Hot Target by April Hunt

Author:April Hunt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2018-04-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

After two hours of lying low, Rachel inspected her new and improved hair from left to right, angling her head to look at it from different vantage points. Maybe she’d taken the undercover thing a degree too far, but nothing could be done about it now.

About seven inches of wavy auburn hair currently lay on top of an empty Sweet Mahogany Clairol box, leaving Rachel with a stylishly shagged and shoulder-length cut. The style lightened her head by a good few pounds, or at least that’s how it felt.

Adding to the drastic transformation was Charlie’s sleuthing outfit.

The black leather pants clung to her legs like a second skin, making them look miles longer than reality, and the dark, curve-hugging tank left little to the imagination. If this was the operative’s idea of low-key, Rachel dreaded seeing what she’d chosen for their appearance at Sinful Players.

“Here’s goes nothing.” Unable to procrastinate any further, Rachel tucked her burner cell into her cleavage and opened the door.

One step and she collided with a rock-solid chest. She bounced back, off balance and arms flailing. Logan quickly settled her back on her feet—and against him.

“I realize I’m known for making the ladies swoon, but that has to be a new record. I don’t even think you had the chance to lay eyes on me,” Logan’s deep voice teased.

“Guess you’re growing more potent.”

Rachel braved a glance up, and holy hotness. Dressed in a Henley, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and dark jeans, Logan epitomized masculine perfection. Him in any outfit—cowboy attire, camo, or a glittery ballerina costume—put women aged sixteen years to eighty at risk of drowning in a puddle of their own drool.

Logan’s gaze traveled down the length of her body, lingering on her legs before traveling back up in a lazy stroll. As his gray eyes darkened, his grip on her hips tightened. “You look fucking incredible, darlin’. I don’t know whether to thank Charlie or strangle her. Keeping my head on straight is going to be one hell of a challenge.”

Rachel rolled her eyes at the exaggeration. Nothing took Logan’s attention away from a mission, but the compliment still conjured a little stomach flutter.

“You cut your hair.” Logan tucked a strand of now-dark-brown hair behind her ear. The lock stubbornly bounced back into position along her cheek.

“Uh. Yeah. I may have gotten a little carried away.” Any concern about her self-imposed new haircut was melted away by the heated look in his eyes. “You like it?”

His fingers slipped into the shortened strands, brushing her cheek in the process. “I love it. I mean, I loved the long locks too, but this suits you. It’s spunky. Edgy.”

She cocked a dark eyebrow, fighting not to laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called edgy. Maybe before Honduras, but definitely not since.”

Rachel quieted. But unlike at other times, mentioning her time in captivity didn’t paralyze her. Steady and sure, her heart continued at a slow trot, and each breath eased in and out through her lungs without so much as a quick catch.

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