Natural-Born Protector
The man was in Lainie's bathroom, cleaning up blood from the tiled floor. Melody Thompson dropped her suitcase, stifled a scream and stumbled backward.
The stranger turned around, his handsome features registering surprise. "Wait…it's okay," he exclaimed as he scrambled to his feet. "I won't hurt you."
He was clad in only a pair of navy athletic shorts that rode low on his lean hips. And his hips were the only lean thing about him. His shoulders were broad, his chest tautly muscled, and his long legs had the athletic appearance of a man who probably jogged.
These first impressions flew through Melody's head as her body tensed with fight-or-flight energy. "Who are you?" she demanded as she backed down the hallway toward the front door.
He followed her at a nonthreatening distance as he wiped his hands on a towel. "I'm Hank Tyler." He reached into his pocket and withdrew a key ring with a single key dangling from it. "I live in the town house next door. Lainie and I were good friends. She gave me a key a couple of months ago."
The fear that had momentarily gripped her eased a bit. He did have a key and it was obvious by the fit of his jogging shorts ... read full excerpt from: Natural-Born Protector ebook
