A Breath Away

by Wendy Etherington

• ISBN13: 9780373793143
• ISBN10: 0373793146
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-03-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Never mix work and men. This simple rule has given security specialist Jade Broussard busy days and lonely nights. Only that was before utterly gorgeous art dealer Remy Tremaine crawls into her bed, requesting her protective services.He presents dangerous new territory. She can't deny the talents of his hands and mouth. Melting the day's work tensions each night is a guilty--if delicious--pleasure. Yet he sidesteps boundaries, while Jade wrote the rule book. No, it will never work out.But there is an easy solution: catch the bad guy, save her client's life then say goodbye. Too bad Remy's secrets might change Jade's mind. The question is, will it be for better or worse?

Excerpts

"WHERE'S MY PILE of money?" Pissed off after an excruciatingly frustrating morning at the Atlanta airport, Jade Broussard glared at her cousin across his desk. Rising from his black leather chair, Lucas grinned--the man was too charming for his own good. "Did I mention money?" "Apile." "Mmm. I suppose I did." He extended his arm toward one of the plush chairs in front of his desk. "You look ex-hausted. Coffee?" Jade shook her head and instead prowled the room. His sleek yet posh office with its stunning view of Midtown was impres-sive. But then, she expected nothing less from Lucas. Everything he touched turned to gold, even though these days he was doing more pro bono work than litigating multi-million-dollar cases. Instead of contemplating his attack of conscience, she recalled the phone conversation they'd had the night before. "What do I have to do for this pile of money?" "What you usually do--provide protection, investigate the crime." "The police investigate crimes,"she'd said, though he had her attention, a fact he no doubt realized."Just come. Please." She'd come. What else could she do? He was the only family she had left. "I'm not exhausted," she said finally. "I should hope not. I sent a limo." "I'm furious. Do you have any idea how crazy that airport is? Landing delays. Terminal changes. People ambling every-where talking on cell phones. Security is a mess." "They frisked you, didn't they?" "Theytried." As if he'd expected her travel woes, Lucas had the nerve to smirk. "I'm walking through the airport, minding my own busi-ness, when some overly paranoid, jerk-face citizen spots my Beretta beneath my jacket. All hell breaks loose, people ducking, diving and screaming." She stalked toward him. "I'm aprofessional.I have a permit." "Of course you do." "I didn't draw the damn thing, you know." "Though I imagine you were tempted." She planted her hands on her hips, remembering--with renewed fury--the humiliation of being escorted to airport security. "You're damn right I was tempted. Freakin' terror-ists. They're ruining this country." "No doubt their goal. Perhaps if you'd waited until you got in the limo to retrieve your gun from your carry-on bag, " She shrugged. "Yeah." She didn't feel whole without a side piece, though. She felt vulnerable. Exposed. Alone. Shaking off the thread of irritation, she finally dropped into the chair in front of Lucas's desk and crossed her booted ankles. "What's this case about?" For double her usual fee, there had to be more to it than "provide protection, investi-gate the crime." "A favor for a friend." "What friend?" "The friendly kind." She smirked. "Cute. Where did you meet this friend?" Lucas grinned, and his green eyes lit with an obviously fa-vorable memory. "A bar. Yours, in fact." "Beau's?" "You own another bar?" She frowned, ignoring the pang of grief that had never fully faded--even more than a decade after her parents' murders. Beau and Katy Broussard had been a staple of the bluesy French Quarter. Their deaths had completely changed the course of Jade's life. She'd inherited the bar, and eventually gotten vengeance on their killer, but she didn't have them--their laughter, their touch or their guidance. Revenge had been a hollow victory, just as she'd been warned it would be. Normally she liked verbal sparring with her cousin, but if this case was somehow connected to her personally--through Beau's or her past--she didn't intend to waste time with chitchat. "Who's the friend, Lucas?" she asked, her tone hard. "Remington Tremaine." Jade fought a flinch, but apparently didn't quite pull it off, since Lucas nodded. "He said you'd know him." Her mouth had gone dry, but she forced