Protected by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche

Author:Cleo Peitsche
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bdsm romantic suspense, alpha hero, billionaire, assassin, novel
Publisher: Cleo Peitsche

I hardly slept that night, and when the first blades of sunlight sliced through the curtains, I gave up trying.

On his side of the bed, Corbin was awake, too.

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked.

“Omelets could be nice, if you feel like cooking.” I wished I could think of something more convoluted and difficult, but I doubted I could get away with requesting a soufflé for breakfast.

“Your wish is my command,” he said.

Yeah, right, I thought. If only it were that easy. “Let me shower first.”

I took my time. The longer I could stretch out the morning, the better. As the warm water washed over me, a vague plan started to form.

Henry would have to go back to prison. The sheriff’s department might not be on my side anymore, but there had to be a way. Maybe I could plant drugs on him or… I’d figure out something.

The more difficult part of my plan would be convincing Corbin to hold off.

But if I could get him to leave town…

I toweled off and dressed, choosing a modest black skirt, knee-high boots that were both comfortable and stylish, and a button-down denim shirt layered over a tank top.

I stepped into the hallway and the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked bread.

Corbin was sitting on the balcony, casually leaning back in his chair and looking toward the swan pond. Two glasses of fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice were sitting on the table next to him along with a plate of fresh biscuits, still steaming from the oven. Just one look and I knew they were flaky and buttery and would melt on my tongue.

Taking a seat, I reached for a biscuit and the jar of apricot preserves we’d picked up at a roadside stand.

“You look nice,” Corbin said.

“Thanks.” The biscuit was so hot that it burned my fingers as I broke it into pieces. “I was thinking,” I said as I smoothed the preserves over a bite-sized morsel, “that you should probably go to France, see this thing through. Get closure with your ex once and for all. Real closure.”

Making the suggestion didn’t hurt, not when Corbin’s freedom was at stake.

“There’s coffee in the kitchen,” Corbin said.

“I can come, too, so you won’t have to worry about anything happening to me.”

“I’m not needed in France.” He picked up his empty coffee cup and left the balcony.

Even two weeks earlier, the idea of sending Corbin to reunite with his ex would have made me insane. Now I was trying to push him toward it. Funny how things could change—the thought of the other Audrey could still make my mouth turn dry and set the world spinning, but she was better than letting Corbin kill Henry.

Corbin returned with two cups of coffee. He set one down in front of me. “I’ll make the omelets in a few minutes,” he said. As he was sitting, his phone rang.

Please let it be an emergency in Paris or DC, I pleaded silently. Somewhere far away, and something that Corbin couldn’t get out of.

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