The Dangerous Protector
Chapter One
With the patience of a predator waiting for
supper, Duncan leaned against the candy red SUV
in the dimly lit parking lot, his arms folded
over his chest and his feet crossed at the
ankles in a pose that might appear almost
languid to anyone who didn't know him.
He was soon rewarded by the sight of Willow
climbing out the restroom window of his pub; one
shapely jeans-clad leg appearing first, followed
by a deliciously firm little butt, followed by
another leg, until she was hanging suspended
over the sill. Her sweater caught on a
protruding nail as her waving feet searched for
a toehold, and she suddenly tumbled down over
the stack of firewood with a curse loud enough
to be heard all the way across the parking lot.
Despite his dark mood, Duncan couldn't stifle a
smile. It was a wonder she could even walk after
putting first one foot in her mouth by spilling
Rachel's secret, then cramming in her other foot
when she'd blurted out that she wouldn't be home
until late tomorrow morning.
That Rachel had told Duncan she'd heard Willow
on the phone with an old high-school ... read full excerpt from: The Dangerous Protector ebook
