Red Letter Nights by Alison Kent; Karen Anders; Jeanie London

Author:Alison Kent; Karen Anders; Jeanie London
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Anthology
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2005-04-08T23:00:00+00:00

4

JACK WOKE in Chloe’s arms. She had herself wrapped around him, her sweet face pressed against his back. He gently shifted until he could look at her. She continued to sleep. He continued to watch her and thought he’d never seen a woman more at peace than Chloe.

Her life here in the court was idyllic. He came from a much more chaotic part of New Orleans. One that required he be a street fighter just to survive. Taken in by the illusion they could make the world a better place to live, he and his brother had joined the NOPD. Christien had been a damn fine cop, but that boy hadn’t been able to handle the rules and regulations the law required. He’d chafed at the system, claiming it worked against the police more than it helped them.

Jack knew the system was flawed, still, it was the system they had. And he was loathe to leave it.

Christien seemed to have settled down as a P.I., but Jack wasn’t convinced that his brother was happy now that he was no longer a cop. Jack guessed that Christien couldn’t let go his former profession. Using a lot of contacts in the police department to get the information he needed to do his job effectively kept him connected.

Chloe shifted and a lock of her red curly hair fell across her beautiful face. He reached over and took it between his fingers, rubbing the softness.

She opened her green eyes and smiled so sweetly, he leaned over and kissed her mouth.

“Good morning, handsome,” she said, her eyes still sleepy.

“Are you one of those cheerful morning people?” he said with mock disgust.

“’Fraid so, mister. I pop out of bed with a smile on my face and whistle a merry tune while I’m talking to the birds and little woodland creatures.”

He chuckled. “Is it contagious?”

“It could be. If you hang around more often, you too could be talking to the birds yourself.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” He smiled.

His cell phone rang and he reached across her to fumble for it in the pocket of his shorts.

“Hello,” he said, his voice raspy. “Chris. What’s up?”

He settled back against the fluffy pillows.

Chloe slipped out of bed completely naked and stretched. Enjoying the view, he slowly slid his gaze upward. His mouth went dry as he took in curvaceous hips, a slim waist, and breasts, perfectly rounded, tipped with succulent pale pink nipples. She bent over and picked up a flowered robe off the floor. Shrugging into it, she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled like an angel—a direct contradiction to her blatantly seductive pose. Jack lost his mind.

“Jack? Jack!”

“Sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?” he said slipping easily into Cajun French.

“Jolie’s been trying to call you. You know how little sisters can be. I figured you were working that bank hostage scene. You okay?”

“Feeling great.”

“Call her, she’s worried.”

“I will.”

“You’re going over to père’s on Christmas Eve, right?”

“Plan on it. I’m bringing someone with me,” he said.

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