fur-lined handcuffs lay inside.
“You like?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. “Pink for you, blue for me—his and hers.”
“You’re a wicked man with a perverted mind,” she told him. “Where’d you find these?”
“Yesterday morning, Lucky and I found a little shop—”
“Yesterday morning when you and Lucky were supposed to be getting haircuts?” She wound her fingers through his long, shaggy hair that curled just below his shirt collar.
“Hey, I shaved didn’t I? Anyway, this was more fun. Wanna try them out? It’s your turn.”
“Last time I had you in restraints, I was arresting you, Westin. I am not ,” she emphasized the last word, “going to participate in any of your childish fantasies.”
“Really?” He leaned forward, his body pressed between her legs.
As he whispered his ideas into her ear, his hands ranged over her body, knowing just where to caress and stroke for maximum effect. KC had to laugh.
There were advantages to being in love with a man who not only loved her in return, but who also wanted to spend every waking moment with his hands on her, finding new ways to give her pleasure.
“Yes, to one and two, maybe to three—if it’s dark chocolate, and,” she gave a shiver of anticipation, “definitely number four.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said, kissing her once more. Then he scooped her into his arms, ready to carry her to the bedroom.
The doorbell rang before he got two steps. “Damn, who the hell could that be?”
“Probably Lucky or Jay. I told them to come early if they needed help with their tuxes.”
“They’re grown men,” he groused, “let them dress themselves.”
“Chase, it’s ten degrees out there, go answer the door.” He spun on his heel, taking her with him as he moved to the foyer. “Put me down!”
She barely had time to close the robe when he didn’t comply. He shifted her weight higher into his arms, freeing one hand, and opened the door with a fake growl, “Come back later!”
He froze when he saw Rose Prospero and Billy Price standing on the stoop. Both wore serious, mournful expressions.
Chase released her, and KC dropped to her feet. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
She wrapped an arm around Chase, felt his body stiffen with fear.
“It’s Jay,” he said, “something’s happened to Jay.”
“No,” Rose assured him. “Your brother is fine. Can we come in?”
KC ushered them inside. Both were dressed for the ceremony, Billy in a tux she was certain was custom tailored and Rose in a long, crimson dress that suited her exotic coloring. The STR leader was a mysterious figure. The only things KC knew for certain about her new boss was that she was ex-CIA, had roots in the now-renegade country of Razgravia—where KC’s grandfather had known Rose—and that anyone on the Team would willingly lay down their life for Rose.
Chase closed the door, but the room still felt chilly. KC wrapped her arms around her, snugging the belt on her robe tighter. Chase moved to stand behind her, his arms over hers, sharing his warmth and support.
“It’s Lucky,” Rose said. “He’s missing.”
KC’s fingers coiled into tight fists.
“Damn it, I told him not to leave the Team,” Chase said. “He’s too vulnerable at ATF.”
“The Preacher has him?” KC asked, preferring facts over speculation.
Every federal agent now carried a copy of the computer generated image of The Preacher that Lucky had helped to create after Lucky had been captured and tortured by The Preacher last month. And lived to not only escape, but tell the tale to his fellow law enforcement agents. Even though the damage was done, they all knew Lucky was at the top of The Preacher’s hit list.
Billy answered. “We don’t know. He and another ATF agent went out to set up a buy and they haven’t reported back.”
“Why would Lucky go out on an undercover deal? That was the whole reason he left our Team, he wanted to work in
“You like?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. “Pink for you, blue for me—his and hers.”
“You’re a wicked man with a perverted mind,” she told him. “Where’d you find these?”
“Yesterday morning, Lucky and I found a little shop—”
“Yesterday morning when you and Lucky were supposed to be getting haircuts?” She wound her fingers through his long, shaggy hair that curled just below his shirt collar.
“Hey, I shaved didn’t I? Anyway, this was more fun. Wanna try them out? It’s your turn.”
“Last time I had you in restraints, I was arresting you, Westin. I am not ,” she emphasized the last word, “going to participate in any of your childish fantasies.”
“Really?” He leaned forward, his body pressed between her legs.
As he whispered his ideas into her ear, his hands ranged over her body, knowing just where to caress and stroke for maximum effect. KC had to laugh.
There were advantages to being in love with a man who not only loved her in return, but who also wanted to spend every waking moment with his hands on her, finding new ways to give her pleasure.
“Yes, to one and two, maybe to three—if it’s dark chocolate, and,” she gave a shiver of anticipation, “definitely number four.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said, kissing her once more. Then he scooped her into his arms, ready to carry her to the bedroom.
The doorbell rang before he got two steps. “Damn, who the hell could that be?”
“Probably Lucky or Jay. I told them to come early if they needed help with their tuxes.”
“They’re grown men,” he groused, “let them dress themselves.”
“Chase, it’s ten degrees out there, go answer the door.” He spun on his heel, taking her with him as he moved to the foyer. “Put me down!”
She barely had time to close the robe when he didn’t comply. He shifted her weight higher into his arms, freeing one hand, and opened the door with a fake growl, “Come back later!”
He froze when he saw Rose Prospero and Billy Price standing on the stoop. Both wore serious, mournful expressions.
Chase released her, and KC dropped to her feet. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
She wrapped an arm around Chase, felt his body stiffen with fear.
“It’s Jay,” he said, “something’s happened to Jay.”
“No,” Rose assured him. “Your brother is fine. Can we come in?”
KC ushered them inside. Both were dressed for the ceremony, Billy in a tux she was certain was custom tailored and Rose in a long, crimson dress that suited her exotic coloring. The STR leader was a mysterious figure. The only things KC knew for certain about her new boss was that she was ex-CIA, had roots in the now-renegade country of Razgravia—where KC’s grandfather had known Rose—and that anyone on the Team would willingly lay down their life for Rose.
Chase closed the door, but the room still felt chilly. KC wrapped her arms around her, snugging the belt on her robe tighter. Chase moved to stand behind her, his arms over hers, sharing his warmth and support.
“It’s Lucky,” Rose said. “He’s missing.”
KC’s fingers coiled into tight fists.
“Damn it, I told him not to leave the Team,” Chase said. “He’s too vulnerable at ATF.”
“The Preacher has him?” KC asked, preferring facts over speculation.
Every federal agent now carried a copy of the computer generated image of The Preacher that Lucky had helped to create after Lucky had been captured and tortured by The Preacher last month. And lived to not only escape, but tell the tale to his fellow law enforcement agents. Even though the damage was done, they all knew Lucky was at the top of The Preacher’s hit list.
Billy answered. “We don’t know. He and another ATF agent went out to set up a buy and they haven’t reported back.”
“Why would Lucky go out on an undercover deal? That was the whole reason he left our Team, he wanted to work in
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