HE WINKED AT HER.
Her smile spread into a wide grin, then she impulsively threw herself into his arms. Bruce staggered back before gaining his wits and wrapping his arms around her slight, soft frame. Cyn was laughing, squeezing him, her hands on his shoulders, his nape, along his spine.
From one moment to the next, his body reacted predictably to holding an attractive woman he wanted.
Her laughter was a powerful aphrodisiac, and combined with the feel of her body in his arms, it was enough. More than enough.
Right and wrong didn’t play into it. He wanted to lower her to the narrow cot behind them and claim her as his own.
His mind was still fighting that image when Cyn turned her face up to his. Tears of happiness made her pale eyes glassy. The second their gazes met, he was a goner. He cupped her face, relishing the warm softness of her skin, breathing hard with growing need. “Cyn.”
He tried to say her name as a warning, wanting her to shove him away, slap him, elbow him in the chest again. Anything that would shake off the overwhelming need.
She stared at him with confusion, then dawning awareness. Her breath caught, and slowly, very slowly, her thick lashes dropped over her eyes in a sign of permission and acceptance.
That did it.
Books by Lori Foster
Too Much Temptation
Never Too Much
Unexpected
Say No To Joe?
The Secret Life of Bryan
When Bruce Met Cyn
Just a Hint—Clint
Jamie
Murphy’s Law
Jude’s Law
The Watson Brothers.
Yule Be Mine
Anthologies
All Through the Night
I Brake for Bad Boys
Bad Boys on Board
I Love Bad Boys
Jingle Bell Rock
Bad Boys to Go
I’m Your Santa
A Very Merry Christmas
When Good Things Happen to Bad Boys
The Night Before Christmas
Star Quality
Perfect for the Beach
Bad Boys in Black Tie
Truth or Dare
Bad Boys of Summer
Delicious
Give It Up
LORI FOSTER
WHEN BRUCE MET CYN…
ZEBRA BOOKS
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
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Prologue
Her eyes flared open and she gave a silent, gasping start—silent, because she’d learned to make no sounds, to hold her fear deep inside, protected. The night was as black and cold and empty as ever. What had awakened her?
Rain softly drubbed the window beside her bed, and frigid air seeped in around the warped frame, but it wasn’t the nasty weather that left chills on her exposed arms.
Out of necessity, Cynthia Potter had learned to know what would happen before it did. She picked up clues, learned to read body language.
Even the dumbest animal learned how to survive.
Her heart rapped painfully against her ribs as she strained to listen, but she couldn’t hear past the awful rushing of blood in her ears. Her eyes encountered only shifting darkness, molded and moved by shadows of the moon.
Then, suddenly, a thump sounded in the hallway.
A footstep.
A creak of the floorboards.
Because she recognized the soft noises all too well, they assaulted her fractured nerves like gunshots and twisted her stomach into a painful knot.
Palmer Oaks was coming to her bedroom.
A sob crawled up her throat, but she ruthlessly gulped it back.
She’d known it would happen, and she’d already decided to do something about it. She had to take control of her life. She was seventeen now, a grown woman. That was both the problem, and a solution. A woman’s body took his hateful attention in a new direction, but a woman’s mind ensured she could make her own way.
Until now, she’d had no choice. She’d been small