Jordan slid to the side so she could position herself in front of the monitor and keyboard. His
hand brushed her thigh, sending sparks through her. It took effort to remind herself that the task at
hand was much more important than his thigh resting against hers, or his hand moving to the back
of her chair and his fingers playing with a strand of her hair. Denying the temptation was a lost
cause. She wanted Jordan, and wanted him bad, but she could only admit it to herself.
Even though she was supposed to be looking for her daughter, every part of her body yearned for Jordan’s touch.