Attending her best friend’s wedding, the last thing on Lisa Rose’s mind is falling in love. Surviving a gunshot wound, inflicted by her late husband, stole her faith in men. So why can’t she ignore the best man’s attempts to charm her? Unable to fight the chemistry between them Lisa invites him to her hotel room. With the sheets still warm, she learns Colby is an undercover detective. Her worst nightmare. A man with a gun.
Hoping to understand her attitude toward cops, the subject that suddenly changed her mood, Colby does a quick search and learns of the tragic night Lisa narrowly escaped death at the hands of her husband.
Digging further, he uncovers a web of deceit when one of the crime scene photos doesn’t support the cases theory. Colby is torn between the cop, who needs to solve a murder, and the man who understands pursuing this would upset the woman he loves. The cop wins, putting Lisa in jeopardy when the real murderer is revealed.
Revenge, greed and betrayal lead to Lisa’s kidnapping leaving her no choice but to trust Colby with her life, and eventually her heart.
Rushing down the ramp, Lisa returned the flight attendant’s harried greeting and headed to the back of the plane to take her assigned seat, 20-F. At row twenty she checked the number again. She had the right number. Someone sat in the wrong seat. “Excuse me?” Lisa growled impatiently to the back of the head staring out the window. “You’re in my seat.”
He turned. Their eyes met and Lisa froze. Yowza. Finding herself locked in a stare with a pair of hypnotic green eyes, Lisa couldn’t speak.
He could. “No.” He calmly pulled a boarding pass from the pocket of a well-worn flannel shirt. “I’m not.” He tapped the number on his paper, gestured to the number above the window. “20-F is my seat.”
Lisa’s head spun as the air between them sizzled with a sensual awareness so powerful she blinked to break the potent contact. “Th…then there’s been a mistake,” she stuttered. “I have 20-F.” She shoved the paper in his direction, hitting the passenger in the middle seat. “See? It says so. Right here.”
The man with the emerald eyes shrugged. “I got here first.”
She wanted to wipe the smart-ass grin from his tan face so badly, but before she could respond the flight attendant cleared her throat. “Is there a problem here?”
Handing her ticket to the attendant, Lisa complained, “He’s in my seat.”
The attendant’s brows narrowed. “I’m sorry, miss. I’m afraid this flight’s been overbooked. Since you failed to check in thirty-minutes prior to take off, and this gentleman was here first, I’m afraid you’ll have to take another flight.”
Lisa looked over at the gentleman in her seat. It’d have been a lot easier to beg if he was old, or going bald. Why’d her seat thief have to look so good? And why was she standing in the aisle of an airplane drooling over a stranger? Especially a stranger with hair longer than her own. She preferred clean cut men, but something about this man with shoulder-length locks grabbed her attention.
Turning back to him, Lisa tried to sound sincere in her lie. “Please, I’m supposed to be in New York for work. I could get fired if I miss this flight. Couldn’t you take another one?”
“What makes you so sure my business in New York’s not as important as yours?” He shook his head. “If you’d gotten here first I’d be the one leaving. Lucky for me, you waited til the last second.” Dismissing her with a wave of his hand, he added, “Run along, doll. You’re holding up the plane.”
“Doll?” Lisa snarled. “Why you arrogant jerk. I hope…”
The flight attendant’s not so gentle grip on her shoulder stopped her. “Please, miss. We really do need to take off. I apologize for your inconvenience, but you must go now.” The attendant tugged at her bag.
Lisa tugged back. “There’s just got to be an empty seat. I’ll take yours. You stand most of the time anyway.”
“Get the airlines approval and I’ll be glad to let you ride on my lap.” The thief winked.