High Stakes. Barbara Dunlop

hand shot out and he grabbed her wrist. “You’re playing with fire.”

      “I’m eating dessert.”

      He stared deep into her eyes.

      The heat of his hand seared her skin. Her pulse leaped and desire sizzled in her blood.

      What was the matter with her? She was locked up alone with him for the foreseeable future, and she was acting like some kind of siren.

      “Sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll stop.”

      “Good decision.” He slowly released her wrist. He sat back and stared out the window, across the black lake to the star-studded sky.

      “Derek…”