Security Agent: Chase Wayland. He’s not looking for love either but his golden-eyes sure can lure a girl in. Chase is a former Marine turned owner of his own security firm. He also has a failed marriage under his belt and trust isn’t in his vocabulary. There’s only one way in Chase’s world and that’s his way, whether anyone else agrees or not.
Can these two live under the same roof after the incident? Chase seems to think so, as long as they ignore each other, play by his strict 'business only' policy and he makes Libby hate him. Libby thinks so, too, but she wants to do things her way. And her way means Chase’s resolve to be a good guy will be stretched to its limits, especially when she takes to the town in her red boots…
Securing a couple of drinks from Kandy as the noise picked back up, Chase headed for the door through which Libby fled. He located her lying on top of a picnic table, one hand on her forehead, the other dangling beside her with her legs swinging off one end. The moon’s beams acted like a spotlight pointing her out. If he hadn’t been grounded in the present, he’d have thought he stepped through a portal straight into a Shakespearean moment in time.
"Well, I suppose the question of whether or not to expect a lurking husband to chase my ass out of town in the morning has been addressed. Do you take to winged flight like that often?" Chase was completely taken by how stunning Libby looked laying there bathed in moonlight although he thought she looked a little on the skinny side now that he contemplated it. Hell, working two jobs would probably do that to a woman.
"No, I’m not married. As you heard, that was the ex. And as far as flying, around here just about anything is possible," Libby managed over a cynical laugh.
"A cheater. No further explanation needed as to why he's the ex," Chase said.
"You’d be surprised." She rose from the table to sit with her legs still dangling.
"I’m sorry about all that. Life is never dull around here, that’s for sure."
Handing her one of the glasses, Chase wondered if he could somehow rekindle the fire he’d been stoking until Daniel so conveniently doused it with ice water.
"You want to talk about it? The part I'd be surprised by I mean?" He propped one booted foot up on one of the benches flanking the table.
"Not particularly. Let’s try talking about you a while." Turning up her drink, Libby took such a long draw Chase wondered if she’d stop before it was empty. "You never did confirm my suspicion about whether you’re from Texas or not."
"As a matter of fact, I am. It is that obvious? Or have you seen so many people come and go you just pick up on all their quirks and accents after a while?" He imagined she’d seen it all at one time or other.
"Some of both I guess." She crossed her legs and tucked them up under her leaning her elbows on her knees. "I learned a lot from my father about reading people."
"Ah, yes, the man eating marine."
"Marine he is through and through. Semper Fi! Do or Die! Ooh-rah! Ooh-rah!" Libby’s drill instructor voice made Chase smile. "Of course you know the drill.
You were a marine at one time, weren’t you?"
Chase’s jaw twitched at the mention of the possibility. He could've gone a lifetime without that nerve being struck. Finishing her drink in one gulp, Libby set her glass down and sighed.
"Is that a hint, lady?" he asked honestly, alarmed at her ability to nearly inhale her alcohol.
"If you’re asking if I’m trying to get drunk, the answer is yes."
Chase ran a finger down her jaw crooking it under her chin, raising her face to look her in the eyes. Then dropping his hand and setting his glass down, he moved closer. His legs brushed hers and he placed his palms on her thighs.
"Are you going to tell me what it is you’re hoping your friend Jack is going to chase away tonight?" he prompted, kneading her legs.
"Believe me, it isn’t as interesting as you probably think." Libby’s eyes danced with heat and Chase’s cock jumped at the subtle acknowledgement. "I’m exhausted. I never thought at my age a person could be so damn tired. I’m just trying to take the edge off enough to sleep."
He moved one hand to the back of her head and ran his fingers through the curls hanging there. Twisting them around his fingers, Chase drew her in and stared into eyes filled with want and need as he took her lips under his with force. He teased their pliancy, nibbling first the top one then the bottom. Just when he thought she’d stopped breathing, he pried them apart and thrust his tongue inside, flirting with hers.
Chase’s heart pounded as Libby moved her hands to his chest welcoming his assault. Then he broke away as quickly as he’d engaged her. At some point he placed his hands on either side of her head and looked into her eyes again, searching. Planting one last gentle kiss on her forehead, he sighed.
"Sweetheart, believe me, I can show you much more pleasurable ways of inducing sleep than old Jack can," Chase told her, tracing her lower lip with one thumb.
"Well then, I really think I should warn you. You have no idea who you’re dealing with."