“Cover,” my ass, she thought. Kissing Dempsey had totally screwed up her concentration, and part of her wondered if he’d done it on purpose just to get even for treating him like crap. Now she was shaking like a leaf from her reaction to one kiss. Sexual energy zinged through her body. Her lips m...
Cam muttered to herself as she dragged her suitcase to her car on the fourth level of the self-parking garage. The Atlantic City morning sun gleamed across car hoods and the smooth concrete in the open garage. It was bright and quiet, and a long frickin’way from the hotel and casino. It was her o...