Not Without Her Family
Ma'am, I need you to move away from the counter and keep your hands where I can see them."Damn. That didn't sound good.
Standing in a dim patch of light a foot away from the horseshoe-shaped bar, Kelsey Reagan slowly turned toward the deep, commanding voice.
As she did, her gaze slid over the tall man walking into the empty room. A blue T-shirt clung to his broad shoulders and he wore snug, dark blue jeans. Military-short black hair, granite features and icy-blue eyes completed the picture. All in all, a completely hum-worthy package.
She rolled her eyes. God, she really needed to get a grip. One look at a pretty face and she totally lost focus. She wasn't here to enjoy the scenery—as nice as it was. She was here to see Dillon.
Besides, gorgeous or not, this guy was so not her type. Even though he wore normal clothes instead of some god-awful uniform, Kelsey i ... read full excerpt from Not Without Her Family ebook
