Chapter Eleven
Cecilia's insides melted under his intense scrutiny and the whiskey-rough quality of his voice. Goosebumps pebbled across her skin, right down to her aching n*****s. What was she trying to prove? And why, why, why did he have to smell so damned spicy and manly and delicious in the close confines of the truck? When she hesitated, he continued, face still close enough his breath was warm against her cheek. "If you think there's some big story, you're mistaken."
Was that it? Was her pushing some kind of a misguided attempt to show up her former boss? To shed light on yet another injustice delivered to the vulnerable? Was she looking for a story where there was none? All she needed to soothe her bruised ego was to send off her exposé to another publication. Someone was bound t
