Chase Me (Paris Nights book 2)
“Mark asked with a crisp edge to his words, as if they’d spent too long on a temperamental grill. Being team leader of a group of men like them who had been sitting still for far longer than their temperaments could handle was not for the faint of heart.
Chase leaned back in his chair, locked his hands behind his head, opened his mouth, closed it…and a great, beatific grin spread across his face.
“I’m going to kill him,” Jake informed Mark. “God damn it. I spent the whole fucking night on a roof in forty degree rain. Isn’t it July?” Half Irish and half God knew what—mountain lion, probably—Jake had golden red hair and skin that should currently be deeply relieved to find itself in a rainy climate. The dense layering of dust-toned freckles on his skin had pretty much left no non-freckled space, after the Middle East.
“I had to keep her distracted!” Chase said. “Her brain scrambled. You know.” He grinned, feeling so big he was going to explode any moment. Hell, she was fine.
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