Flawless Danger (The Spencer & Sione #1) Read Free

compassionate entrepreneur.”
    “Who is this friend you told to check me out?” Spencer demanded. “How did he find out that stuff about me and Rae? Who told him?”
    “I have no idea who told him,” Ben said. “I only wish he hadn’t told me. Finding out more about you made me understand your actions even less.”
    She dropped her gaze to the omelet, the shame returning. Ben’s confusion mirrored hers. When she’d made the decision to “date” Ben, her reasons had made perfect sense. Now, she realized that what she’d thought was logical was actually lunacy.
    “I guess I don’t understand how you had the guts to do it,” Ben said, bracing his hands against the edge of the island as he glared at her. “You weren’t scared of getting caught?”
    Spencer considered his question, a query she wasn’t sure how to answer. When Ben had fallen asleep, she hadn’t been content about the idea of stealing from him. Convinced that “dating” him was her only option, she’d let misguided convictions lead her into the closet, where she’d found the Rolex watches and cash. Once the loot was in her Coach bag, her only concern was getting out of the house.
    And she did get out. Eventually. But not before she’d encountered Ben holding a large gun and pointing it right in her face.
    “I guess, sweet girl, I wonder, why me?” Ben asked. “How did you choose me as a target? You usually go for more mature gentlemen.”
    Spencer didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t wanted to steal from Ben, but she felt she had no choice. At the time, she’d thought she was falling for him, and the easiest way to stop her descent into romantic madness was to never see Ben again. But she needed a good reason to walk away from him.
    Her older sister’s “Dating Protocol” had given her the reason. According to Rae’s rules, you could only “date” a man once. After “dating” a guy, you weren’t supposed to have anything to do with him, just in case the GHB hadn’t been completely effective.
    Spencer had reasoned that if she “dated” Ben, she couldn’t see him again. If she never saw him again, then she couldn’t fall in love with him. If she didn’t fall in love with him, then she wouldn’t become “that wife.” Slippery slope logic, she realized now.
    “You know, sweet girl,” Ben said and then folded his arms. “I just realized that when I was recounting the compassionate entrepreneur’s sad tale of woe, I completely left out the most important part.”
    “And what part was that?”
    “I didn’t tell you why I went away to recuperate,” Ben said, then walked around the island, and stood beside her. “You remember I told you about the man who broke into my home that night?”
    “The man with the green snake tattoo on his face?” She glanced up, giving him the side-eye.
    Resting an arm on the back of her chair, Ben lowered his head until his mouth was inches from her ear. “I wanted to find out how the hell that man got into my home,” he said. “And so I decided to take a look and see.”
    Puzzled, she turned her head a fraction and found his mouth merely a breath away. Ignoring the warm skittering feeling below her navel, she said, “Take a look and see what?”
    “Come with me,” he said, whispering the words against her skin. “I’ll show you.”
    Moments later, in the spacious living room, Ben picked up a remote control from a side table and then told Spencer to take a seat. Wary, she perched on the edge of the black, oversized leather couch, her hands clasped between her knees.
    “This is the video from my interior surveillance cameras,” Ben said.
    Her heart dropped as she stared at him. “Interior surveillance cameras?”
    “I had them in every room of the townhouse,” he said, facing the seventy-inch television against the wall as he pointed the remote control at the screen.
    “In every room?”
    “Yes, sweet girl,” he said and then turned his head to give her a smile. “There