Reckless (Benson Security 1)

“Julia, you know you can’t go alone, right?” he said softly. “You have trouble dealing with authority figures. Do you even speak Spanish?”

“I’m going to hire someone to help with that.” Fingers crossed. It was on her list.

His sigh was heavy. “Things are slow right now. The office doesn’t officially open for another month. You can hand your oversight of the renovations to Ryan. It will keep him out of trouble.”

Julia nodded as relief surged through her. She could also tick off the first item on her to-do list—she’d managed to successfully talk to Callum. Her joy was short-lived as he kept on talking.

“I don’t like the idea of you dealing with this alone. And I definitely don’t like you relying on a stranger to translate for you.” He raised his head and shouted. “Joe, come here.”

Panic! Alert! Abort mission! Retreat! Run, woman, run!

Unfortunately her feet stayed stuck to the spot. She felt, rather than saw, Joe approach. He stood a little too close to her, his hands in the pockets of his faded jeans.

“What’s up?” He glanced at her, but spoke to Callum.

“Julia here has to go to Peru to get her grandmother out of jail. You speak Spanish, right?”

“Fluently.” It was a low, amused rumble.

Run! Run now! Still Julia remained frozen.

“Great,” Callum said. “You mind going with Julia? Helping her out?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Joe’s lazy drawl momentarily robbed her of thought.

“Fantastic,” Callum said. “Keep in touch and let me know if you need anything.” He looked behind Julia. “Crap, it’s turning into a party. I need to go.” And then he shot for the door.

It took time, but Julia eventually looked up at Joe. Dark eyes considered her, making her want to hide behind her plant. Those eyes started to sparkle and a slow, sexy grin appeared.

“Gonna be hard to avoid me now, Jules,” the infuriating man said.

And as usual, Julia couldn’t get any appropriate words out of her mouth.

Thank You!