Dangerous Secrets Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Katie Reus
she wanted to admit it or not, he could read her remarkably well. More than anything, it bugged the hell out of him that he’d unintentionally hurt her.
He hadn’t wanted Izzy to find out this way. He’d planned to tell her at breakfast. This might not be his real job, but he’d had to give Toby two weeks’ notice. His five week contract was almost up. He hadn’t convinced her to move back to Savannah but she was safe. That had been his main job, to look out for her and make sure she was okay living down here. He couldn’t predict the future, but she was as safe as anyone could be.
Now he really had his work cut out for him with Izzy. Convincing her to move back to Savannah within the next two weeks would use every ounce of his supposed southern charm. Technically if she didn’t move back, he’d still land the Forester deal, but some part of him didn’t want to go back to Savannah without her—deal or not. When he knew they’d be working the same shift, anticipation would build in him at the prospect of seeing her.
He glanced over at her since she still hadn’t responded. “Well?”
She stood next to the passenger door with narrowed eyes as she studied him. “Okay. I guess I believe you, but you’re buying breakfast.”
He couldn’t bite back a smile at the haughty way she said it. She might want to deny her heritage, but the woman definitely acted like a princess when she wanted. He moved to open the door for her, and leaned close to her ear in the process. “I planned on it, darlin’.”
As he shut the door to the passenger side, he inwardly smiled at how easy it was to draw a blush from her. Izzy’s cheeks turned pink every time he got close. He fought to get his body under control as he rounded the truck. He was the biggest chump in the world for thinking he could get close to Izzy and not get involved with her.
When Edward had shown him his daughter’s picture, he’d known she was beautiful. But beautiful women were a dime a dozen. Especially beautiful rich women. With enough money, anyone could buy beauty.
There was a lot more to Izzy than looks. Something he’d seen firsthand last night. Not all women would have run at a strange man in an attempt to help a woman they didn’t know. But she’d run headfirst into the situation.
Things could have turned dangerous and if he hadn’t been there, there was no telling what could have happened. Still, he had to admire her reaction.
As he pulled away from Mad Dog’s, Izzy crossed her legs and her colorful dress shifted upward, giving him a better view of her smooth skin. He forced his eyes forward.
Maybe in a different universe he and Izzy could have a normal relationship, but not in this one. She might be working at a bar, but she was out of his league and out of his tax bracket. He’d learned a long time ago how the wealthy thought. His childhood had been spent living with his grandmother right on the edge of the 8 th Ward, one of the worst neighborhoods in New Orleans. He’d bought his first gun when he was fifteen, purely for the protection of his household. Thankfully he’d never had to use it and it wasn’t something he was proud of, but that had been his life back then. Getting a weapon had been necessary because the violence had often spilled over into their neighborhood. He’d been the oldest and it’s not as if his grandmother would have been able to fend for them. She’d been a good woman and had provided a roof over their heads, but she’d been old and frail and stuck raising grandkids instead of enjoying any sort of retirement.
Izzy might be attracted to him, but he wasn’t the kind of man she’d settle for. Something he needed to keep reminding himself.
“Are we eating at the pier?” Her voice brought him back to the present.
“Yeah. Is that okay?” He steered into the parking lot. Aunt Sarah’s wasn’t upscale, but the southern-style food reminded him of home. And he hoped it did the same for her.
Coconut Bay
He hadn’t wanted Izzy to find out this way. He’d planned to tell her at breakfast. This might not be his real job, but he’d had to give Toby two weeks’ notice. His five week contract was almost up. He hadn’t convinced her to move back to Savannah but she was safe. That had been his main job, to look out for her and make sure she was okay living down here. He couldn’t predict the future, but she was as safe as anyone could be.
Now he really had his work cut out for him with Izzy. Convincing her to move back to Savannah within the next two weeks would use every ounce of his supposed southern charm. Technically if she didn’t move back, he’d still land the Forester deal, but some part of him didn’t want to go back to Savannah without her—deal or not. When he knew they’d be working the same shift, anticipation would build in him at the prospect of seeing her.
He glanced over at her since she still hadn’t responded. “Well?”
She stood next to the passenger door with narrowed eyes as she studied him. “Okay. I guess I believe you, but you’re buying breakfast.”
He couldn’t bite back a smile at the haughty way she said it. She might want to deny her heritage, but the woman definitely acted like a princess when she wanted. He moved to open the door for her, and leaned close to her ear in the process. “I planned on it, darlin’.”
As he shut the door to the passenger side, he inwardly smiled at how easy it was to draw a blush from her. Izzy’s cheeks turned pink every time he got close. He fought to get his body under control as he rounded the truck. He was the biggest chump in the world for thinking he could get close to Izzy and not get involved with her.
When Edward had shown him his daughter’s picture, he’d known she was beautiful. But beautiful women were a dime a dozen. Especially beautiful rich women. With enough money, anyone could buy beauty.
There was a lot more to Izzy than looks. Something he’d seen firsthand last night. Not all women would have run at a strange man in an attempt to help a woman they didn’t know. But she’d run headfirst into the situation.
Things could have turned dangerous and if he hadn’t been there, there was no telling what could have happened. Still, he had to admire her reaction.
As he pulled away from Mad Dog’s, Izzy crossed her legs and her colorful dress shifted upward, giving him a better view of her smooth skin. He forced his eyes forward.
Maybe in a different universe he and Izzy could have a normal relationship, but not in this one. She might be working at a bar, but she was out of his league and out of his tax bracket. He’d learned a long time ago how the wealthy thought. His childhood had been spent living with his grandmother right on the edge of the 8 th Ward, one of the worst neighborhoods in New Orleans. He’d bought his first gun when he was fifteen, purely for the protection of his household. Thankfully he’d never had to use it and it wasn’t something he was proud of, but that had been his life back then. Getting a weapon had been necessary because the violence had often spilled over into their neighborhood. He’d been the oldest and it’s not as if his grandmother would have been able to fend for them. She’d been a good woman and had provided a roof over their heads, but she’d been old and frail and stuck raising grandkids instead of enjoying any sort of retirement.
Izzy might be attracted to him, but he wasn’t the kind of man she’d settle for. Something he needed to keep reminding himself.
“Are we eating at the pier?” Her voice brought him back to the present.
“Yeah. Is that okay?” He steered into the parking lot. Aunt Sarah’s wasn’t upscale, but the southern-style food reminded him of home. And he hoped it did the same for her.
Coconut Bay