Page 55 of Love In Hiding

It was short, professional, and efficient.

Then an attachment of a summary of their trip.

He opened it because everything about her made him continue rather than stop or pause.

There was nothing about the shared hotel room.

Nothing about the kiss.

Nothing even hinted at the night that turned his brain into a live wire and he hoped it’d done the same to her.

Not that he knew why he expected anything different in this report.

It was strictly business. What they’d learned, who they’d talked to, and what they’d accomplished.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

It would be better for him if he just forgot the kiss. Hell,safer. Cleaner. But he couldn’t.

It was still keeping him up at night.

Still lingering on his lips like she was pressed against him now.

Still making him wish he’d stood up, hauled her into his arms, and felt all of her. Every line and every curve against him.

But if he’d done that…there might not have been any turning back.

And for a man who put everything in his life behind his career, he was terrified of this hold she had on him.

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SEX AND DANGER

London blew a breath out so hard she thought it was going to shoot her chair away from her desk.

Spencer was coming down to meet, and her sister wasn’t here to play the buffer.

Neither was their new hire, who hadn’t even started yet.

Just her and him and her traitorous nerves that never showed their face to anyone else.

She looked at her watch. He’d texted that he was on the way.

Might as well get up and meet him. No reason to make him wait just because she was trying to gather her composure.

When she was walking to the front, the door pulled open, the bell going off, and Spencer was standing there staring at her.

If she’d known he’d be showing up this afternoon, she would’ve dressed very,verydifferently. A skirt. Something fitted. Something that showed a little leg, just enough to see if she could stir something in him that wasn’t irritation or lawyerly restraint.

She didn’t even get a reply from her email on Friday other than a quick thanks.

And here he was, standing there staring at her.

Black trousers on, a light green collared shirt, a few buttons undone exposing his neck and making her mouth water just thinking about what he looked like when he was getting ready for bed in those ridiculous shorts with the lobster on them. His suit jacket was open, his hands in his pockets, the tails of the coat behind him.

He was clean-shaven again and she wasn’t sure if she liked that better than the few days’ growth.

Either way, it was sex and danger in one infuriating package.