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Authors: Elisabeth Naughton
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goddamn beer, you ass. I want my rock.”
Hailey lifted her bottle. “I like her.”
He did, too. And that was going to be a real problem. Especially when she found out just what he wanted from her.
Rafe set her unwanted beer on the only undamaged end table in the room. “She’s got a mouth on her.”
Hailey grinned. “I thought you liked that in a woman.”
That tempting mouth of Lisa’s dropped open again,reigniting the arousal in his gut. “Hello? I’m standing right here.”
Hailey glanced at Rafe. “I really like her. She’d keep you on your toes. Gonna keep her?”
Lisa dropped onto the window seat and rubbed her temples. “I’ve stumbled into a bad version of To Catch a Thief. ”
Hailey laughed and leaned back in her chair. The beer in her hand spilled over onto the carpet.
“Hey,” Rafe exclaimed. “I know the house is trashed and you don’t live here anymore, but show some respect.” He flipped over another chair and sat.
“Sorry.” Hailey tried to choke back the laughter. “I didn’t realize she was the one. Damn, she’s fast.”
“The one?” Lisa’s fiery gaze snapped to Rafe. “She knows?”
Rafe tipped the beer up to his lips and took a long swallow, eyes locked on Lisa’s over the bottle. A tingling ran through his stomach as she watched him. It didn’t matter that it was hatred making those emeralds shine, they were still just as piercing as they’d been when she’d wanted to screw the hell out of him in Italy.
“Yep. She’s the one,” he said, ignoring Lisa’s question.
“Well.” Hailey smiled. “You could have done worse.”
He still could. Knowing his damn luck, he probably would. He was running out of time to find the Furies, and if Lisa Maxwell couldn’t get Tisiphone for him, he was going to have to break his promise. And that wasn’t an option.
Rafe rose. Being trapped between his ex-wife and the woman he’d been fantasizing about for the past week wasn’t a place he wanted to be. “I need dry clothes. Keep an eye on her, would you? Make sure she doesn’t trash anything else.”
C HAPTER F IVE
Lisa scowled as Rafe headed for the hall. The longer she sat there, the higher her blood pressure soared. Her gaze flicked to the blonde police officer seated across from her, the woman who was clearly more than just Rafe Sullivan’s friend.
Why did she care so much? He could screw whomever the hell he wanted. It wasn’t her business or her problem, and she sure wasn’t going to let it be either.
She straightened. “I don’t care what the heck he said, I didn’t break in here.”
Hailey’s smile faded. “He says you did.”
“Don’t believe that. He’s a liar and an ass.”
Hailey laughed. “No argument there. But he’s a damn good thief. You have to give him credit. He got by you, didn’t he?”
Unable to believe they were even having this conversation, Lisa grimaced. “You know he’s a criminal? And that doesn’t bother you?”
“Of course I know. That’s how we met. I busted him for B and E.”
“I got off for lack of evidence,” Rafe called from the other room.
“I let you off, pretty boy,” Hailey tossed back.
Lisa dropped her head into her hands and groaned. There were some things a woman shouldn’t have to sufferthrough. Listening to a man she’d almost had a wild one-night stand with—and one who still heated her veins—flirt with his girlfriend or lover or what ever the hell this woman was to him was one.
Fantasizing about kicking the girlfriend out so she could have her way with that man was two.
“And his record does bother me,” Hailey added, “which is one of the reasons we’re not married anymore.”
Married? Lisa glanced up sharply. Oh, this was getting better and better.
Hailey winked. “The other is that we just weren’t right for each other. Underneath this little hobby of his, though, he’s a pretty good guy.”
“And I thought you didn’t love me anymore,” Rafe teased from the
Hailey lifted her bottle. “I like her.”
He did, too. And that was going to be a real problem. Especially when she found out just what he wanted from her.
Rafe set her unwanted beer on the only undamaged end table in the room. “She’s got a mouth on her.”
Hailey grinned. “I thought you liked that in a woman.”
That tempting mouth of Lisa’s dropped open again,reigniting the arousal in his gut. “Hello? I’m standing right here.”
Hailey glanced at Rafe. “I really like her. She’d keep you on your toes. Gonna keep her?”
Lisa dropped onto the window seat and rubbed her temples. “I’ve stumbled into a bad version of To Catch a Thief. ”
Hailey laughed and leaned back in her chair. The beer in her hand spilled over onto the carpet.
“Hey,” Rafe exclaimed. “I know the house is trashed and you don’t live here anymore, but show some respect.” He flipped over another chair and sat.
“Sorry.” Hailey tried to choke back the laughter. “I didn’t realize she was the one. Damn, she’s fast.”
“The one?” Lisa’s fiery gaze snapped to Rafe. “She knows?”
Rafe tipped the beer up to his lips and took a long swallow, eyes locked on Lisa’s over the bottle. A tingling ran through his stomach as she watched him. It didn’t matter that it was hatred making those emeralds shine, they were still just as piercing as they’d been when she’d wanted to screw the hell out of him in Italy.
“Yep. She’s the one,” he said, ignoring Lisa’s question.
“Well.” Hailey smiled. “You could have done worse.”
He still could. Knowing his damn luck, he probably would. He was running out of time to find the Furies, and if Lisa Maxwell couldn’t get Tisiphone for him, he was going to have to break his promise. And that wasn’t an option.
Rafe rose. Being trapped between his ex-wife and the woman he’d been fantasizing about for the past week wasn’t a place he wanted to be. “I need dry clothes. Keep an eye on her, would you? Make sure she doesn’t trash anything else.”
C HAPTER F IVE
Lisa scowled as Rafe headed for the hall. The longer she sat there, the higher her blood pressure soared. Her gaze flicked to the blonde police officer seated across from her, the woman who was clearly more than just Rafe Sullivan’s friend.
Why did she care so much? He could screw whomever the hell he wanted. It wasn’t her business or her problem, and she sure wasn’t going to let it be either.
She straightened. “I don’t care what the heck he said, I didn’t break in here.”
Hailey’s smile faded. “He says you did.”
“Don’t believe that. He’s a liar and an ass.”
Hailey laughed. “No argument there. But he’s a damn good thief. You have to give him credit. He got by you, didn’t he?”
Unable to believe they were even having this conversation, Lisa grimaced. “You know he’s a criminal? And that doesn’t bother you?”
“Of course I know. That’s how we met. I busted him for B and E.”
“I got off for lack of evidence,” Rafe called from the other room.
“I let you off, pretty boy,” Hailey tossed back.
Lisa dropped her head into her hands and groaned. There were some things a woman shouldn’t have to sufferthrough. Listening to a man she’d almost had a wild one-night stand with—and one who still heated her veins—flirt with his girlfriend or lover or what ever the hell this woman was to him was one.
Fantasizing about kicking the girlfriend out so she could have her way with that man was two.
“And his record does bother me,” Hailey added, “which is one of the reasons we’re not married anymore.”
Married? Lisa glanced up sharply. Oh, this was getting better and better.
Hailey winked. “The other is that we just weren’t right for each other. Underneath this little hobby of his, though, he’s a pretty good guy.”
“And I thought you didn’t love me anymore,” Rafe teased from the
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