“Max!” Violet screamed, her body half hanging out of the train car.
He swung himself up, his other sleeve snagging on the ladder. “Get inside before you fall off. I know what I’m doing.” “But you’re stuck!” He ignored his exasperation, only slightly convinced falling out of the train would make the damn woman believe that she was in danger, and climbed the ladder to the top of the car. The trap door he hoped for greeted him and he jimmied open the top, then slid through and into the car. The face that greeted him was as welcome as it was irate. “How’d you know to do that?” “I played a hunch.” “What if you’d been stuck there?” “I wasn’t.” “But what if—” Max dragged her forward, crushing his mouth to hers. He spread his legs against the swaying of the train and pulled her even closer, flush against his body. It wasn’t the time or the situation for romance, but he’d be damned if he let another moment go without touching her. * * * Be sure to check out the next books in the Dangerous in Dallas series. Danger and desire fill the hot Texas nights … The Professional Addison Fox Texas transplant ADDISON FOX is a lifelong romance reader, addicted to happy-ever-after. There’s nothing she enjoys more than penning novels about two strong-willed, exciting people on that magical fall into love. When she’s not writing, she can be found spending time with family and friends, reading or enjoying a glass of wine. Contact Addison at her website—www.addisonfox.com—or catch up with her on Facebook (addisonfoxauthor) and Twitter (@addisonfox). MILLS & BOON
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