Page 4 of Pursued by the Player

Jett frowned and blocked the fan before he could get a good shot. While he was used to having his picture taken, the woman would most likely want some privacy in her current state.

“Please,” she whispered as she looked up into his face. “No ambulance. I’m fine, really.” She looked around them at the growing crowd of spectators. “This is so embarrassing.” The words slipped from her lips in a barely audible hush.

“No, you’re not fine.” He swooped down and caught behind her knees as cameras started to flash all around him.

“What are you doing?” the woman asked.

“Getting you out of here.” He lifted her off the ground and strode toward his limo.

“Vince,” he called.

“Got it.” His driver opened the door, and Jett placed her inside on the leather seat. Within moments, he was sitting next to her with the door closed.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“My limo. The windows are tinted, so no one will be able to take our picture.”

“Why would someone take our picture?”

He ignored her question. “You can have some privacy here while we wait for the ambulance.”

“I don’t need an ambulance,” she said as she leaned her head back on the seat.

“Humor me.” He framed his face with her hands and stared into her chocolate-colored eyes. “You look dazed.”

She smiled. “You look good.” She reached out and tapped the end of his nose. “Good enough to eat.”Before Jett could react, she leaned forward and captured his lips with her own.

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