Page 4 of Her Captivated Hero

Gray’s radar went up. TAID worked on a lot of military applications. Griff was tightlipped about Miranda’s job, but Gray had a good idea that she worked on some high-level shit, considering the fact she had been known to brief the Pentagon.

But Miranda had to be eight years older than Riya – this girl must be a grad student at the University of California San Diego. She tugged on his hand again, and he allowed her to pull him into the middle of the crowd of people. It wasn’t a hardship.

When Riya reached up to twine her arms around his neck, he had to bend. She was a tiny little thing, but she was lush in all the right places. Gray kept his hands high on her upper back, now that was a hardship.

“Really?” She gave him a wicked grin, then reached back and placed one of his hands down onto the small of her back, where shirt didn’t meet denim.

“What if I didn’t want my hand there?” Gray asked as he moved them around the dance floor.

“You did,” she said blithely.

He raised one blonde eyebrow.

“Didn’t you?” Riya bit her lip.

It was the first time she showed the slightest bit of hesitation. He could play it two ways. In the end, he chose honesty.

“You read me right, Honey,” he said. Then he bent down and whispered in her ear. “I’m just not sure I’m ready for this.”

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