"You investigated me?"
Wendy Moore stepped out of the bathroom wearing his white shirt. Her cheeks were flushed—whether from the steam or indignation, it was hard to say. The oversized men's shirt concealed her slender, shapely figure, yet only heightened her allure. Three buttons at the collar hung open, revealing the delicate curve of her ivory-white collarbones. The shirt fell just short of covering her hips and the tops of her thighs. This tantalizing half-exposure stirred a primal heat in any man.
Even Chase Fields, a man famed for his iron will, felt a surge of restless warmth coil through his veins.
His gaze grew hotter, more intense, burning into her until her face burned even brighter.
"How could I bring you home to share my bed without knowing everything about you?"
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