TEASER:
He
reached out and traced his thumb over the curve of her cheek. Her eyes flew
open and she took a quick step back.
“I’m
sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Her
eyes darkened even further and her lips thinned. “I’m afraid of nothing.” Her
voice was slightly accented. Maybe Russian, or maybe she was Romanian. It was
hard to say. Still, her voice was low and husky, and he liked the way she
sounded. He wanted to hear her speak again.
“My
mistake.” He inclined his head in apology.
She
snorted, but didn’t turn away. It appeared he wasn’t the only one fascinated.
She licked her lips and Chase felt his gut tighten. God, her lips were full and
rosy and totally kissable.
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