Chapter 149

"Liv" Archer looked down at the delicate, pale hand wandering across his chest. "Can't find it? Keep searching carefully." That deep, magnetic voice... The roaming hand froze abruptly, coming to rest over his left pectoral muscle. Beneath her palm, she could feel a small, firm protrusion—the unmistakable contour of well-defined, rock-hard abs. Claire was wide awake now. No—more accurately, she'd been jolted awake. One moment she was drifting in hazy dreams, the next plunged into a living nightmare. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to face reality. She distinctly remembered getting into her own car, dozing off against Liv's shoulder! How the hell had she woken up next to someone else?! This was no different than a one-night stand gone horribly wrong!! "Giving up already?" Warm breath brushed against her ear as he leaned closer. Before she could react, his large, elegant hand closed over hers—still pressed against his chest—and guided it deliberately to the right. His tone was infuri