EMMA’S LIPS TINGLED where he touched them. As soon as he turned away, she reached up and rubbed the spot, trying to remove the startling reaction to his touch. The last thing she needed in her life was a man.
Especially one as impossibly appealing as Clovis Honeybun. He could easily get beneath her defenses and, before she knew it, she’d be mired in desire and her life would be even more complex.
Emma shook her head. “Not happenin’, Honeybun,” she murmured. But there was a sensual huskiness to her voice that made her frown. She would have to be very careful around her uninvited co-conspirator. In his own way, he was every bit as dangerous to Emma’s happiness as the man holding her daughter’s life in his hands.
Keeping an eye on the line of dark blue doors along the back of the building,
