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likes to snuggle, and we haven t had guests in a while, so you re a novelty.
His glance wandered over her, pausing at her breasts before he met her eyes. That s
surprising. I figured men would be lined up outside your door.
She rolled her eyes. Yeah, it must be a slow week.
He moved closer to her on the couch. I don t mind competition, as long as they know I have
first dibs.
First and only.
He clung to a few threads of etiquette, forcing himself not to jump her bones right here. Lucky
me.
So I was thinking, she said, changing the subject. This hacker isn t likely to respond to the
Hacker Forum posts I planted until later. My favorite band, Voyager, is playing tonight. We should
go, get out for a while.
You re sure he won t be trolling for you now?
She shook her head. These online hotspots don t gain traction until late. Imagine a bunch of
nerds gearing up for the weekend, hopped up on Redbull and settling in for an all-nighter. Besides,
we won t be gone that long. It ll be fun.
The invitation sounded like a date, like she was asking him out. You want to leave now? he
replied without a second thought. He d wanted to ask her out for months.
We can finish our wine. She gestured at his full glass. Oh, and I put the take-out in the fridge
for later, if that s okay.
The only thing he was hungry for was sitting next to him. Fine by me.
Thanks for bringing dinner.
Figured we were in for a long night, though I like the idea of going out someplace. But only if
you agree upfront that I m paying.
She nodded, glancing at him with a hint of shyness he d never seen before. You re quite the
gentleman, aren t you?
That s the way I was raised. He thought fondly of his dad and the cracks to the back of his
head when Trey missed the opportunity to put a lady first. My father would roll over in his grave if I
ever forgot to open a door for a woman.
Intrigue glowed in her eyes. Can I ask you a question?
Sure. Anything.
What made you leave your bounty hunter business in Las Vegas to come here and buy Logan s
bodyguard company?
Caught off guard, he ran a hand through his hair. She was the first person to ask that since he d
arrived in Denver. To be honest necessity.
She tilted her head. How so?
He liked that she wanted to know more about him, that maybe it meant her attraction to him
went beyond the physical.
Thinking about how to phrase it, he slid his palm down his thigh, smoothing the center crease of
his suit pants. Things were getting dark. He stopped and realized how lame that sounded. He tried
again. You have to understand, we grew up in the environment. Adam and Liam s dad was my
father s brother. At twenty and twenty-two, they went from blue-collar mechanics to owning their
own business. They had young wives and small mouths to feed, and they wanted a better life for us
than what they had growing up.
I respect that a lot, Devon said, running her finger along the rim of her wineglass. My single
mom worked in a sewing factory, then came home and started her second job as a seamstress on the
side for extra money. It isn t easy to raise a child on minimum wage, and somehow my mom managed
to save enough for me to go to college for two years and supplement my ROTC financial aid. With
the hint of a smile, she held up her hand. Before you ask, I can t sew to save my life.
He shrugged. Neither can I.
She threw her head back and laughed. Well, I won t hold it against you. Okay, go on. You
grew up in that world&
Starting their own business was a huge leap for them. We all walked around with that badge of
honor.
I take it you inherited the family business.
He nodded. Dad gave me my first job the day I got my driver s license. I became a repo man.
Devon swallowed the sip of wine she d taken. Wait. You repossessed somebody s car at
sixteen?
That s not the best part. He grinned at the memory. Keep in mind my dad dropped me off at
the site then waited for me down the street. So I sneaked onto the property of the guy who d defaulted
on his payments. He had one of those wide-open yards in the desert littered with half-stripped cars on
cinderblocks, engines and mufflers and spare parts scattered everywhere. I spent an hour moving
scrap out of the way so I could make a clean break with his car.
Her eyes gleamed. You were out there in the desert at night? Did you even have a flashlight? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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likes to snuggle, and we haven t had guests in a while, so you re a novelty.
His glance wandered over her, pausing at her breasts before he met her eyes. That s
surprising. I figured men would be lined up outside your door.
She rolled her eyes. Yeah, it must be a slow week.
He moved closer to her on the couch. I don t mind competition, as long as they know I have
first dibs.
First and only.
He clung to a few threads of etiquette, forcing himself not to jump her bones right here. Lucky
me.
So I was thinking, she said, changing the subject. This hacker isn t likely to respond to the
Hacker Forum posts I planted until later. My favorite band, Voyager, is playing tonight. We should
go, get out for a while.
You re sure he won t be trolling for you now?
She shook her head. These online hotspots don t gain traction until late. Imagine a bunch of
nerds gearing up for the weekend, hopped up on Redbull and settling in for an all-nighter. Besides,
we won t be gone that long. It ll be fun.
The invitation sounded like a date, like she was asking him out. You want to leave now? he
replied without a second thought. He d wanted to ask her out for months.
We can finish our wine. She gestured at his full glass. Oh, and I put the take-out in the fridge
for later, if that s okay.
The only thing he was hungry for was sitting next to him. Fine by me.
Thanks for bringing dinner.
Figured we were in for a long night, though I like the idea of going out someplace. But only if
you agree upfront that I m paying.
She nodded, glancing at him with a hint of shyness he d never seen before. You re quite the
gentleman, aren t you?
That s the way I was raised. He thought fondly of his dad and the cracks to the back of his
head when Trey missed the opportunity to put a lady first. My father would roll over in his grave if I
ever forgot to open a door for a woman.
Intrigue glowed in her eyes. Can I ask you a question?
Sure. Anything.
What made you leave your bounty hunter business in Las Vegas to come here and buy Logan s
bodyguard company?
Caught off guard, he ran a hand through his hair. She was the first person to ask that since he d
arrived in Denver. To be honest necessity.
She tilted her head. How so?
He liked that she wanted to know more about him, that maybe it meant her attraction to him
went beyond the physical.
Thinking about how to phrase it, he slid his palm down his thigh, smoothing the center crease of
his suit pants. Things were getting dark. He stopped and realized how lame that sounded. He tried
again. You have to understand, we grew up in the environment. Adam and Liam s dad was my
father s brother. At twenty and twenty-two, they went from blue-collar mechanics to owning their
own business. They had young wives and small mouths to feed, and they wanted a better life for us
than what they had growing up.
I respect that a lot, Devon said, running her finger along the rim of her wineglass. My single
mom worked in a sewing factory, then came home and started her second job as a seamstress on the
side for extra money. It isn t easy to raise a child on minimum wage, and somehow my mom managed
to save enough for me to go to college for two years and supplement my ROTC financial aid. With
the hint of a smile, she held up her hand. Before you ask, I can t sew to save my life.
He shrugged. Neither can I.
She threw her head back and laughed. Well, I won t hold it against you. Okay, go on. You
grew up in that world&
Starting their own business was a huge leap for them. We all walked around with that badge of
honor.
I take it you inherited the family business.
He nodded. Dad gave me my first job the day I got my driver s license. I became a repo man.
Devon swallowed the sip of wine she d taken. Wait. You repossessed somebody s car at
sixteen?
That s not the best part. He grinned at the memory. Keep in mind my dad dropped me off at
the site then waited for me down the street. So I sneaked onto the property of the guy who d defaulted
on his payments. He had one of those wide-open yards in the desert littered with half-stripped cars on
cinderblocks, engines and mufflers and spare parts scattered everywhere. I spent an hour moving
scrap out of the way so I could make a clean break with his car.
Her eyes gleamed. You were out there in the desert at night? Did you even have a flashlight? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]