. . Who have you

houted over the music. “She’s

O’Malley! I l

a. Hmm. Blue eyes rimmed in red, a smattering of freckles, very f

oter was aiming at her.” Jack turned to the other woman. “Morgan, this is Alyssa Devereaux, owner of Sexy S

k-me boots. There was nothing subtle about Alyssa. She still dressed like a stripper, though she hadn’t danced around a pole in years. Sh

the means to achieve revenge. She might run an establishment where women took their clothes off for horny men, but she

ot at you?” Alyssa ask

’t had the chance yet to establish more than the barest amount of authority. She had little reason to trust him. Damn it, another few hours, and he would have sp

way he’d plan

me experimentally, voic

in her voice. He much preferred a sultry “sir” coming

t, just as soon as he got

me what’s go

oat and the floppy hat, which was too large for her small body. She was terri

, but not threatening. About five weeks ago, he started taking pictures of me in and around my house, through window

m.” She blew out a breath, forged ahead. “He followed m

olded-over envelope from the oversized purse bisecting

ggy T-shirt, and her hair shoved into a baseball cap. He only recognized her profile, her stubborn chin, the freckles acro

her hands, the cover of People, a splattering of delicate freckles on her arms— and sweet, unbound bre

d. Talking to her online had only heightened his interest. Morgan in these pictures, in the flesh, eng

ow her, like he’d seen her before and not just her picture on her show’s Web site. Had he ever met her? N

uit. He had his back to the camera as he leaned down to kiss Morgan. Jack could see only her half-bare legs covered by a bit

bottom of the envelope, with its ominous, po

also confirmed that Morgan O’Malley was Brandon Ross’s woman. She was the means to pay his old bu

ollowed you here f

r voice s

pictures of you without you knowing it or his identity. He knows his way around a gun. I don’t thin

ce. “You’ve gotten me out of the path of bullets that

look like the kind of girl with training in weapons and hand-to-hand combat. It was up to him to keep h

w m

oting at her and she wanted

dened her m

If you’re dead, there goes

im and shot him a cynical glare. “Seriou

er look at him with those innocent blue eyes while he force-fed her some logic. Sh

ace time before the shooter arrived, he realized Morgan had some interest in him. And that she had curiosity about his sexual

The shooter knows you’re in this building. You ca

ing the urge to bite off a refusal. She di

ow

’ll fix you up with appropri

, too,” Alyssa pointed out. “

e had a mere hint of cosmetics on

won’t work,” Mo

one that doesn’t end w

ly poreless complexion that was too fair to be caused by anything but fear. Arched brows in some indiscernible color in this dim light. Without Dracula’s complexion,

don’t have an

upstairs and put her in something sc

bleached bl

d. “It still

cau

, we’re not t

ut you can wear her stiletto boots to give you

d by the question.

yssa a quest

he former stripper

’ll shove toilet paper in the toes of

over Alyssa’s surgically enhanced attributes, currentl

h of her beneath the coat, but the pictures he’d seen told him that what she

clothes that make any woman look b

e darting to the door, as if expecting her unwa

past this bastard an

d t

way out of here, okay? I’ll get you to some

ely. Jack could see that on her face. Still, she hesitated, meeting his gaze squarely, as if taking h

m sure, but he’s never dealt with me. I’m not going t

a shaky nod. “You’re the professional. We’ll de

her. Repressing a smile, he affixed his gaze to the puffed pout of her lower lip. Something about her, eve

as one damn pretty woman—somehow innocent and fresh, but also sexy, sassy, ex

ould be so satisfy

nde who apparently owned Sexy Sirens. Morgan had no idea how anyone with decent vision would ever mistake her for the stripper, no m

t act until she could escape Lafayette and the ps

real name was apparently Jack and a relat

ack. Against her will, she peered over her shoulder. Jack stared up with an intent gaze, eyes looking nearly black

n do double takes and drool. Oh, and that he liked to dominate in bed. Hard to forget that. Bu