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Chase was handsome in faded jeans and dusty cowboy boots, but in a tuxedo, he could stop traffic. “Hello,” she managed to say.

“Hello.” His gaze swept her from head to toe, then returned with disconcerting slowness until he looked into her eyes again. The heat in his own eyes left no doubt that he liked what he saw.

Raine felt his slow survey as if he’d stroked his hand over her bare skin. Her body reacted with heat that began low in her belly, spreading quickly until she burned.

“So,” she said nervously. “How does it feel to be consorting with the enemy?”

He laughed, the deep chuckle reverberating up her spine.

“Ask me again when this is over. I’ll let you know.”