Chapter 8

So she had better sense than to fall for his line. But Jack still wanted to make her look at him with those innocent blue eyes while he force-fed her some logic. She couldn’t be sane and deny that she needed help. But he understood why she’d try.

He was a relative stranger—but that wasn’t her only hesitation. He’d bet every dime in his pocket on that. From their brief face time before the shooter arrived, he realized Morgan had some interest in him. And that she had curiosity about his sexual leanings. More curiosity than someone merely researching a TV show. Her reluctant arousal drew him like nothing had in years.

“That still doesn’t change the fact you need me. The shooter knows you’re in this building. You can’t just walk out now. I can get you out of here.”

Morgan set her jaw. Jack watched her fighting the urge to bite off a refusal. She didn’t, proving once again that she was smart.

“How?”

“You’ll dress as Alyssa. She’ll fix you up with appropriately ina