grant-madsen

I met Ana doing free weights,_ Roger said. __his hard-body señorita was putting me to shame on squats, and I asked her how she got such a tight ass ____nd then she decked you.___ah, she loved it! She__ real proud of that butt _ she should be. She took me to one of her classes, and I got hooked. She__ a Zumba instructor.__rant absorbed that information for a moment. __ou do...Zumba?___t__ great! Much more fun than PT. You just get going..._ He did a little two-step maneuver on the city street, dancing to an unknown Latin beat. __ha cha cha. Heeuh? Ana does this a little better than me...__rant tried to hold it in. He really did. But his body quivered, his shoulders shook, and soon a whooping laugh erupted _ which lasted quite a few seconds.Roger abruptly stopped his dance. __ou judge, Madsen. Not cool.

Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don__ know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you__e staying right here.

I__ glad I went to prison," Grant rasped in Sophie__ ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you.

Um, h-h-hi,_ Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.

His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra__ 'My Kind of Town.

Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I__ on parole, that I__ not really free.

Aren__ those vegetables sexy, Rog?_ Grant cooed, trying to hold in laughter. __exy, sexy veggies. You two need to go on lots of dates together.

Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie__

Okay, I__e got the hidden microphones with GPS here,_ Agent Bounter said. __et__ get one on you.___ow, sir?___he Russians are on the radar. It__ time.__s Bounter turned to pick up the tiny button-size microphone, Grant clenched his hands into fists, his anticipation bui

Grant glanced down at his khaki jacket. Since he__ slipped on the US Navy uniform in Agent Bounter__ office, he__ felt a confident swagger possess him. His spine lengthened, and his shoulders retracted. He should__e been wearing this every day, not the stupid dress shirt and slacks of a lounge singer.

Speaking of banging, when__ McSailor getting home?_ Kirsten__ smirk was the size of Texas.Sophie had to smile. __rude. You__e crude, roomie.

He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She stopped breathing as he leaned down__hmigod, the Adonis was about to kiss her__nd planted the softest, most sensual kiss on her lips.Time stood still on the busy Chicago street.