Can't Take My Eyes Off You (D & S Security, Book 1)

Can't Take My Eyes Off You (D & S Security, Book 1)

Kasey Michaels

Language: English

Pages: 212

ISBN: B010MZB880

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Shelby Taite, restless and bored with her high society life, decides to go on an adventure and see how the other half lives. She hops a bus (dragging no less than five suitcases) and ends up in her chauffeur's hometown of East Wapaneken. Quinn Delaney (ex-cop turned bodyguard) is sent to watch over and protect Shelby, but not interfere with her great adventure. What ensues is a laugh-a-minute good time.

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the same plane crash was about the only thing they’d done together since Shelby had been conceived. “I envy you your memories, Susie,” she said at last, walking past her to dump the underwear on her bed. “I’ll start sorting out my toiletries, all right? And remember, this is all our little secret.” In the end, Shelby had added another full suitcase of clothing to that Susie had packed, just to be certain she had enough. Traveling with less than five suitcases seemed impossible to Shelby, who at

and he decided Somerton Taite would be getting off cheap at twice the price. The manager motioned with her head for Quinn to follow her into her apartment, talking around the cigarette once more as she took a key off a rack hanging inside the door. “No pets, no loud parties, no putting your beer bottles on any of my tables without using a coaster, ’cause that’s what they’re there for. Just act like your mama’s gonna be stopping in and checking up on you, because since she isn’t, I am. I dust,

climbed into the back of the limousine. Quinn made a mental note to make Grady very, very sorry. “My apologies—Mr. Delaney, isn’t it?” the man who, through the process of elimination, could only be Somerton Taite said, holding out his hand to Quinn. Had to be a relative; same poker-up-the-ass walk. Maybe it wasn’t booze, maybe it was genetic. “I made her promise, but that never means anything. Not to my sister, not when she’s forced to do what she doesn’t want to do when she doesn’t want to do

there really are happy endings?” “Ha! Look who you’re talking to, sweetcakes. I’ve been engaged to Gary and his mama for twelve years now. I’m lucky to get a happy middle, yet alone a happy ending.” * * * Brandy’s only half-joking remark lingered in Shelby’s brain overnight, and she was almost glad when Quinn didn’t show up at Tony’s for the breakfast she’d shared with her friend before Brandy caught her bus and Shelby walked back to the apartment alone. She was crossing the alleyway between

the correct spot for the huge brandy snifter Francis had placed on the organ in case anyone wanted to pay to have a special song played. And then—could there be room in the day for more wonders?—as Joseph hit the first chords, Francis cleared his throat and began belting out the first few bars of “Oklahoma.” Quinn’s arms encircled Shelby more closely as her shoulders began to shake, until he realized that she wasn’t crying anymore. She was laughing. It had started as a quiet giggle, but had

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