I winced at the man who’d stepped into the reception area. Chris Woodward, manager of this branch of Cornerstone, had come to see me not long after I’d settled on Anchor and set up my law office. I had no doubt that he’d heard I’d bought a house on the bluff and came from east coast money. The man had been smarmy and grasping. I’d been planning to find a local accountant, but two minutes with this man had me staying put with my CPA in Boston.

“Sorry, Chris. I’m here on personal business.” I sidestepped the man and headed through the open space dotted with cubicles, weaving through until I found one of the nicer offices with a familiar name on the door. I knocked.

“Come in.”

Of course, Kenna was one of the handful of people still here at a few minutes past six. I pushed the door open, and a healthy dose of lust shot through me at the sight of her. Kenna stood behind her desk, looking as if she’d been organizing papers into stacks. I’d seen Kenna in her work get-up before, and it was always tempting, but today’s outfit might just be the death of me. She’d lost her blazer at some point during the day, and it now hung neatly on a hanger on the side of a filing cabinet. Without it, she was left in a white blouse that dipped slightly in the front, strands of gauzy fabric tied in an oversize bow over her breasts.

All I could think about was what would happen if I gave one of the ends of that material a nice tug. Then there was the skirt. The bottom disappeared below her desk, so it had to go to her knees, but it was one of those deals that cut in, hugging her ass and thighs in a way that had all sorts of images flying through my brain. Fantasies the woman in front of me would surely deck me for.

“Crosby.” Pink hit Kenna’s cheeks. “What are you doing here?”

I swallowed hard, willing myself to get it together. “We’re going on our first adventure.”

She glanced at her watch. “It’s already after six, and I still have a few things to finish up here.”

“It was quitting time over an hour ago. Don’t think I don’t know you get here an hour, sometimes two before everyone else. You can finish up whatever this is tomorrow.”

The glare I loved so much swept across Kenna’s face, the one that seemed to make her amber eyes glow. “Some of us take our jobs seriously. We can’t just come and go whenever the mood strikes us.”

I grinned. “Come on, Brown Eyes. Live dangerously.”

It was the challenge in my voice that did it. The tone that asked, “Are you chicken?”