Nash tilted his head. “Do you mind putting it in?”

“No, I don’t mind putting it in.” Hilary bit her bottom lip as she took the package from his outstretched hand. His fingers stroked over the back of her hand causing her to shiver.

“Thanks.” Nash gave her a wolfish grin and stood. “I assume you were talking about my information and not my –“ He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the bulge in his crotch.

“I can’t say that I’m opposed to either.”

Nash laughed. Damn, she’s a feisty one. Who knew he could be so turned on by a short-haired blonde woman in a button-up top with nerdy glasses? “You’re funny. I expected a middle-aged woman with gray hair in a bun, who looked like she’d sucked on a pickle.”

“But you got me instead.” Hilary frowned.

“Yep, thanks again, Hilary. You’re awesome.” Nash stood. “When will I hear something?”

Hilary looked at the screen. “The job closes in two days. You should hear something from us by Friday at the latest.”

“Sounds great.” Nash stopped when he reached the door. “Have a great day, Hilary. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

As Nash exited the door, he shook his head. Another time, another place. He would have loved to take Hilary out on the town and then back to his place for naked Twister and some soul-burning kisses.

Chapter One

Nash Carter shifted his feet as he stood outside the door of his employment recruiter’s office. The thought of begging for a job grated on his nerves, but he would do whatever it took.

He watched as the woman slipped her reading glasses off the top of her head and settled them on her nose. Once she had her computer booted up, she glanced at her watch.

Nash rapped on the doorframe. “Hello?”

“Yes?” Her mouth dropped as she studied him.

He held back a chuckle. The woman was shitty as fuck at concealing her emotions. “I’m Nash Carter. Your one o’clock appointment.”

“Come on in, Nash.” Hilary waved to the chair in front of her. “I’m Hilary Wilson.”

“Nice to meet you, Hilary.” He emphasized her name as he spoke. What is wrong with me? I don’t have time to flirt or mess around. But Ms. Hilary was tempting in all the right ways.

As he took the seat across from her, Nash’s thighs touched the sides of the chair.

She inhaled. “What can I help you with?”

Nash’s blue eyes bore into hers. He needed to focus on the only important thing in his life. Everything else needed to wait. “I need a legit job.”

“No under the cover work for you?” Her face flushed.

Nash’s lip curled in a half smile. “No. Although, I’m sure I could make a decent living as an escort.”

Hilary fanned herself. “Yeah, I’m sure you could. What are you good at?”

“Besides sex?” Why am I tempting fate? Why? The answer was simple. Hilary was an open book, and he wanted to turn the pages.

“Yes.”

Nash shrugged. The fabric of his black t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and massive biceps. His arms were covered in tattoos. “Well, I’ve worked on construction crews.”

“Yeah?”

“That’s what I’m currently doing, but they don’t want to report my wages. I really need something that is above board.”

“Okay, what else?”

Nash paused. If she knew his past, would she be as intrigued by him? Not likely. “I’ve bartended, mucked horse shit at a stable as a teen, and cleaned the floors at the jail.”

“I see.”

Yeah, that’s what he thought. Good girls weren’t impressed with criminal records. Hell, he couldn’t say he blamed her. The fact that he’d gotten convicted still had him pissed as fuck, and it had been over three years before.

Not that her lack of interest mattered. Nash didn’t have time for romancing a woman, and Hilary was the kind of girl that deserved some special treatment. Too bad he was meeting her then and not six months into the future.

Nash crossed his arms. His employment situation was his only concern now. His future depended on it. “However, I’m prepared to do anything at this point. Even if it’s less money than I’m currently making.”