•Dancing to Eartha Kitt’s sultry list of all goodies she expected Santa
Baby to put under her tree, Lily slid down the pole and stifled a sigh. A
blue convertible? A sable? A Tiffany ring? Right! Like Lily could
expect anything remotely like that under her tree! How about first
making sure she had a tree.
•At that moment she saw him. The
big man with the shaggy blond hair and gleaming dark eyes was leaning
casually back in his chair. His narrowed expression was hard, knowing.
It was clear that he was studying her.
•Stunned, she quickly
looked away, her carefully honed rules fleeing in her panic. The
imposing man had “cop” written all over him. Squashing down her terror,
Lily pasted a professional smile on her face, waved to the screaming
crowd, and fled the stage.
•Anyone who’d ever tangled with dirty
cops knew that the hard blue line protected the most egregious acts
committed by one of their brothers. If anyone doubted that was true all
they had to know was that Aiden was a free man and Lily was on the run.
•Lily’s only hope was that this time she and Gabriella had gone far enough, fast enough, that he wouldn’t be able to find them.
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