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Los Angeles

Tuesday before Thanksgiving

Macen “Hammer” Hammerman stifled the mundane conversation with his assistant, Raine Kendall, and stood, bracing his hands on the desk between theh his office door stood open—he wasn’t “allowed” to talk to her otherwise—they were as alone as they’d been in weeks It was now or never He had an important question to ask

“Tell , Raine Your period is what, five days late?”

Blood leached from her face “Wha—I… Hoould you even know that?”

Because it was his business After six years of being her iven in to his gnawing hunger and fucked her in every way known to man And recklessly, he’d done it without a condo how much he wanted her, he couldn’t seeled froled him with one indisputable fact: She ned Taken Completely off limits Property of another

That son of a bitch, Liam O’Neill His former best friend

“Kind of blows your theory that I’ve always looked through you, doesn’t it?” He smirked “Since you cale month You promised you’d let me know if you were so ”

She pretended to scan through the pages of her notepad “I proht now, I don’t know anything We need to finish discussing the Thanksgiving ht cranberry sauce”

“Cranberry sauce? Really?” He cocked his head, his tone a warning

“Don’t do this, Hammer”

He leaned closer “In case you’ve forgotten, it wasup until I have an answer”

A rosy flush suddenly stained her cheeks Haotten the passion they’d shared any ht after night…

Raine scra her notepad and pen “I have enough for the menu We’re done here”

“We’re not,” he barked “Sit down”

She tossed her things on his desk and crossed her ar up at him The swells of her pillowy breasts spilled from her V-neck tank She looked sexy when she was ain?”