Contents
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BLURB
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
Other Stories
DARED BY A DANGEROUS MAN
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DARED BY A DANGEROUS MAN © 2014 by Cleo Peitsche. All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.
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Season Two
Dared by a Dangerous Man
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DARED BY A DANGEROUS MAN (#6) is the first book in Season Two.
When assassin Corbin Lagos chose Audrey over his career, she believed nothing could come between them. But a stranger’s disturbing news, if true, will take Corbin away forever.
Her twin brother convinces her to invest everything in the family bounty hunting business even as she secretly accepts her first private investigation case.
Chapter 1
The kitchen was filled with crackling oil and the heavy aroma of frying onions. I hovered over the cast iron pan, a wooden spoon clutched awkwardly in my hand.
My dark hair was frizzed from chasing criminals and bail skips in the August heat, and I felt like a mess. But I’d promised to make dinner, and I was going to come through.
Even though I couldn’t cook.
Halfway across the room, the reason for my clumsiness had his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. I’d asked him to watch television, but he’d insisted on staying.
On staring.
His electric blue-green eyes flickered from the spoon to the pan. “Stir—”
“Heaven help me, I will throw this at you.” I meant it, too.
When Corbin took a step closer, I swung the spoon at him in warning. Greasy chopped onion flew in an arc.
He grabbed his open beer, took a swig, and leaned against a counter. He could act casual, but I saw the future in his eyes. In a few minutes, either he was going to take over dinner, or we were going to end up doing unsanitary things on the granite bar… And then he would take over dinner.
From the other room, Corbin’s cell phone rang, shattering our peaceful evening.
My back went stiff, and my breathing turned so shallow that by the time the noise stopped, I was lightheaded.
That was the first call today, and with any luck, also the last. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Corbin. If he wanted to answer, he would, and that would be the end of our happy little life together.
But he didn’t move, and I tried to relax.
“On the bright side, at least I’ll get to test my fire extinguisher,” he said. Despite the calm rumbling of his voice, I knew he was reaching the end of his patience.
I glared at him before scraping the spoon over the bottom of the pan. The onions were as brown as if they’d just come back from spring break in Daytona Beach.
“See? Nothing burned,” I said.
Cooking under the gaze of a former chef, one who’d had celebrities and royalty in his restaurant, wasn’t easy. Not hollering at a man who’d spent five years deep undercover as an assassin was much easier. Not because I thought he would hurt me. Though truth be told, he would absolutely hurt me. He’d grab my wrists together in one hand, pull down my pants and spank me. Then he’d shove himself deep inside. And I’d love it.
But if I lost my temper, he’d punish me by making me beg, then telling me no.
“I can’t watch,” he said as I dumped the bowl of mushrooms into the pan.
His phone rang again. It seemed louder, closer.
Frustrated, I banged the bowl onto the counter. “What? This is how you always do it.”
“That’s not how I do it, Audrey. You’re supposed to drain the milk.” He set down the bottle of beer and came behind me. “But that’s not such a big deal. We’ll just… You’ll just add less cream later.”
The second his warmth and masculine scent wrapped around me, I was lost. The ringing phone seemed to fade away. All I wanted was to lean back against him and close my eyes.
We were in the penthouse condo Corbin had bought two months earlier. It had skylights, two fireplaces, and recessed lights that blended seamlessly with the ceilings. You could talk to the computer, tell it to close blinds, open windows, or water the shrubs on the wraparound balcony. I had never heard of such a thing, but then I wasn’t rich like Corbin.
He’d purchased the condo because he was tired of the homey but small apartment I’d rented at the end of winter.
Corbin’s place was… It was home. I spent all my time there. If someone had asked me the color of my bathroom tiles, I’d have had to think about it.
“I’ll show you how I do it,” he said, his voice so se
ductive that I was ready to forget about dinner altogether. He skimmed his large palms down my forearms until he gripped the pan’s silicone handle. He adjusted my hold on the spoon, too.
“Like this,” he said as he moved my left hand in a rhythmic, circular motion.
