Lured into danger, trapped by desire . . .
Chasyn Summers has a target on her back. As the key witness in a murder case, she's risking her life to testify in court--and she needs protection. But when she's assigned a personal bodyguard who's disarmingly tough--and distractingly gorgeous--it's not just her life that's in danger. It's her heart . . .
Declan Kavanaugh works strictly by the rules. Never get too close to a client. And never, ever, fall in love. But he's never protected anyone as beautiful, or as intriguing, as Chasyn. Surrendering to passion is a risk they can't afford to take, especially when danger meets desire and Declan realizes Chasyn Summers may be the ultimate trap.
“You know you can take Burrows up on his offer,” Declan said after they pulled out of the parking lot. “I won’t take it personally.”
“Get locked away in some house in God knows where with the occasional police cruiser driving by? Besides, when I’m with you I can be active in the investigation.” And have great, if temporary, sex.
“Good to now you have so much faith in me,” he said as his hand slipped over onto her knee. Using his fingertips, he bunched up the fabric until he was touching her bare skin. He began making maddeningly sensual circles with his thumb, inching it up higher and higher. Chasyn’s breath caught in her throat when reached her thong. Her body was fully alert and she tensed with need.
“Don’t” she said on a rush of breath.
She reached down and pushed his hand away from her. “And you’re driving.”
“I keep telling you I can multitask.”
“Well, maybe I don’t feel like being a distraction,” she told him as she straightened her clothes.
“You really do have a problem with spontaneity, don’t you?”
“I have a problem with how fast all of . . . this is happening.”
“We’re two consulting adults who happen to have some great chemistry.”
“That doesn’t mean we have to act on it,” she countered even though her nerve endings still sizzled from his touch.
Declan placed his hand back on the wheel. “Sorry if you felt pressured.”
“I didn’t feel pressured,” she assured him. “I just haven’t had enough time to process this yet.”
He chuckled. “What’s there to process?
“I need to make a pro-con list to put this all into perspective.”
“Tell you what,” he began easily. “You make your list and I’ll restrain myself until you’ve beaten this dead horse.”
“That was condescending.”
“It wasn’t meant to be,” he said. “I’m just saying I’m willing to give you time.”
“However much you need.”
About the Author
After selling her first romantic suspense in 1993, Rhonda Pollero has penned more than 30 novels, won numerous awards and nominations, and landed on multiple bestseller lists, including USA Today, Bookscan, and Ingram’s Top 50 List. She lives in south Florida with her family.
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