Savage Tracker (Paperback)

 "Wow," I say before I can stop myself. "Morning. What's wow?" She smiles. I swallow hard. My mouth goes dry. "Isn't it too early in the morning to look that nice?" Her face blushes. My balls remind me how blue they are, and I try to stop my wandering eyes from continuing to check her out like a dirty old man. "Thank you. I...umm..." She scrunches her forehead and bites her lip. "You lightened your hair?" I ask. She reaches up and twists a chunk of it around her finger, and I about shoot my wad in my pants. The number of times I've dreamed of tugging on those locks is too many to count. She meets my eyes. "Yes." "It looks great on you." "Thanks." I continue to tease her. "Are you going to a magazine shoot at five in the morning?" "No. I-I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would go for a walk." Matvey, one of our bodyguards, steps next to us and nods to me. "Obrecht. Ms. Christian, do you need an escort somewhere?" She nervously glances between us then explains, "I know it looks weird, but