Risking It All: The Proposition / The Dare / The Favour / The P.I. / The Cop / The Defender

He frowned. “Don’t you think I asked myself that a hundred times? I should have. I know that. But once we were down in Florida, I told myself that it would be safer if I didn’t.”

“Safer?” Her brows shot up and she began to tap her foot.

“Okay. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid at first that you wouldn’t come with me and, later, that you wouldn’t stay.”

“So it was the job all along.”

“No.”

She saw the anger flash into his eyes, felt it in the way he grabbed her arms. But she planted two hands on his chest and held her ground.

“You were the one who masqueraded as Rachel Cade. Why did you put on the damn disguise in the first place?”

She lifted her chin. “Because you walked away from Natalie Gibbs.”

“I didn’t. I had a job.”

She poked a finger into his chest. “You didn’t leave a note. You didn’t call for three months.”

He held up his hands, palms out. “Okay. I plead insanity. But I’m not walking away this time.”

In a move so quick that she couldn’t prevent it, Chance pulled her onto her toes and kissed her.

As his taste, his heat, streamed through her, Natalie felt as if she were coming home. It would have been so easy to sink into that feeling, into him. But not yet. She hooked a foot around his ankle and gave him one good shove that sent him to the floor.

Couples scattered, and she heard a burst of applause. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tracker and Sophie on the side of the dance floor. Mac and Lucas stood behind them grinning.

“You go, girl!” Rory shouted.

“Trust in your talents,” Sierra called, the laughter clear in her voice.

Natalie kept her eyes on Chance as he shot her a grin. It nearly melted her, but she wasn’t through with him. Not yet. Planting her hands on her hips, she said, “You’re a jerk.”

“Okay. I plead guilty to that one.”

There was another burst of applause from the crowd.

Chance held out his hand. “Help me up?”

Her brows shot up again. “Do I look like I have the word Sucker written on my forehead?”

CHANCE THREW BACK his head and laughed. This was his Natalie all right. He got up off the floor and faced her. “God, I’ve missed you. I liked Rachel. I’ve always had this thing for blondes.”

“Really?” Her foot began to tap again.

Chance began to warm to his theme. “And Calli was really sexy. I had a real thing going for her.”

“Yeah. I got that feeling.”

She was softening. He was almost sure that he’d seen her lips twitch.

“But I missed you.”

He waited a beat, and when she said nothing, he decided for the first time in his life to risk everything. “I have another proposition for you.”

Her eyes narrowed and her foot tapped faster. “If you think—”

He raised a hand to stop her. “I thought we might go behind those potted trees over there—for old times’ sake?”

“Forget it.”

Oh, his Nat was back all right. He might have even begun to enjoy himself, if it weren’t for the fear that had tied itself into a tight knot in his stomach. If he blew this— No, he wasn’t going to blow it. He couldn’t.

“Okay. I’ll do it right here.” He pulled the small box out of his pocket. Then he got to his knees and opened it.

“A ring? You brought me a ring?”

There was such astonishment on her face, in her voice, that a quick sliver of panic raced up his spine. Was he pushing her too fast? “Yeah. It doesn’t have to be an engagement ring. It could just be a—”

Words slipped away as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Looks like an engagement ring to me,” she said, meeting his eyes. “But if you’re having second thoughts…”

“No.” Chance met her eyes steadily and saw what he needed to see. “No second thoughts. How about you?”

She gave him a shaky smile. “Just about a thousand or so. I didn’t plan on this.” She drew in a breath and let it out.

He smiled at her. “Me either. But I’m good at improvising. So are you.”

She looked down at the ring again. It was a big step, a huge one. And there wasn’t a plan in the world that she could come up with to deal with it. But as Chance put his hands on her shoulders, she thought she could hear a voice telling her, “You can do it, Nat.”

And then she heard Chance’s voice. “I love you, Nat.”

She met his eyes then and smiled. “I love you, too. So I guess we’ll just have to make it up as we go along.”

He kissed her then, and though she vaguely thought applause and shouts had broken out around them, the one thing that she was sure of was Chance.

The Dare (#ulink_f7bcfb95-6737-56ef-aae5-59e7b30891ba)

“I want to taste you,” Hunter said

He took a step toward her. “Give me one kiss and I’ll do everything I can to get you the interview.”

Rory thought that her heart might just beat out of her chest. Kissing this man might be the biggest risk she’d ever take. But she wanted the kiss. Desperately. What could it matter? She dared herself to do it.

“One kiss,” she agreed.

He backed her up against the mirror. “Last chance to change your mind.”