Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress

e Creek. A sudden, violent shudder ripped through the chassis of th

he dashboard. "Dammit! There's ze

tall and broad-shouldered, his dark suit jacket pulling tight across his back. His s

uring from under the hood. "We are going to miss th

ight hand, thumb finding the heavy black r

two miles up the road," he said, vo

ed under their Italian leather shoes. Dus

orrugated iron structure came into view. F

ve got to be kidding me. You think some back

the half-open rolling metal door. The sharp cl

usty interior. The air smell

justed to the sh

alfway under the chassis of a lifted truck. Grease-stained cargo pant

ic clankin

he creeper rolled out from un

ks of grease smeared across one sharp cheekbone. Her eye

o find a girl in a place like this-let alone a girl with a fa

a heavy-duty wrench. His eyes narrowed. He could smell it on her-no

on his signature playboy smile. He took a s

the heavy wrench onto a metal t

said. One word.

breath, completely thrown off. His charm usuall

himself in front of Pierce. His presenc

ice was deep, carrying the weight of a ma

y shifted her

. The air in the

en her eyes flicked to his left wrist. A li

the grease from her fingers. The corner of h

res. Cash.

gures? For a backwoods mechanic?" He re

single hand. Pie

pulled out a thick stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills. He

e, but her mind calculated quickly. She needed untraceab

into her pocket with

. Ricky jumped from the

ig. Go get

fired up the rusted tow truc

ell over

d motorcycle sitting on a stand. His

, not looking at her, "is professional-grade racing

rigid. The muscles

y between Graham and the bike. H

, her voice dropping to a lethal wh

didn't feel insulted. Instead, something dark and fascinated sparked in his