“Exactly what I was doing.”
He jerked his hand back and forth. “Baby, this is what you were doing.” Amusement thickened his already deep voice.
Having someone instruct me on stirring was a bit insulting, but it was hard to be mad at him when his brawny body was pressed firmly against mine. And at least he didn’t get all take-chargey about my job even though he surely had plenty of ideas.
I was a bounty hunter. Along with my brother and father, we ran Stroop Finders, which was by far the most respected bounty hunting company in the area.
A guy with a background like Corbin’s knew how to find people who’d rather be left alone. He now sometimes tracked big bounties, which took him all over the country. I was jealous because that had been my dream.
Luckily for me—and for him—he only offered advice when asked.
Except in the kitchen.
… And the bedroom.
Despite the steam coming up from the pan, I shivered.
Corbin reached over to turn down the heat, and I let him. When he picked up the flour, I slipped away, taking up his former place against the counter.
Watching him cook was a lot more fun than doing it myself. As he added spices and herbs, his concentration total, I studied his profile.
The man was physically perfect. The first time I’d seen him, I’d wanted him. Broad shoulders, thick muscles, a deep voice and rugged sideburns. I loved the intoxicating way he smelled, the way he felt under my fingers, against my chest, between my legs. His square jaw was perpetually darkened with just enough stubble to make him look like the bad boy he was.
He’d been wearing his hair longer than when I’d met him. I liked it, the dark ends curling in all different directions.
He glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow, and I wondered how the hell I’d gotten so lucky. Other than being a pain in the ass to cook for, he was perfect.
“You need my help?” I asked.
“Always.”
His phone rang again and I almost screamed, but Corbin continued acting like he hadn’t heard. Scooping up a bit of the fragrant mixture in the pan, he motioned me over. He held the spoon to my lips. “Taste.”
I opened my mouth slightly and looked up at him as the tip of the spoon slid over my lips.
“Delicious,” I said, trying to ignore the phone. “Especially the onions.”
Corbin smiled.
I retreated and helped myself to his beer. “Are we going to talk about why they keep calling?” They would be his former employer, a secret government agency that technically didn’t exist.
After first quitting, he’d done some consulting for them, but that hadn’t been enough. They wanted him to come back. Eventually, their overtures had tapered off, but two days ago, the calls had started up again like crazy, far worse than before.
Something was happening. Obviously.
If it were a matter of life or death, if someone looking for revenge was closing in on where Corbin lived, the agency would have gotten in touch with him in a more direct manner. Corbin hadn’t made himself easy to locate, but he wasn’t exactly hiding in a cave, either.
They were calling because they needed him—or someone with his unique skill set.
We both knew that, but we hadn’t talked about it.
The phone quieted, but I could still hear the ring echoing through my skull.
I finished his beer, opened another. It didn’t help.
Darkness was descending on me, souring my mood. Realistically, how long would I get to keep Corbin? Three more months? A year?
The phone rang again, and I watched him carefully, searching for even a hint that he regretted his decision, that he wanted to leave his new life already, return to the excitement of what he’d had.
For all my scrutiny, I didn’t see anything but a sinfully sexy man engrossed in his cooking.
But this was Corbin Lagos. Poker face was his default expression; he never revealed anything he didn’t want to.
“If they call again, your phone is going over the balcony.” I pulled out another beer, but my stomach felt queasy.
What I hadn’t done even once was ask him if he missed it. Not the killing—I knew he’d been glad to get away from that.
But the rest… the tracking, the finding, the catching. The mental challenge of besting someone at his level. Bounty hunting wasn’t doing it for him. After playing with pros, amateurs weren’t a challenge. Not that he’d ever said as much.
Corbin stood just a few feet away. I could ask him. He wouldn’t lie to me.
But that was the problem. He wouldn’t lie, and I wasn’t ready to hear the answer.
Chapter 2
Corbin ended up cooking everything. It was a good thing he didn’t make a huge meal every night or none of my clothes would have fit me.
“I’ll clean up,” I said, stacking our plates. Mine had been shamelessly licked clean.
