Free Red Rock Rises; Sexy Romantic Suspense; Book 1: The Red Rock Series (The Red Rock Seies) by Taylor Lee

know that anything that I have previously conveyed to you is privileged communication. You disclose it to anyone and you’ll need to start buying smaller sized pants.”
    She strode to the door ignoring his surprised chortle. She put her hand on the doorknob then leaned back against the door and glared at Dameon.
    “Thank you for the shoes. The red Jimmy Choo sandals are the most beautiful shoes I’ve ever seen. I’ve lusted after them for months but never dreamed that I could have them. But—”
    Dameon interrupted, “Why did I know that there was going to be a ‘but,’ Major?”
    She ignored him.
    “But I knew I couldn’t accept them.” She held up her hand to stop him. “BUT this morning I changed my mind. I decided that if I had to develop an installment plan to pay you for them I would.”
    Dameon murmured, “That’s not necessary, Jesse.”
    She continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “BUT that was this morning. Now after this outrage, another example of your presumptuous overbearing behavior and a further despicable chapter in our short history, I’ve decided that I’m not giving them back. And I am not paying you for them. Instead I’m going to look for a green pair that hopefully will be more expensive than the red ones. I might even check out Manolo Blahnik. When I find exactly what I want, I’ll send you the bill.”
    Seeing his surprised grin that mirrored Eric’s she encompassed both men in her fierce glare. “And by the way? I despise you both! ”
    She slammed the door behind her.
    A war of emotions shook Dameon. He summed them up with a muttered curse.
    “Fuck. That is some woman.”
    Eric agreed through his laughter.
    “She sure as hell is. But I already told you that. Damn, bro, are you sure you’re up to her? Hell, man, and I thought this was a professional issue. A little minor question of whether she could keep her license or go to jail. Now that I see what’s going on behind the scenes, methinks your good buddy Eric may be more clear-eyed than you are.”
    Dameon grimaced. “In what way? Do you think I don’t know what I’m up against?”
    Eric swiped at the tears of laughter streaming down his face. “Hell, man. What can I say? Jimmy Choo’s? That’s one thing. But have you checked out the price of Manolo Blahnik’s? Gotta tell you, man, if she hits you up for the alligator boots, I’d draw the line.”

Chapter 10
    Dameon didn’t hear from Jesse for a week. He’d decided that he would keep his distance and allow her to deal with the last harrowing days. As much as he hated to admit it, he also needed a break. She was without a doubt the most attractive woman he’d ever met. And it wasn’t just her looks. Under all that bravado and fiery temper was a vulnerable woman, a side that pulled at him, made him want to protect her. Take care of her. And hell he admitted, claim her. All in all it was a situation riddled with landmines.
    At first, he was surprised at her quick acceptance of his proposal. The more he thought about it, he should have known that she would consent to the consequences he imposed. She was a true professional—Army led and bred. She knew what she did on Monday was wrong and was probably damn relieved that all she got was probation.
    She seemed angrier about Eric’s role. In addition to feeling conspired against by the two of them, she must have thought that Eric had revealed some of her secrets. And from what Dameon could tell, this woman was wracked by secrets.
    He prepared to light some kindling in the fireplace and settle in for a night of paperwork. If the last four or five nights were predictive, he’d likely spend most of his time thinking about a spectacular redhead with a temper as compelling as her body.
    When his phone buzzed, the caller ID noted an unknown caller. He clicked on the phone.
    “Macarios.”
    “Dameon? This is Jesse, I—”
    Dameon’s breath caught in his chest.
    “What’s wrong, Jesse?”
    Her voice was soft,