Mackenzie took a step forward, asking, “What are you doing here, Mr. Axford?”

Chase’s sea blue eyes moved to meet hers for a split second, then he raked his gaze down her body. A heated swirl of desire had charged up in him from the moment those doors opened and she stepped in.

On those long legs in a black skirt that made her waist look even smaller than usual, and the white shirt that was buttoned all the way to the crook of her neck.

It made the soft bulge of her breasts all the more noticeable. His needy gaze found its way back to her distressed face, and...