"Stay away from my brother," Chase warned, opening the window and sliding over the ledge to the porch roof below. The frigid air was bracing, restoring him to his senses as he climbed down to the yard.He'd been a fool to come here. To let a girl get the better of him so easily. All she'd done was bat her lashes and wiggle her finger, and he'd practically fallen into her lap. Poor Jay, no wonder he couldn't escape KC's power—an innocent kid like him, always seeing the good in everyone, he wouldn't stand a chance against a vixen like her.KC was strictly poison. Chase would find someway to keep her away from his brother. Without becoming trapped by her venomous claws himself. CHAPTER 11 KC locked the window, turned off the lights and crouched in a corner. She'd almost lost control, almost allowed Chase Westin to get everything he had come for. What was she thinking? She was such an idiot to start down that path. But something about Westin fascinated her. It was as if two men shared the same skin. One the war hero, the man who'd saved the lives of dozens of his comrades, the eldest of the family who valiantly defended his baby brother's honor. The other the criminal, disgraced, betrayer of his oath of honor. If the second was the real Chase Weston, why had he left? Her play-acting kiss had spontaneously combusted into a flash fire she knew Westin had felt. Lord knew, she had. Yet, he'd walked away, concerned only about his brother. KC slid free the knife sheathed at the neckline of her vest, twirled it between her fingers. Her hands responded to the blade automatically without her having to think or look.
