![]() ![]() I studied myself in the bathroom mirror and considered my hair. I was only five six and liked the extra height. ![]() I added some black boots with chunky heels. I shimmied into my tightest black jeans and selected a shimmery purple shirt that made my blue eyes look almost violet. I was leaving my apartment for the first time in days, and I wanted to look damn good. I wanted to be utterly destroyed.ĭecision made, I headed for my closet. ![]() I was going to dance until I was sweaty and my legs felt like Jell-O, then I was going to get laid. ![]() If I stared at it any longer trying to figure out what it needed, I might rip it to shreds, so I was going out. I’d been working around the clock to finish enough pieces for a gallery exhibition, and I’d started all but the last painting. He stretches my self-control to the limit… and then breaks it.Īs the threat to Lane intensifies, we’re forced to hide out in a remote, one-bedroom cabin with danger stalking us from all sides, but suddenly keeping the boss’s son safe isn’t enough. When my boss’s son acquires a stalker, of course I’m the one he calls to keep the guy safe. A member of the elite private security force known as Vigilance. ![]()
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