Code Of Honor
"Are you ever going to speak to me again?"
Selena lifted her gaze from the file she'd been reading to the man standing at the door of her office.
He sure knew how to fill a doorway. And he always made her heart do a funny little lurching thing that she hated and denied each time she saw him. His shaggy honey brown hair and gold-green eyes gave him the look of some sort of modern-day pirate but the precisely tailored lightweight navy suit he wore today gave him the look of a corporate raider. Selena knew he was neither of those things.
He was worse.
Brice pushed off the doorjamb and settled into a squeaky old chair across from her battered metal desk. Loosening his silk tie, he said, "Selena, it's been a couple of weeks now. You don't call, you don't write. You're breaking my heart here."
Selena slammed the file into a folder and shoved it in the drawer of the old desk. The drawer stuck, so she tried slamming it again, pretending it was Brice Whelan's head instead. The drawer squeaked in protest while she flushed a mortified pink all the way down to her toes. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her have a hissy fit.
She didn't have to. He got up and w ... read full excerpt from: Code of Honor ebook
