“Brit?” Was twice a problem? Did she really want this man to know how big a problem this was? “Oh, um, no. Not recently, no.” Her cheeks flashed hot. “No.”
Yeah, I think he’s got the “no” part.
He wasn’t looking at her like she’d sprouted wings, though, so hopefully she hadn’t made too much a fool of herself. “I should…probably go.” She gestured over her shoulder toward her car. “Don’t want to be late for work.”
She turned, but as she moved between her car and the next, that moment when Brit had spoken behind her flashed in her mind. Her steps faltered.
“You know…”
She turned back to Conlan.
He was digging in his back pocket. He pulled out a black leather wallet and flipped it open. From inside he retrieved a business card. He held it between his fingers, hesitating, then squared his shoulders. “Listen, I don’t know what your circumstances are, what’s going on, but I know when to listen to my instincts. Here.”
She took the card. JCL Security. The name and a local phone number were all that was listed. She glanced up at him.
“This company does private security here in Atlanta.”
So, not his phone number. “Oh, I don’t…”
He held up a hand. “Maybe you don’t. That’s okay. But I happen to know the owner, and they have some kick-ass self-defense instructors who are used to working with women in tough situations. If you need help, call them. Please.”
She frowned. “You sound like you’re pretty familiar with ‘tough situations.’”
“A few.” He stuffed his wallet back in his pocket, then offered her his hand. “And even if I’m wrong, it’s good knowledge for any woman to have. You should check them out.”
“Okay.” Stuffing her disappointment at his lack of personal interest down deep, she took his hand. “Thank you, Conlan.”
Their palms met, and a punch of heat shot up her arm, tightened her lower belly until she wanted to whimper. She’d harbored so many fantasies about this man. So many desires. And here he was, walking away. Longing tightened her throat, almost choking her as he released her hand.
“My pleasure, Jess.” Her name in that rough voice made her heart ache. He nodded toward the business card. “Think about it, okay? These guys are good at what they do.”
Unable to speak, she nodded. She didn’t want to see him walk away, so she turned first, moving toward her car without hesitation this time. She started the engine, glanced over her shoulder, and backed out. Somewhere to her right, the motorcycle she knew belonged to Conlan roared to life. She didn’t try for one last look; she kept her gaze on the road ahead, her mind on getting to work, and tried to forget the man with the power to make her want more.
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Ella Sheridan never fails to take her readers to the dark edges of love and back again. Strong heroines are her signature, and her heroes span the gamut from hot rock stars to alpha bodyguards and everywhere in between. Ella never pulls her punches, and her unique combination of raw emotion, hot sex, and action leave her readers panting for the next release.
Born and raised in the Deep South, Ella writes romantic suspense, erotic romance, and hot BDSM contemporaries. Start anywhere—every book may be read as a standalone, or begin with book one in any series and watch the ties between the characters grow.
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