Free The Seductive Impostor by Janet Chapman

walked to the sink, found a towel, and ran it under the water until it was soaked warm. “Here,” he said, tossing another towel to Duncan. “Wrap the ice in that and bring it into the living room.” He shot Duncan a grin. “While I try to talk a spitting polecat out of her pants.”
    He whistled as he walked back into the living room and laughed when he saw that Rachel Foster had succumbed to her late-night adventure and powerful narcotics.
    It would definitely be neighborly of him to bring her back to Sub Rosa and give her a chance to finish what she’d started tonight.

Chapter Five
    T here was an elephant sitting on her knee. There was no other explanation for the heavy, dull, throbbing pain that made Rachel keep her eyes closed as she groaned in agony.
    Why did she hurt so much? And not just her knee. Her right elbow burned, her hands hurt, and her left wrist was stiff and aching.
    Rachel groaned again when she remembered what had happened last night: her nearly disastrous attempt to return the stolen art, several men with deep voices and laughing eyes, and a very large, scary dog.
    And an even larger, even scarier Keenan Oakes.
    He had silently entered her home with the stealth of a ghost. One minute she’d been trying to get the damned childproof cap off her pain pills, and the next minute she’d been looking down the wrong end of a gun that had a barrel big enough for a squirrel to hide in.
    But that miniature cannon hadn’t looked anywhere near as lethal as the man holding it.
    The picture in the Island Gazette hadn’t come close to capturing the real Keenan Oakes. She’d stood nose to chest with the man in his darkened library, and Rachel had known immediately that Thadd’s great-nephew was far more dangerous than even Willow had thought.
    He hadn’t listened to her demands to leave any better than his band of bullies had. Rachel groaned to herself again. He’d come into her house and taken over, popping pills into her and carrying her to the couch before abandoning her there once he realized she wasn’t going to admit to anything.
    Dammit, he knew she had been in his library.
    And he wanted to know why.
    Well, she was sticking to her story. Never in a million years would she admit to kneeing the man in his groin. She may be foolish on occasion, but she was not suicidal.
    Rachel tentatively moved her shoulders to see what other parts of her body were going to protest. Her groan of agony turned into a startled scream when a rock-solid arm came under her back and lifted her into a sitting position.
    She snapped her eyes open and found herself staring into the face of the devil himself. Laughing Atlantic-blue eyes stared back at her.
    â€œTake these. They’ll help.”
    â€œYou!”
    His eyes crinkled at the corners, amusement lighting them. Along with something else. Something very male. Keenan Oakes seemed quite pleased with her reaction.
    Rachel ignored the pills he was holding up to her lips and opened her mouth to tell him—yet again—to get out of her house. Then she realized she wasn’t on the couch in her living room. She was at Sub Rosa!
    She turned back to ask him what she was doing there, but he shoved the pills into her mouth before she could speak. His hand quickly returned with a glass of water, which he all but poured down her throat.
    â€œDon’t worry,” he assured her, chuckling at her alarm. “It’s just aspirin this time. Those pills of yours could bring down a horse, and I’m wanting you to stay awake this time.”
    He still didn’t let her go. He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and held her up while he used his free hand to arrange the pillows behind her back. He carefully eased her into a sitting position, then straightened.
    Not once did he take his gaze off hers. Rachel felt like a doe trapped in the lights of an oncoming disaster.
    Panic welled up inside her. She