The Master Player. Emma Darcy

over it. She hugged the arm of the man who had done this for her as they walked out of the hotel suite together, thinking how lucky she was to have a shark on her side, patrolling the waters around her, keeping bad things away.

      Her whole body tingled at being in such close physical contact with him but it wasn’t a tingle of fear or alarm, more one of excitement, pleasure in being attached to the power that had affected her freedom. She was acutely aware of the muscular strength of his arm, the whole male strength of him appealing to her female instincts, stirring a wish that he could always be at her side.

      Which was totally unrealistic.

      And weak, Chloe sternly told herself.

      She had to learn to be strong on her own.

      But right now, it felt amazingly good to be with Maximilian Hart.