LOVE ON THE BRAIN
“How fast can you make it happen, Chance Benson?”
Before she could blink, she’d been pulled into the cradle of his thighs, that gorgeous ring sparkled on her finger, and Chance was issuing orders into his phone.
“I want a plane for Vegas, ready to take off in one hour.”
He pulled her closer and, holding the phone from his ear, stared deep into her eyes. With one look, she told him everything he needed to know. The muscle in his jaw jumped as his gaze went dark.
“You’re right, my love,” Chance whispered, then he talked to the person on the phone. “Let’s make it three.”