FBI Special Agent Colton Brady is an important person in Kalliope Winters’s life. He’s been her savior, pulling her out of the darkest of days and rescuing her from herself on more than one occasion. She trusts him implicitly, but he’s hiding something, and it may cost them their lives. A cracked serial killer obsessed with Kalli is stalking her. She’s completely unaware of this until she wakes up painfully zip-tied to a chair, severely beaten, and close to death.
Now she has to rely on Jaxxon, Colton’s twin brother, a man she’s craved since adolescence, to keep her safe. Jaxxon is moody, arrogant, and bossy as all hell. His demeanor is as lethal as his sinfully good looks and he will stop at nothing to keep his current assignment, Kalli, alive. But Jaxxon is also lying to her.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurt out, tapping my fingers against the hard counter.
He cocks his head to the side. “I’m sorry?”
“Or a wife or something?” I add just in case. I haven’t seen a ring on his finger, but Jaxxon doesn’t strike me as someone who would wear jewelry even if he were taken.
He places both palms on the island, leaning toward me slightly, scowling. “Kalli, I get that you don’t know me very well, so let me inform you on the kind of man I am. I am not the kind of man who if I had a good woman waiting on me, I would be sharing a roof with another woman. I am not the kind of man that would spend my time protecting you if my woman were alone, unprotected, someplace else. And I am definitely not the kind of man who would call someone who wasn’t his woman ‘gorgeous.’ You get me?”
His comment would be seriously erotic, if he didn’t look so chilling while saying it. It’s annoying that he can’t just smile and have a normal conversation.
“I’m surprised, I mean with your lovely, sunny disposition and all…” I mumble, while jumping off the chair. A knock on the door has both our heads turning.
Jaxxon walks over to let in and greet whoever is there, but I’m more focused on my mission, coffee. If I don’t get my caffeine fix I turn into Regina George, and nobody wants to deal with an angry Regina. I quickly scurry over to the counter, pouring myself a large cup of java goodness.
It’s not until I’m about to take that wonderful first sip that I see who has dropped by, and holy smokes he is hot. He’s the same height as Jaxxon, so a beast compared to me. His messy blonde hair is jelled up into a sexy fohawk. His golden bronze skin only accentuates his striking muscles against his stark white T-shirt. He is leaner than Jaxxon, but no less impressive.
And his hand is coming right for me.
“Hey, Kalli. I’m Max, I’m on Jaxxon’s team.” His deep whiskey voice vibrates through me.
“Team?” I ask, while shaking his hand.
“Sorry, team in the Bureau I mean. Jaxxon and I were overseas together and now we are all here working on your case,” he answers, releasing my hand and taking a step back.
“You were in the Marines with him?”
His forehead scrunches as his eyes slant. “Uh, sure. Something like that.”
“All righty then,” I reply, taking one last shameless perusal of Max.
Jeez, the FBI should invest in a calendar. He would make a fantastic Mr. November, fall leaves surrounding his tan features, fohawk gelled up, a strategically placed pumpkin…
Lost in my visual fantasy, I turn to take a seat at the kitchen table and notice that it’s covered in documents.
“What’s all this business?” I gesture toward the mess.
Ignoring my inquiry, Jaxxon walks over to the fridge grabbing a few bottles of water. “Looks like you rediscovered the beauty of a shower.”
Did he just make a joke?
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