He held out his hand to Jaye, hoping the jet really had outrun the turbulence that had threatened her equilibrium. As much as he wanted her, he wouldn’t coax an unwilling woman. Her gaze warmed, her attention focused on him and the ease of relief ran along his veins. She placed her oh-so-sk...
He hated needing anything, let alone help. "Damn it, Leigh, can't you just give us a weekend? Marion needs help. I'll hump furniture all day long, fix whatever needs fixed, but she's a wreck and I don't handle that stuff well." "I leave for Japan at the end of next week." Leigh's sultry vo...
Not at first glance, but she’d grown on him slowly. First, she’d laid a foundation built on intelligence. Next, she’d framed herself in humor and wit. After that, she’d been sheathed by shy glances and pink blushes that turned him into a house of lust and need. At least, he figured it was lust. A...