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“I’ve walked this room all morning, racking my brain for a way to help her forget this mess, and still nothing,” Hawke said. Greg shook his head in disbelief. “I’ve never seen you like this. Are you going to make it?” “I honestly don’t know,” Hawke said hoarsely. “I’ve never been in love before.”

“Go ahead. I’ve been drugged, shot, used, lied to, and now exposed as some sort of femme fatal. It can’t get any worse.”

Why is an ARCHITECT oiling up firefighters and taking their pictures? Wouldn't they hire a professional photographer to do that for the calendar?

He’d be a lying fool if he said he hadn’t wanted her from the minute he saw her. Her beauty alone reeled him in, but that he could work around. Her calm, peaceful, reasonable, compassionate nature, though, well, that sucker punched him right in the gut. And now he would have to throw a few punches of his own. Right to her heart.

“I’m not clear about last night’s events,” she told Max. “According to your tox screen, Someone slipped Rohypnol in your wine.” Rachel frowned. “Rohypnol?” “Ruffies, the date rape drug.” Rachel swallowed hard. Hawke gave her hand another squeeze. “I’ve read about it. Apparently the younger male party uses it most."

“So, since you’re parked in the middle of these trees, why don’t you slide out of this coat and I’ll return it on my way back to the Suburban?” “I don’t have much on underneath,” she whispered. He raised a hand and caressed the side of her face with his knuckles. “Show me.”

“Oh, Hawke, you idiot! She thinks we’re married!” Rachel’s eyes grew wide once again as she glanced at Francine. “You’re not?” Oh great, open mouth, insert foot. “I’m sorry for my assumption. More than 70% of couples live together rather than marry, but still, this is between the two of you.” Francine giggled. “She’s very intelligent, Hawke.”

Despite the electricity boiling his blood, his insides quivered at the tenderness of her kiss. His heart threatened to jump out of his chest. She felt so right. Warm, soft, pliable, his for the taking. But not here. Not now. His head swam as he lifted his lips from hers. “Just for the record, Rachel, brains are beautiful.”

“Take it easy, Hawke. Stick to the plan. You’re just supposed to seduce her, like always.” Max’s booming command caused Hawke to shove his thoughts of Rachel to the side and at least attempt to appear smooth. “What makes you think I’m planning anything more?” Hawke shrugged. “She’s a suspect and I have to do whatever it takes to get close to her.”

Her jaw fell open. “What are you doing?” Hawke stood inches from her with his hands between his legs and a smirk on his face. ”Not what you think.” He moved his hands to the side. “My zipper is jammed. You’re going to have to help me.” Mortified, all she could do was stare like a star struck idiot. This is not happening. “You have got to be kidding.” “I wish like hell I was.”

Humour, romance et mystère. C'est léger, divertissant. Un SEAL rock star depuis longtemps c'est vraiment de la fiction. Comme je le disais, divertissant.

Maybe it's because I didn't read the blurb, but I'm feeling a little like 'what the fuck is going on?" right now