She was a grown woman anda successful prosecutor, yetConnor Rafferty's raffish greetingmade Allison Whittaker feel likethat privileged teen he'd hauledfrom a blue-collar bar yearsbefore. It seemed that her familyhad employed the securitytycoon's services to safeguard herfrom recent death threats. Well,she could take care of herself.
It was his kiss she couldhardly handle.His barely restrained ardor should have been herwarning never to let him move into her home, merefootsteps from her bedroom. After all, he'd featuredprominently in her fantasies, even though he'dresisted being anything other than brotherly towardher. Until now. When neither of them could affordto be distracted.