A Rare Chance
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Gabriella Starr has silk suits, champagne tastes, and a great new career. She also has a strange man following her around Boston. Two of them, actually. When she tries to chase down the first, she encounters the second -- ex-cop and new D.A. Cam Yaeger. He's sure she's in trouble, but Gabriella bristles when he offers to help. She's way too attracted to him, and it's not like her to go for law-enforcement types anyway. She's far too independent, too naturally defiant. And she's spent too many nights in jail....
Cam Yeager likes cold beer, his Bruins sweatshirt, and shaving every other day. He knows all about Gabriella Starr, her eccentric father, and their years rescuing rare, endangered orchids no matter the stakes. Now something shady is going on in Boston. And something explosive is hovering on the horizon as well: the wild fireworks of two intense opposites falling in love....
same wavelength. “Yep.” “It’s not a secret, you know.” “I could have asked and you’d have told me all about yourself?” “I didn’t say—” “Right. You didn’t say. You let me find out on my own, which I did. I checked with my trusty computer.” “But you didn’t know his name. You only had my name.” “Oh, that part was easy. Basically I fed your name into a computer and out popped your mother’s name, your father’s name, your date of birth—” “God, I hate computers.” She flew around, suddenly
heads home.” She refused to let him see how nervous he made her. “You seem to keep long hours yourself.” “Just getting the lay of the land, who’s who, what’s what.” “As many times as you’ve followed me, you should know everything about who’s who and what’s what in my life.” He glanced down at her. “Going straight for the jugular, huh?” She stopped hard in the middle of the marketplace, grateful for the crowd the warm evening had brought out. Her heart was pounding even as she gave Darrow a
with a drug lord and the drug lord thought we were in cahoots with the police? You got us on a plane before either of them could catch up with us. When you need to act, Lizzie, you always do.” She nodded vaguely, delicately brushing away her tears with the tips of her fingers. “I’ve just never—I guess I’m not used to being the one on the firing line.” “Darrow hasn’t threatened you, has he?” “No, it’s not that.” But she didn’t elaborate, and Gabriella, knowing how Lizzie could clam up about
clear on what I want.” Gabriella swallowed. Her throat had gone dry, but a sip of his water wouldn’t have helped. It wasn’t that kind of dry. As he lowered his hand, she caught it up in hers. “I know I’m not—” She breathed, began again. “You and I make a crazy pair. I know that. But I also know that what you want right now isn’t about a month from now or a year or ten years, or even tomorrow.” “Gabriella.” “It’s about now. And I can accept that.” “Gabriella.” She rubbed her fingers across
Lizzie Fairfax appeared in her doorway, dressed in clingy jeans, cowboy boots, and a white shirt, her honey hair pulled back. “There you are! I took a wrong turn at the top of the stairs. Nice office.” Her well-trained artistic eye surveyed her surroundings. “Even Scag would be impressed.” “Don’t count on it.” “Well, I was just at a loose end and thought I’d stop by and see if I could spirit you off to lunch. Sorry I didn’t call first. Am I catching you at a bad time?” “No, not at all.”