Why not have an armed caravan take them home? It was the perfect ending to a crazy week and crazy flight.

CHAPTER TWO

Asher stared out his sister’s living room window. The FBI entourage pulled up and double-parked. He’d had the apartment swept, and nothing out of the ordinary had turned up.

Molly jumped out of the black SUV.

He kept watch. Waiting. Waiting… And there Jenny was, back turned toward him. He wanted to look away. Needed to, in fact, but didn’t. His hand rubbed over an ache in his chest. He’d been forcing his thoughts away from Jenny Chase for the better part of knowing her. Little good that had done.

When he found Maxwell, Asher was liable to give up his entire political career and tear him apart limb by limb for threatening either woman.

Molly ignored the fanfare of an FBI escort, grabbing her bags and trouncing toward the front door. But Jenny stood outside the SUV, not shutting her door. Apprehension hung on her shoulders, and still she wouldn’t turn around.

Look at me.

Then she did. They locked eyes, and he swallowed hard as her gaze fell to the street. Such a gorgeous girl. He knew the deep caramel bronze that painted her eyes, could see her dark hair even when his eyes were closed. Years ago, he had sworn off any woman who would be a distraction from his career. Maybe that made him self-centered, but really, he considered himself determined. Why be in a real relationship if he couldn’t commit to anyone but himself? Man, that made him sound like a jackass. But it was the truth, and he didn’t want to hurt his sister’s best friend. Hell, he didn’t want to hurt Jenny.

Even if the chance for something to materialize out of their spark had existed once, he had missed the chance, and an unspoken rule had formed between them. Don’t cross the line.

The door flew open, pulling his attention away from Jenny. Molly stormed inside, tossing her bag and a purse. “Want to explain the security detail in more depth than ‘there was a threat’?”

“In a second.”

Jenny walked in but didn’t speak. She avoided eye contact, and Asher craved all their flirty fun that rarely happened anymore. Maybe she’d grown tired of their game. If anything, he was more entranced with Jenny now that her interest in him was waning. It wasn’t in him to lose. She’s not a game, dick. Get yourself in check.

Three agents followed Jenny, reminding him that this wasn’t a social call. Shit, he didn’t care. He needed to hear her sultry voice. “Jenny.”

“Asher.” Her glossy lips teased him, making his name purr.

God, was she a sight. Every part of his body had readied for her to walk in. Even the hair at the nape of his neck continued to tingle.