Dangerous by Jacquelyn Frank Read Free Book Online Page A

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    The next day, Liam turned in his office chair to look down on the traffic moving through the compound drive. As usual, someone was always coming or going. The compound was a hub of activity from dawn to dusk, and beyond, if they were training in night tactics. At the moment, his team was swarming around the equipment shed, gearing up for the initial installation at the Candler manor house. Liam could see the warehouse from his window and the activity moving smoothly along.
    After the main Candler residence was secure, he would send a team on to her primary offices and others to her secondary residences. There was a helicopter and associated pads on the tops of her business buildings, and a private jet, also for convenience. And secrecy, he noted. He was beginning to see why it was so easy for her to conceal herself when she barely set foot onto unfamiliar or uncontrolled grounds.
    Securing the secondary and tertiary offices and residences would be organized according to Devon’s future plans to visit them. There was also a fleet of cars to take into consideration.
    While she had been extremely open to all of Liam’s suggestions so far, Devon was finicky about her privacy in certain understandable ways. He’d had no arguments with her so far, but he was certain to step on her toes eventually. He invariably clashed with clients on the issue of where security ends and where privacy begins. It was inevitable.
    And she most definitely was now his client.
    It had been the photograph of her blood spilled across that bed that had committed him. The idea of her fighting off an assassin while she’d been shot had won him over in a heartbeat. There was nothing more impressive to him than a tough woman who knew how to handle herself in a moment of supreme danger. Especially when she came in such unexpectedly elegant packaging. Incredibly sexy packaging. Much too gorgeous to risk losing on a ‘next time’ possibility where she might not make it out with her life.
    Liam groaned when he realized how unprofessional and sexist that sounded, even if it was only in his own brain. He threw down his digital pen and watched it roll across the top of his desk. The neglected schedule he was supposed to be working on flashed on his tablet in irritable reminder of his slacking. He ran both hands over his head, raking his fingers through his short-cropped hair.
    The trouble was, he couldn’t get their first meeting out of his head. That wicked dress she’d worn, so casually showing off a perfect body, her obvious wit, and the strange exotic beauty of her features. The feel of her hands on his thighs. Warm palms he’d felt burning through the material of his blacks even though the cloth wasn’t exactly thin. Then that teasing stroke of her fingers . . .
    Liam cursed aloud as his entire body tightened with the memory, mimicking his initial reactions perfectly. He brushed his hand across his fly, adjusting himself away from his sudden discomfort.
    â€œClients are off limits,” he reminded himself aloud, as if it would change the aroused state of his body, not to mention the memories of her that were haunting his mind like teasing wraiths.
    He turned back toward his office window, leaning forward to watch Inez and Kellen spar in a little hand-to-hand on the lawn. The pair often had philosophical arguments about different maneuvers in their differing forms of martial arts and it invariably ended up in a sparring match to prove the winning point. He ought to reprimand them for goofing off when they had other duties to perform, but he had a hard time doing that when they were goofing off over training techniques.
    Liam believed that Inez and Kellen were his best team for a reason, and that reason could very well be the way they constantly challenged themselves and each other. Inez was determined to prove that a single mother with a child could flourish in this career choice without