Chapter 43

The day job dragged. Acting as a guard for the forty or so staff and rare guests at his work didn't make for a busy time.

More than once Derek's mind strayed to Claire.

Sweet Claire who put away a stack of French toast with an enjoyment that shouldn't be seen outside the bedroom. Made a man wonder what sounds she'd make when he licked her top to bottom and buried his face between her thighs.

He still couldn't believe she'd brazenly stalked his house. How about the fact she'd stolen his wallet the night before? He'd not even noticed until she handed it over before walking out his door.

How many skills had she acquired since she'd left their hometown? Because this Claire, this bubbly, ultra-confident woman, while the same sweet girl he'd once admired from afar, had hidden depths.