f an hour, the burning emptiness in

ven if she had to chew on raw celery, she needed food now. Cracking the door open, she

rvice elevator, a heavy mechanical lock clicked lou

ized it immediately from the book. It was the entrance to Garrett's underground safe room, a private bunker fill

clinging tightly to his broad chest. Cold water dripped from his dark hair. He looked dangerously alluring, his whole

apped both hands over her eyes, but deliberately left her fingers spread wide open. Peeking through

However, seeing his usually timid wife practically drooling over him through her spread fingers, the storm in his mind mirac

noyed by his own lack of focus, he decided to turn his irritation on her to mask his shifting mindset. In

u spyin

agged. Georgia shrank back,

arving and looking

right hand shot out, his fingers clamping

hers, her frantic voice blas

imself in ice water whenever his freaky intimacy addiction flares up. No wonder he ends u

outside his personal physician knew about his neurological addictio

ches from hers, his voice d

se do yo

is eyes, Georgia forced tears into

ything, I swear!

dirty secrets backwards and forwards, but right now, all I care

w so much? Yet, realizing she actually cared more about a cheeseburger than the deadly danger she was in, his deep suspicion collided with sheer abs

separated, the hallwa

ar every single thought in his wife's head whenever he touched her. He looked Georgia up and down. The co

orgia edged toward the ma

out of this wing," Garrett said,

t watched her retreating figure, a calculating gleam in his eyes. He was going to peel aw