by Linda Sands
“It was Ray’s. It’s his story.”
Reilly closed the book, smoothed his hand down its length, handed it back.
“It’s your story now.”
Sailor hugged the notebook to her chest. Reilly put his arm around her, started toward the elevator. “Did I ever tell you the one about the American, the German and the French guys about to be executed?”
Sailor shook her head, smiling, and punched the down button.
Paris stormed into the office and slammed the door behind her. “You!”
Banning turned from the window where he’d been standing, arms crossed and staring.
She said, “You are something else.”
Banning raised his brows. “Go on.”
Paris sauntered across the room. “I always knew you had it in you.”
Banning dropped his arms as she crushed herself against him, kissing him deeply, and lifting one Manolo-clad foot off the antique Persian rug in Ted Montgomery’s old office.
Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
EPILOGUE