Ambrose Ward expected many things from Penny Lawson—lies, stonewalling, perhaps even a tearful plea for mercy. What he didn't expect was the sensation of her slender index finger tracing a slow, deliberate circle against the center of his palm as their hands met. It was a subtle, feline graze, a silent invitation offered under the very noses of the Joint Investigation Task Force.
He stood there for a heartbeat, internally stunned. He was here to dismantle a conspiracy of financial irregularities and potential murder, and this woman was making a pass at him. It was a move born of desperation, a "snake in a sundress" trying to find a new patron now that her old one was in the crosshairs.
While Penny was undeniably attractive in a sharp, corporate way, she lacked the depth Ambrose admired.
