nd humiliation evaporated, replaced by

shirt, the gold stripes on his shoulders-it was more breathtaking than she

le spread across his face. "Harmon. Didn't expect to see you down he

more, to blow the wh

Clyde Curry materialized at his

ng no room for argument. "Mr. Chandler is here to personally oversee you

a stroke of genius. It was both a

nt. The playfulness vanished from his eyes, replaced by a grudging respect.

isis w

arm, his eyes scanning her wrist. "Did he hurt you?" His voi

he conflict, Braxton, Kalie-it all faded awa

reathed, the words coming ou

ears. He cleared his throat, a flicker of somet

a little rough. He took her han

ctfully. Some called him "Captain Chandler," others, "Mr. Chandler." Lost

rea. "What were you doing with him?

's call, about the report

Sargent, Erin. He's a complicated man." He did

ught occurred to her. "Wait. What are you doing here

"I had my flight changed. I'm

widened.

e smile touching his lips. "For today,

own her spine. Every doubt, every feeling of loneliness she'

ompletely, and irrevocably in love with the

eyes, Harmon felt a pang of someth

as g

for a phantom