Hammered: Love Trap Read online

  “I'm not a kitten, I’m Jade Fletcher, and for your information I’m late for a dinner that’s supposed to be celebrating me as the youngest junior partner at my law firm.”

  “Is that so?” I felt emotion tug at all the ravaged nerves in my stomach. Randy wasn’t kidding when he said you never know what you may run into at The Clifton--wealthy socialites, angry valets, the ghosts of past loves. “Well, Jade Fletcher,” I lingered on a name I hadn’t let my tongue wrap itself around since the last time I’d set foot in this town. “You sound like a busy lady, I guess we need to get you on the road then.”

  “I’ve only been working there for two years.” I could see her shifting out of the corner of my eye as she spoke, peeling the arms of her white button-down shirt off and stuffing it over the enormous case that sat in the corner. “I didn’t expect to move up so soon. When they announced my promotion at the monthly meeting, I wanted to melt into the chair.”

  “It must have taken a lot of hard work to get there.” I shifted, aware of her proximity in an entirely new way. “Do you practice at Fletcher and Pane?”

  “How did you know?” Her tone was lighter, less fearful, as long as I encouraged her to talk.

  “It’s the only place in town--also, the last name was a clue.”

  “Oh yeah,” she hummed softly. “How long have you been a paramedic?”

  I cleared my throat, about to answer her when a soft snick sound echoed through the cramped box of the elevator, before the entire cage swayed a moment. The lights flickered once, and Jade Fletcher’s fingernails clutched into my bicep.

  By the second flicker, she was clutching at my chest.

  And when the lights finally flickered out, she was already in my arms.

  Lucky for us, it may have been just the thing that saved her when the elevator began to fall.

  Continue Reading