The limo had barely rolled to a stop when the door opened and a hand appeared in front of me.
I bit back a curse and reached out, accepting the gentlemanly gesture as graciously as I could. Damn Lee and his instincts! I’d made a point of arriving at the Crossway Club half an hour early, just so I could be there before him, yet here he was in his crisp black tux, looking so stern you’d think he’d been waiting for me for an hour. Continue reading “Breathless”