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Haven’s chest locked.Oh, no. No, no, no.
She should have known. He was Vander’s top investigator. Rhys Matteo Norcross, the youngest of the Norcross brothers.
At first glance, he looked like his brothers—similar build, muscular body, dark hair and bronze skin. But Rhys was the youngest, and he had a charming edge his brothers didn’t share. He smiled more frequently, and his shaggy, thick hair always made her imagine him as a rock star, holding a guitar and making girls scream.
Haven was also totally, one hundred percent in lust with him. Any time he got near, he made her body flare to life, her heart beat faster, and made her brain freeze up. She could barely talk around the man.
She didnotwant Rhys Norcross to notice her. Or talk to her. Or turn his soulful, brown eyes her way.
Nuh-uh. No way. She’d sworn off men. This one should have a giant warning sign hanging on him.Watch out, heartbreak waiting to happen.
Rhys had been in the military with Vander. Some hush-hush special unit that no one talked about. Now he worked at Norcross Security—apparently finding anything and anyone.
He also raced cars and boats in his free time. The man liked to go fast. Oh, and he bedded women. His reputation was legendary. Rhys liked a variety of adventures and experiences.
It was lucky Haven had sworn off men.
Especially when they happened to be her boss’ brother.
And especially, especially when they were also her best friend’s brother.
Off limits.
She saw the pair turn to look her and Easton’s way.
Crap. Pulse racing, she looked at her bare feet and red toenails, which made her realize she hadn’t recovered her shoes yet. They were her favorites.
She felt the men looking at her, and like she was drawn by a magnet, she looked up. Vander was scowling. Rhys’ dark gaze was locked on her.
Haven’s traitorous heart did a little tango in her chest.
Before she knew what was happening, Rhys went down on one knee in front of her.
She saw rage twist his handsome features. Then he shocked her by cupping her jaw, and pushing the ice pack away.
They’d never talked much. At Gia’s parties, Haven purposely avoided him. He’d never touched her before, and she felt the warmth of him singe through her.
His eyes flashed. “It’s going to be okay, baby.”
Baby?
He stroked her cheekbone, those long fingers gentle.
Fighting for some control, Haven closed her hand over his wrist. She swallowed. “I—”
“Don’t worry, Haven. I’m going to find the man who did this to you and make him regret it.”
Her belly tightened.Oh, God.When was the last time anyone had looked out for her like this? She was certain no one had ever promised to hunt anyone down for her. Her gaze dropped to his lips.
He had amazingly shaped lips, a little fuller than such a tough man should have, framed by dark stubble.
There was a shift in his eyes and his face warmed. His fingers kept stroking her skin and she felt that caress all over.
Then she heard the click of heels moving at speed. Gia burst into the room.
“What the hell is going on?”
Haven jerked back from Rhys and his hypnotic touch. Damn, she’d been proven right—she was so weak where this man was concerned.
