Courting Suspicion
It’s difficult to run when you want to get caught. Book Four of the Courting Series.Washington DC’s elite escort service, Luxxor is known for its beautiful companions and its discretion. Nina Lockwood – classy, gorgeous, and whip-smart – has spent years building this risky business, but everything is put in jeopardy when a bull-headed, sexy detective starts poking around.Josh Morgan is the last man on earth she should be attracted to, but Nina can’t help it. A romance with a member of the Metro Police would be reckless, but she fantasizes about taking on her role of a D.C. madam in a more personal and pleasurable way.Josh has always been suspicious of Luxxor but is more intrigued by the mystery of the woman who runs it. He knows she’s hiding secrets and he wants to discover each and every one of them – in uniform or not.But when a Luxxor escort is found in a compromising situation with a prominent politician, the true cat-n-mouse game begins. Can Josh and Nina lower their guards to trust one another and give in to the attraction they both feel? Or will their suspicion minds keep them from seeing the true conspiracy going on behind the scenes?
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Table of Contents
She never should have agreed to this. She was enjoying herself too much.
Nina looked around Nationals Park and took it all in: the smell of freshly cut grass, the feel of dirt under her Prada sneakers, the sound of the crack of a bat, and the sight of the ruggedly handsome man at the batting cage. Her date for the game was actively chatting up the Nationals’ batting coach, an All Star himself back in his playing days.
She’d known the detective was a baseball guy. He just had that hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet thing about him. Plus, that sexy, loose-hipped walk was a signature of a natural athlete.
Whatever she thought of the man, she’d noticed that. She was used to seeing him in suits, ties and a badge, but it was even more apparent with the jeans and Nationals T-shirt he was wearing. It was a good look on him.
Not that she was looking …
‘Hey, Niña,’ the centre fielder said as he stepped into the batting cage for some practice swings. ‘How’s it goin’?’
‘Can’t complain, Andre.’
She felt the detective’s gaze slide over her and land on the Nationals’ star player. She could practically hear the gears in his head start clicking, but she refused to react.
‘Good luck out there,’ she said.
The switch-hitter turned on an inside pitch and laced it down the right field line. Nina was aware she was one of only a handful of people in the world who knew he switch-hit off the field, too.
He threw her a grin when the ball rattled around in the corner of the stadium. ‘Luck from a pretty lady always works.’
The game was scheduled for under the lights. It was still early enough in the season for there to be a nip in the air, yet Nina felt nothing but heat along her entire right side when Detective Morgan moved a step closer.
‘Niña?’ he muttered under his breath.
‘It’s just his accent.’
‘It means “baby girl”.’
She met his look, even though she had to tilt back her head to do it. ‘It also causes powerful storms.’
His dark gaze sparked. ‘He got that right.’
The low rumble stroked over her skin, and Nina fought not to shiver. The goosebumps popping up on her skin had nothing to do with a chill. She watched as Morgan folded his arms on a metal bar of the batting cage and leaned in to watch the superstar take more warm-up cuts.
‘Are you having a good time, Detective?’
He clicked his tongue.
‘Josh,’ she quickly amended.
She was rewarded with a quick grin, one of those rare flashes that made her knees nearly buckle. She wrapped her hands more securely around the metal bar and focused on the instructions the batting coach was calling to the next player who stepped up to the plate.
She was supposed to call him Josh tonight. It was one of a handful of stipulations he’d put on accepting her gift of tickets to the game. She was to call him Josh – no mention of his job title allowed; she was to let him drive her to the game – no security detail permitted; and she was to escort him to the game.
Escort.
Between his choice of words and his list of conditions, she’d spent the last two weeks worrying that he knew more of her secrets than he should.
More, certainly, than was safe …
Still leaning against the cage, he turned to face her. His dark gaze was too observant as it swept over her whitened grip. ‘It’s been fascinating so far.’
Which was the last thing she wanted. Engaging his curious mind was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
She carefully unclenched her fingers and slipped her hands into the pockets of her Nationals jacket. ‘I think it’s time we found our seats.’
