Invisible Excerpt
Invisible
Available from Champagne Books February 2009
He didn’t believe that for a second. If she wasn’t planning on helping, she wouldn’t have come. She would have gotten on that damn flight.
That the thought of her flying off somewhere, leaving his ass on his own, pissed him off completely, made no damn sense. Shit, he had to get that damn deed and then get as far the hell away from the woman before he too went insane.
“Yes, I don’t know either.” Time for another dramatic rounding of his shoulders, he should have been on damn Broadway. “Guess we’re out of luck.”
“There is no we.” She picked up that hideously plain black bag of hers. “I’ve had it with this stupidity. I’m leaving.”
Like hell she was.
“No.” Hagen reacted instantly, clasping her wiggling little body against his chest, her feet kicking in the air. “You’re not going anywhere. You have to help me first.”
She actually looked scared for a second or two. She shouldn’t have been. Hagen would never hurt her. “I don’t have to do anything, you big oaf.”
Not that scared apparently. Hagen grinned. She was fierce, a fighter. “You know Maeve, I have the urge to kiss you.”
Now why did he have to go and say that? It was true but he shouldn’t have said it out loud.
“And I have the urge to kick you so hard in the groin that you won’t be able to stand straight for five full days. Let me know if we’re indulging urges,” she spat at him.
Hagen chuckled. It would be tempting to get it a try if he wasn’t so damn certain she’d follow through.