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“I know you’re currently working at theSun Bulletin, which has a measly two thousand subscribers.”
“Two thousand and thirty-one.” Hey, every subscriber counts.
“Two thousand and thirty-two. I subscribed today.” He bends down, tempting my lips. “What’s got me stumped is why Chester Ashley’s daughter works here in Florida at some small paper instead of following in Daddy’s footsteps as a big-time news reporter in New York.”
I allow my view to lower to his mouth for a quick glimpse. It’s a nice mouth. All right, forget about that. He’s smarter than I anticipated. Looks and brains—a recipe for disaster.
But he did do his research. “I’m not a follower.”
“You’re a leader?”
I look up to find his raised eyebrow. His warm breath sears my mouth. I swallow hard. “More of a lone rider.”
“Well, it would appear your horse has brought you to the wrong watering hole.” His lips hover over mine. So close. Nearly there. For a brief crazy moment, I imagine them on my flesh. “There’s no story for you here, Chosen.”
Unsure if it’s the shot or the challenge in his eyes, I lean forward, close my eyes, and press my lips against his.
Shit! I thought it’d be like opening the basement door in a scary movie. I pull back and touch my burning lips.
It wasn’t.
I grab my purse from the bar and start for the door.
Yep, I did that all wrong, but shit, it felt so right.
No! I’m not running. So what if I’m attracted to him? I’m not throwing in the towel because my body is not on board with my brain.
Turning around, I head straight back to the enemy.
I stop and smile. “There’s always a story.” Whipping my defiled body around, I walk out of the bar with my head held high.
I will get his story if it’s the last thing I do!
Chapter 3
I walk into my flat to find my brothers waiting for me. Fuck! I’m not in the mood after my encounter with Luna Moon.
Brett, my strong, silent, and bullheaded eldest brother, rests back in my recliner, looking annoyed. Cole sits on the sofa with his hands clamped together, flexing his tattooed forearms. He’s the thinker and the extremely observant one.
They both look up at me.
Fuck. Is this an intervention?
“Hey, boys.” I toss my keys on the counter. “We havin’ a party?” I throw out my hands and smile.
“You know why we’re here,” Brett snaps. His dark-gray eyes follow me as I progress toward the fridge.
Obviously, Harper told them about Chosen. I can’t blame her. It’s been a few days, and that’s all I asked for. I like Harper, Cole’s girlfriend, so I won’t hold it against her.
“Did we have a meeting?” I grab a bottle of water and rest my ass against the counter, suppressing a smile because I know my avoidance eats at Brett.
“How’s Mom doing?” Cole chimes in, attempting to break the dark mood displayed in Brett’s scowl.
My eyes slide over to Cole. “Good.”
I hate lying to either of them. We take turns on the weekend visiting Mom at the prison. Been doing it for ten years.
This was my weekend.