He helped me clear the table. “Movie?”
“Your turn to pick,” I said, dreading what awful film he had in mind.
I brushed the crumbs from the table into my cupped palm and carefully carried them to the sink.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
“Cleaning up.” I started rinsing the dishes and filling the dishwasher.
“Jamie can do that tomorrow,” he said impatiently. “Come on.”
I pretended not to hear. He knew I was uncomfortable leaving a mess for someone else to fix. I slotted a plate into the bottom rack.
“Guess I’ll have to fire everyone, then. Jamie’s saving up to send her oldest daughter to math camp. She can dip into that to pay her rent. I wonder how she’ll afford diapers for the baby…”
Sighing, I closed the dishwasher door. “You made your point.”
“My point is that I want you with me. Not cleaning. What good is money if I can’t buy more quality time with you?” He swept me up in his arms and carried me into the living room.
The movie featured a time machine and Neanderthals. It wasn’t the worst thing Corbin had ever subjected me to, but I’d been up since 4:30 in the morning, and my belly was full of rich food and wine. I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Hours later, I woke in bed. White-blue moonlight filtered in between the loosely closed drapes. The space beside me was disappointedly void of hot male. I waited a few minutes, thinking Corbin was in the bathroom or had gone to get a drink of water, but he didn’t come back.
I slowly sat up, shoved my tangled curls out of my eyes and stood, taking a moment to stretch lazily.
Quietly, I swung open the bedroom door and slipped out. The television was on, flashing mottled light at the end of the long hallway.
As I walked down, I could hear the news anchors discussing the heat wave. The worst was due to hit most of the United States and southern Canada within forty-eight hours.
Lucky us.
“It’s going to linger, folks,” one of the anchormen said. He sounded excited, and I supposed he was. He had to have been glad to stop covering the canned soup recall, which had dominated headlines the last few weeks. The weather probably wasn’t going to let up until November. This was one of those years. An unforgiving and interminable winter turned into an equally brutal summer. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
The only good thing about the heat was getting to wear shorts and skirts. Corbin appreciated them, and his appreciation had kept me a very satisfied woman indeed.
Corbin sat on the sofa, his back to me, his laptop open and his head inclined over the keyboard. There was tension in the way he held himself. Like a lion concentrated on an antelope. It was how he looked at me, sometimes.
I started toward him, intending to slip my fingers around his neck, down his s
hirt… to try to see if I could direct some of his attention to more naked pursuits.
The news was now covering a rock concert, the music blasting, and I wondered if, with all the noise for cover, it would be possible to sneak up on Corbin. That could be fun.
Or deadly.
Either way, worth the bragging rights if I pulled it off.
When I was still a few feet away, my attention shifted to his screen, and I almost gasped.
Glittering stones.
Elegant gold rings.
In my admittedly inexpert opinion, they looked like engagement rings. The screen changed to a woman holding out one hand, her eyes opened wide in surprise and delight.
I froze in place, incapable of movement or speech.
Corbin and I practically lived together. We talked about our future constantly. My friends and family considered us a couple for the long haul, and while I hadn’t yet met his mother, she expected our visit at the end of the year, for the holidays.
But despite all that, I wasn’t sure how I felt about making it officially permanent.
Corbin slowly closed the laptop’s cover. He was clearly deep in thought and hadn’t heard me. Yet.
I crept a few steps back, yawned—had to fake that—and let my bare feet slap quietly against the floor as I walked forward again. “What are you doing out here?”
He twisted as he pushed the computer off his lap, and he stared at me like he’d forgotten I was in the apartment, like he’d thought he was alone.
And… like he wasn’t really seeing me, even now.
An uneasy feeling crept down the back of my neck. Corbin was never caught off guard, and he never forgot when I was there.
We stared at each other. He wasn’t acting like a man who’d been looking at engagement rings and planning a romantic proposal. In fact, he seemed grief-stricken. And then his mask slipped into place, and I found myself staring at an attractive, attentive man who might as well have been a stranger.
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