Elisabeth Naughton: Extreme Measures

“You know,” he said after several seconds, “if you’re serious about a job, I might be able to help you out there.”

Her head lifted, and she eased back to look into his eyes. “What kind of job?”

He shrugged. “I know this security company that’s always looking for the best of the best.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I thought you and Ryder were on the outs.”

“Nah. Ryder loves me too much.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m glad someone does, because I hate you. I really do. I always have.”

“No, you don’t.” He smiled as he leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. “You love me.”

She sighed against his mouth and tightened her arms around his neck. “I’m pretty sure that love will be the death of me.”

“No way. Those sexual favors you owe me, though? Yeah, those might be.”

She barked a laugh and rose up on her toes to kiss him. “Then you better hold on, Archer. Because I’m unpredictable in a variety of ways.”

His lips curled against hers. “I can’t wait to see what you do next.”