Chance of a Lifetime
Chapter One
A few deep breaths made Lacey feel composed enough to speak, even though she
wanted to scream and rant and rave. Chance had managed to turn her into nothing
more than a piece of quivering flesh. She sure wasn't going to let his
manipulation of her body go any further.
Back rigid, Lacey stalked across the room to once again grab the appointment
book off the desk. "I don't know what you're trying to pull, Chance, but my ten
o'clock is with ..." Her words trailed off as she noticed the changes made to her schedule.
Ted Snider, the fireman who had a running ten o'clock on Tuesdays, had been
scratched out and replaced with the initials CSB. The whole day's lineup looked
the same, the only difference being a variation on the initials. Lacey felt the
absurd need to give in to a bout of nervous laughter.
Looking over to where Chance lay on his stomach, propped up on an elbow, she
asked, "What does the S stand for?"
He lifted a bushy brown brow but remained silent.
"CSB, your initials. What does the S stand for?"
She looked like a woman on the edge, making Chan ... read full excerpt from: Chance of a Lifetime ebook
