COMING FRIDAY 7 PM PST. A.S. GREEN AUTHOR OF: WILD CHILD
7 PM PST.
Providing private security for a celebrity wedding is nothing new...until I come face-to-face with Natalie O'Brien. The woman who chose someone else and kicked me to the curb six years ago. Time has done nothing to tame her. She's a red-headed beauty with a sharp tongue and nerves of steel who could seriously knock me off my game…
When my assistant bails, Natalie jumps at the chance to get off her tiny island. Now we're stuck crisscrossing the country in my SUV, with her tantalizing scent filling the cab and her smart mouth making me very…uncomfortable.
I survived a tour in Afghanistan, so working with Natalie should be a breeze for me…but after six years apart, she still makes me hope for all the things I never thought I wanted. I’m not sure I can breathe if she walks out that door again.
“Well,” she says, as we reach her door. Completely oblivious to how she affects me, she turns and gives me her back. “Unzip me, please?”
Thank God her back is turned so she doesn’t see my pained expression. I take a deep breath and slowly lower the zipper, following the line of her spine all the way to the top of her ass. My gut tightens in response to so much soft, creamy skin on display.
“That’s as far as it goes,” I say, meaning the zipper, and yet so much more.
She turns with a shy smile and holds the dress to her chest with one hand so the whole thing doesn’t drop to the floor.
I clear my throat and do what I can to salvage whatever bit of professionalism this moment has left. “Thank you for your help tonight, Natalie. I have to say, you handled it just as well as Erin would have. Maybe even better. Definitely quicker.”
Her cheeks flush. “Yeah, well, I suppose the dress helped.”
I don’t think she’s baiting me, but I force myself to do what Fenton couldn’t and keep my eyes from lowering to her breasts.
“You’re sure I get to keep it?” she asks.
“I don’t think it would fit me,” I say with a smirk. But it would look great on my floor.
I've been on the move for years, searching for my one big break. Sucks that when I'm finally handed the key to success it turns out to be Katherine D'Arcy. Yeah, sure, she's hot as hell. But the last thing I need is some virginal summer girl screwing with my head.
I came to remote Little Bear Island to escape the confines of her uptight, country-club world. I'm sure as hell not going back. Still, I can't stop thinking about her…sexy, dark brown eyes…luscious curves… Does she hide her body under those oxfords and ridiculous cardigans just to torment me?
In just one summer, Katherine has become my everything. If only there weren't that one inconvenient truth I've been keeping from her... Because when she learns what I've been hiding, I just might lose it all.
He stops in the doorway, and a rush of heat surges through me as his eyes search mine then unapologetically drift down the rest of my body, lingering in some areas longer than others.
“Did I just pass some kind of test?” I ask, laughing nervously.
Then, so quick I barely see it, he puts one hand on the wall behind me and leans in. My body tenses, thinking he means to kiss me. A part of my mind is saying, Hold on there, cowboy. The other (louder) part is saying, Yes! Yes! YES!
He doesn’t kiss me, though. Instead, he speaks softly in my ear. “There may be more to you than meets the eye, Katherine D’Arcy. And I mean to know for sure.”
“Does this mean we can finally be friends?” My voice is laced with hope, and I offer a shaking hand in the narrow space between us.
He looks down, takes my hand in his, and squeezes. “Friends. For now.”
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