Accidentally Hooked (The Naked Truth Series Book 1) by Carmen Falcone

didn’t get the answer she wanted. Ryan acted cordial, but very economical on details. And that bothered her.
    “Where are we going?” she demanded. Sure, she had been distracted by the stretch limo and the private jet waiting for them at McCarran International, but that was all. From here on, she had to know.
    She slid her fingers over the buttery leather seat. Ryan sat across from her in the posh jet. Legs apart, and a tablet resting on his lap, the man was all hotness.
    “I told you, a day trip.” He winked at her, and she shook her head to send him the message that didn’t fly.
    “Do you want me to ask you every five minutes?”
    “Grand Canyon.”
    Grand Canyon? She crossed her legs, and shifted in her oversized seat. “Why?” What could he possibly want to do at a national park that he couldn’t in Vegas? She slapped her forehead. “You’re not thinking about killing me and dumping the body, are you? Or screwing me on a lookout or something. In broad daylight.” The idea buzzed in her head, more so than the champagne she had been given by the flight attendant.
    He licked his lips and tossed his iPad on the empty chair next to his. Goodness. A moist heat pumped in between her legs, and she uncrossed them. Maybe she would die from a different kind of death. Slowly. “No murder plot, I promise. Relax. I have never been. I thought you could be my companion.”
    “Okay.” She couldn’t help but wonder what woman wouldn’t give a relatively unnecessary body organ to be in her place. Maybe even a major orgasm. God. What was happening to her? “What was her name?”
    He frowned. “Whose?”
    “The woman you were involved with before you came to terms with seeking treatment.” The woman he was supposed to take on this type of trip.
    “Lynn.”
    “Lynn.” She repeated. “What happened to her?”
    He ran his fingers down his face and suppressed a yawn. “She is married and newly pregnant. Happy.” A ghost of a smile formed on his lips.
    “Did you ever try to patch things with her?” How much did you love her? The real question she wanted to ask echoed in her ears, but she willed it away. Why should she care?
    He looked straight into her eyes with that gleaming cobalt pair that had her weak at her knees. Good thing she was sitting. “I thought about it once. Then realized it was too late. Sometimes you need to know when to drop the towel. My turn. Who is the person you go home to at night?”
    She ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s my sister. I have been away for too long, and whenever I’m in town I like to sleep at her place.” She peered at the oval window. The clouds blended with one another so fluidly it was hard to make out shapes. When she was a child, she and her siblings loved to guess what animals or objects the clouds looked like.
    “Fair enough. Where do you live? I don’t remember you mentioning.”
    She darted her gaze from the window to him, and realized he had been watching her. His eyes held her stare, his shoulders locked into place. Licking her lips, she shifted in the seat. What could she tell him? “A few places. I never stop too long. I like to travel.”
    He grinned. “You should add Australia to your next destination.”
    “I have been. Cairns, remember? Had a great time.” She picked a magazine from the side pocket of her incredibly large chair, and pretended to skim it even though her eyes didn’t register anything in particular. Still, feeling the texture of paper in her hands gave her something to do. Before she wondered if—
    No. No, no, no. Visiting him in Australia wasn’t an option anymore. She had to be there for her sister, and start thinking like an adult. Try to sell her jewelry to retail stores, whip up a website, and maybe even get a part-time job just so she could save money and invest in more marketing. How could she be there for her sister, if she didn’t set an example? Besides, it wasn’t just the financial aspect. Luna was fragile. She