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"Tristan!"
"Sorry, I’one Carry on"
His brother disappeared with the chips and a bottle of very expensive red Okay, hoas he gonna save this situation? "Sweetheart, lethiotten arrested for prostitution, thought I hurt a dog, made out with my business partner on the kitchen floor, and foundposition by your brother I’m exhausted, embarrassed, confused, and still turned on fro to bed Alone See you in the h like Queen Elizabeth, she stalked out and left hian Raines was gonna be a hell of a lot of trouble But also a hell of a lot of fun
chapter twelve
Morgan dragged in a deep breath and cliht, she tried to cal heart With each step toward Caleb, the events of that night roared in herneon
His body pinning hers Legs tangled, s that drowned out every reasonable thought She’d wanted to give hi, everywhere and every way When was the last ti in the world that would slake his hunger? That type of poas addictive And it had only been a kiss If he took her to bed, would she lose not only her body but her mind? Soul? And, God forbid, her heart?
She shivered in the blast of sun She’d played with the idea of engaging in an affair, but after that kiss, Morgan changed her ambler with her love life How bad she craved to be one of those kick-ass, fearless women who could take her pleasure and walk away in a few months unscarred
But she wasn’t She couldn’t lie to herself If she took Cal as her lover, he’d end up sneaking past her defenses, and they’d both end up hurt The project would eventually suffer--how could it not? Regret flooded her but there was no other way to protect herself Better to know and accept her li that would only cause pain Her job forced her to live like a nomad, and she liked it At the end of the project, what if she got attached to Cal? Hoould she handle it? Even worse, the possibility that she’d fall for hilance sliced deep No, the gamble held bad odds She had fourherself in a fling with a man who could snatch her heart wasn’t wise
She reached the site Her mouth dried up as she watched him swipe his forehead and stride toward her Strands of umber hair fell messily over his forehead and stuck up in odd places His navy-blue T-shirt was damp with sweat, his ed every hard curve with loving efficiency Now she kne good those thighs felt pressing her body to the hard ground His gunaze, reers had stroked
He stopped in front of her and scowled Those full lips turned down "You snuck out Didn’t even let an tried nonchalance "I had a lot to do"
"How’d you get hohtened "I got worried I would’ve driven you home"