Lucky Shot by Daniels B.J

Author:Daniels, B.J. [Daniels, B.J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2015-12-04T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“ARE YOU TRYING to get me drunk?”

Max grinned across the narrow table in the dark back corner of the bar. “Is it working?”

“I don’t ever cry, let alone fall apart like I did earlier.” She waved a hand through the air, still embarrassed that she’d broken down in the prison parking lot. “I’ve always been the strong, determined, stubborn one in the family.”

“Sounds like a boring, tedious and tiring job. Have you ever thought about saying to hell with it and letting down your hair? You might be surprised what happens.”

He’d ordered for her. She hadn’t minded, feeling surprisingly safe with Max. The alcohol had lightened her up. She was actually having fun. It didn’t hurt that she was with a charming, handsome, incredibly sexy man. Or that she was starting to like him. A lot.

That alone should have scared her. She hadn’t let her guard down around a man in so long...

“There is a wild, adventurous, free-spirited woman in you who is fighting to get out,” Max said.

She laughed. “Does that line actually work on women?”

“I’ve never said that to any woman before.” He made an X over his heart with his index finger.

Kat studied him for a moment, amazed that she’d let him talk her into any of this. Even more amazed that she could laugh after everything she’d been through since making Max Malone’s acquaintance.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

He shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. “I have a rule. I never get involved with anyone connected to a story I’m working on.”

“Really? But you want to see me let my hair down anyway?”

His smile was almost sad. “I got a glimpse of that woman a few nights ago in the Pacific. I was enchanted, so, yes, I’d love to see her again.”

She felt a flush move up her neck at his words, at the memory of the kiss, the feel of his hands on her wet, warm skin. She quickly changed the subject.

“You know this would be funny, if it wasn’t so horrible. I keep seeing the headline in one of the tabloids. My Mother Was a Terrorist—Senator’s Daughter Tells All.”

“Not a bad headline,” Max said.

She took another sip of her drink as she perused him over the rim of the glass, before she said, “I sometimes forget that you’re a reporter. That all this is just a story for you.”

He grew serious as he looked over at her. “It’s become more than that, Kat, and I think we both know it.”

“Why am I helping you?” She asked the question she’d been asking herself since the beginning.

“You’re helping yourself. You’ve wanted to know the truth long before I came along. Or am I wrong about that?”

She shook her head. “But wouldn’t a loving, caring, compassionate daughter try to protect her mother? Her family?”

He smiled. “That is exactly what you are trying to do, because you know your mother is the woman formerly known as Red.”

Kat felt tears burn her eyes the way the alcohol burned like a warm fire in her stomach.

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