Phoenix by Amanda McKinney

Author:Amanda McKinney [McKinney, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734013368
Publisher: HH Tisevich
Published: 2020-03-18T16:00:00+00:00

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Phoenix

After shutting down that impending psychoanalysis, I followed Rose Flower up her sloping backyard, and while I kept one eye surveying the woods, the other kept drifting to the curves of her ass and the hypnotic sway that was no match for anything with a pair of balls. Who would’ve thought I’d think wide-legged slacks were sexy? Or any stuffy, boring office suit for that matter? Most of the women I’d dated considered a cutoff denim skirt as black tie.

There had been an immediate, visceral reaction the first moment I saw Dr. Rose Floris. A normal reaction considering the woman was smokin’ hot, but what wasn’t normal was the dip in my stomach the second our eyes met. Nerves, but something deeper. Something that I was certain I hadn’t felt with another woman. But that was nothing—nothing—compared to the moment she told me she was being stalked. The fire that had ignited inside me was so intense, it reminded me of being in a war zone. A protectiveness that rivaled what I felt for my own brothers. A possessiveness that flicked a switch in me, a dangerous desperation to keep her both safe and to eliminate anyone who challenged that.

Anyone who challenged me.

Who challenged what was mine.

Mine.

My Rose Flower.

I didn’t like what this woman was doing to me. I knew I was stubborn and short-tempered. Always had been. But after waking up from the coma, that temper was on steroids—like my feelings for her. It unnerved me in a way I hadn’t felt before, and my logical side was screaming that this weird tangle of emotions was the last thing I needed.

Logical? Or maybe it was that commitment-phobe she’d so quickly pinned.

The woman had me swinging on a pendulum ranging between lust, annoyance, disdain, respect, admiration, and whatever the heck my stomach did when she looked at me.

It was unsafe. I was unsafe. Unpredictable… and she made me so much more unpredictable.

I didn’t like it.

I needed to control it.

I needed to tuck it away on a shelf, because, above all else someone needed to keep the independent, stubborn, annoying Rose Floris safe.

And that man was going to be me.

I took a note of the single lock on her front door, then followed her inside the cabin.

I wasn’t sure what I’d expected but it wasn’t what I got. Based on Rose’s designer clothes, luxury handbags, and BMW—that looked like a tennis shoe, by the way—I’d expected modern, sleek furniture, pink pillows, bejeweled knick knacks and a stack of rom-coms that stretched to the ceiling. What I got was an earthy, masculine color palette and minimal furniture. Each piece was arranged in ninety-degree angles and identical inches apart. The place was spotless. I’m talking not a speck of dirt anywhere.

A plaid loveseat sat across from a brown leather couch covered with monochrome pillows and a red afghan blanket. Over a beige, woven rug was a cherry oak coffee table, gleaming with what surely took an entire bottle of Pledge. A stack of coasters sat in the middle, of course.

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