Deadly Alliance.
Ready for a job interview with Finn Donahue, Amy
rapped just once before twisting the knob. “You’re in your skivvies.” Seeing
him in his boxers was a gut-punch. She inhaled a breath and nudged the door
shut with her back.
He slipped behind his desk and narrowed his eyes at her. A sexy smile
showed on one side of his mouth. “You knocked. Did I say, ‘open?’ ” He
looked darn incredible.
With the scorch of embarrassment, Amy realized she
was just standing there.
“Relax. I’ve got one up on you. Remember New Years,
five years ago, in the closet with Les? There you were, commando.” Finn
chortled with a slap to his knee.
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