Chapter 4
Nash sat in his office looking over some paperwork and scribbling notes when a knock came to his door. “Come,” he yelled out without looking up.
He heard the door open, feet shuffling, then the door closed, followed by more shuffling. He kept his head down as the pen in his hand moved across the page. “What can I do for you?” he asked absently. Just then the sweet smell of jasmine tickled his nose and Nash’s hand stopped. He inhaled deeply through his nose and his eyes closed from the euphoria. His eyes snapped open from the sexy voice penetrating his haze.
“What can you tell me about Carver Jinx, famous Denver lawyer, standing trial with the
Paranormal Council?”
Nash wanted so bad to look up and gaze at the angelic face that belonged to that voice, and stare into the most a
