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Chapter 1

NaughtyOrNice

It took Lucas Knight longer than it should have to realize he had a woover Even worse than that, last night was a blur, pro him to take quick stock One, there was a bundle of sweet, soft curves against hi to secede from the United States Of Lucas And three, his side hurt likewell, like he’d been shot

It’d been teeks since he’d gotten caught in some cross fire on the job and he hadn’t yet been cleared for nore last night given that he was pal a nice, warm, feminine ass

Think, man

Straining his brain, he re to O’Riley’s Pub to meet up with some friends A client had been there, someone he’d recently helped save frouy had ordered shots to toast to Lucas andshit Knowing better than to mix pain meds and alcohol, he’d hesitated, but everyone had been waiting on hi just one shot couldn’t hurt anything, he’d knocked back the drink

Clearly, he’d been wrong and it’d been enough tohe hadn’t been in years, not since his brother Josh had been killed Shoving that away for another time—or never—Lucas cracked open one eye, but when his retina was stabbed by a streak of sunlight glaring in through the , he i a deep breath, he told hi two additional facts

He was naked and completely uncovered

And the woed up at his side was rolled up in his comforter like a burrito

What The Hell

A fewass at the pool table and winning two hundred bucks froations where Lucas worked as a security specialist

Dancing with a sexy brunette

And thenhis way upstairs, but not alone

His head was pounding too hard to re more, but clearly the brunette had not only come up, but stayed She was cuddled up too close to see her face, especially with the way she had the entire blanket wrapped around herself The only thing visible was aout the top

Holding his breath, Lucas slowly pulled away until he could slide off his bed

The brunette’s hair never so much as quivered

Letting out a relieved breath, he shoved on the clothes he’d so thoughtfully left for hi another pain pill or drinking alcohol again—and headed for the door

But unable to do it, unable to be the guy who just walked out, he stopped and detoured to his kitchen to esture, right? Right, butshit He was out of coffee Not surprisingly since he usually grabbed his froations, made world-class coffee And since one of the benefits of living on the fourth floor of the Pacific Pier Building and working on the second floor meant convenience, he texted the coffee master himself:

Any chance you’d send up a cup of coffee via the dumbwaiter?

A few seconds later, fro with an unfamiliar tone and he froze If his plan was to leave before the aardafter—and that was always the plan—he was on borrowed time

Since nothing came back to him from Molly, he moved onto Plan B and scrawled out a quick note: Sorry, had to get to work, take your time

Then he hesitated Did she even know his na cash for an Uber or Lyft—Lucas