his leg hurt like hell with every step he took.
But pain was no big deal. Pain had been part of Navy Lt. Alan “Frisco” Francisco’s everyday life since his leg had damn near been blown off more than five years ago during a covert rescue operation. The pain he could handle.
It was this cane that he couldn’t stand.
It was the fact that his knee wouldn’t—couldn’t—support his full weight or fully extend that made him crazy.
It was a warm California day, so he pulled on a pair of shorts, well aware that they wouldn’t hide the raw, ugly scars on his knee.
His latest surgery had been attempted only a few months ago. They’d cut him open all over again, trying, like Humpty Dumpty, to put all the pieces back together. After the required hospital stay, he’d been sent here, to this physical therapy center, to build up strength in his leg, and to see if the operation had worked—to see if he had more flexibility in his injured joint.
But his doctor had been no more successful than the legendary King’s horses and King’s men. The operation hadn’t improved Frisco’s knee. His doctor couldn’t put Frisco together again.
There was a knock on the door, and it opened a crack.
“Yo, Frisco, you in here?”
It was Lt. Joe Catalanotto, the commander of SEAL Team Ten’s Alpha Squad—the squad to which, an aeon of pain and frustration and crushed hopes ago, Frisco had once belonged.
“Where else would I be?” Frisco said.
He saw Joe react to his bitter words, saw the bigger man’s jaw tighten as he came into the room, closing the door behind him. He could see the look in Joe’s dark eyes—a look of wary reserve. Frisco had always been the optimist of Alpha Squad. His attitude had always been upbeat and friendly. Wherever they went, Frisco had been out in the street, making friends with the locals. He’d been the first one smiling, the man who’d make jokes before a high-altitude parachute jump, relieving the tension, making everyone laugh.
But