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He’s known only as Wren. A wealthy, dangerously secretive man,
he specializes in making problems disappear. A professional fixer, Wren hides a
dark past, but his privacy is shattered when Emery Finn seeks him out—and what
she wants from him is very personal.
Some people disappear against their will. Emery’s job is to find
them and bring closure. Wren is the only person who can help solve Emery’s own
personal mystery: the long-ago disappearance of her cousin. Just tracking down
the sexy, brooding Wren is difficult enough. Resisting her body’s response to
him will prove completely impossible.
Anonymity is
essential to Wren’s success, yet drawn by Emery’s loyalty and sensuality, he’s
pulled out of the shadows. But her digging is getting noticed by the wrong
people. And as the clues start to point to someone terrifyingly close, Wren
will have to put his haunted past aside to protect the woman he loves.
She spied him at the coffee shop table
in the back by the bathroom. He sat with two cups in front of him, looking at
something on his phone.
She should have figured he’d top off a
night of expert going down on her with coffee. The man did savor his caffeine.
As she walked through the line of
people and got closer, she tried not to think about how her body had moved
under him. Or that tongue. At least he proved one thing—he was not all work and
no play. The man knew his way around a woman. Understood pleasure and was not
one bit selfish in bed.
She pulled out the chair across from
him, wincing when it screeched across the floor, and sat down. “You’re here.”
He put the cell down. One button click
and the screen went dark. “Where should I be?”
“Excellent question.”
He looked delicious. The bright green
tie perfectly matched his eyes. He had the dark suit on and wore a slight
smile. He looked more relaxed than during their usual meetings. A little more
approachable, maybe.
When the conversation stopped, he sat
back in his chair and watched her. His gaze never wavered. “I’m not clear
what’s happening right now.”
That described most of her relationship
with him. “How does it feel to be lost in the conversation? Strange, right?”
“Maybe we should start over.” He pushed
the one coffee cup closer to her. “This is for you.”
Every movement, every time he shifted
or his fingers wrapped around something new, something inside her crackled. She
felt every gesture as if he were touching her.
“Is that what you want? After last
night, I mean.” She hadn’t really meant to say that. To just bring up the
evening without the customary chatting and flirting first.
His smile faded a bit. “I feel as if I
missed a text.”
She was starting to think she was the
only one walking around in a haze today. If this whole crackle thing only ran
one way she was going to be really embarrassed. So, she tried again. “I
wondered if you’d do that whole hard-to-get thing.”
“Does that really strike you as
something I’d do?” His eyebrow lifted as he took a sip from his cup.
She conducted a quick glance around.
Some people waited in line. Others pushed and shoved their way around the
congested shop. No one seemed to notice them, but she leaned in and dropped her
voice anyway. “Some men get weird after sex.”
He leaned in, meeting her halfway
across the small table. “Technically, we didn’t have sex.”
The teasing words eased some of the
tension zipping around inside her. “How would you describe it?”
Part of her really wanted him to
describe it. To go into great detail and maybe foreshadow what other bedroom
tricks he possessed. The rest of her wanted to push him. There was something
about him sitting there, all proper and businesslike, that made her feel extra
naughty.
“From the look on your face I assume
you don’t think I’ll talk dirty in public.” He slid his arm across the table
and turned his hand palm up. “You are absolutely wrong.”
She wanted to take the dare and reach
out and touch him. “Doesn’t seem to fit with that fancy suit.”
“Don’t let the jacket fool you.”
“Oh, really?” She gave in and traced
her fingertips over the lines on his palm.
His fingers curled around hers, but he
kept the touch light. “Underneath is an actual man.”
“Do tell.” And she meant that in every
way. He’d shared something so personal, so difficult, for him. Now she craved
more.
“Who wants to see you naked again.”
All the air left her body. She could
almost hear the whooshing sound. “Subtle.”
HelenKay Dimon spent the
years before becoming a romance author as a...divorce attorney. Not the usual
transition, she knows. Good news is she now writes full time and is much
happier. She has sold over forty novels and novellas to numerous publishers,
including HarperCollins, Kensington, Harlequin, Penguin Random House, Riptide
and Carina Press. Her nationally bestselling and award-winning books have been
showcased in numerous venues and her books have twice been named "Red-Hot
Reads" and excerpted in Cosmopolitan magazine. She is on the Board of
Directors of the Romance Writers of America and teaches fiction writing at UC
San Diego and MiraCosta College. You can learn more at her website: www.HelenKaydimon.com
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