Read Last Second Chance for Free Online Page A

She was not the kind of woman he could have. Not the kind of woman who would want anything to do with someone like him. But a man could dream.
    And dream he did.
    When he finally opened his eyes, the light coming through the blinds was different.
    Sun must be setting. Sunset was fast become his least favorite time of day. It meant the darkness was coming. The quiet that allowed his demons to be heard loud and clear.
    “Mr. Ransom?” a soft female voice called from the doorway, jerking him completely awake.
    His heart slammed into his throat. Was it her? He stood eagerly only to find a petite blonde in black scrubs lingering in his doorway. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair.
    No. Of course it wasn’t. He needed to pull his shit together.
    He forced a smile at the blonde. “I used to be,” he said as she closed the door and walked the rest of the way into the room.
    She was pretty enough, just no Stella Jo Chandler. Who’d grown up on a horse ranch. Who could probably ride him six ways to Sunday. A groan was building in his chest. His dick was still hard. Fantastic.
    Thoughts of Stella made his mouth go dry. He licked his lips and tried to get rid of blondie. “Yeah, um, if this is about insurance or something, my business manager handled that with—”
    “Oh. No, Mr. Ransom. This isn’t about insurance.” She smiled seductively as she came around the bed to face him. “My shift just ended, so I wanted to come by and see if you needed anything.”
    Ah. He caught her meaning. Anything. Well, this was going to be awkward. Did he even know how to turn a woman down? He’d never had a reason to before. Well, except when he was with Nessa, but she did her thing and he did his. So this would be a first.
    “Yeah. Thanks for thinking of me. But I’m all set.”
    She kept coming until she was within touching distance. “Looks like there’s at least one thing I could help you with.” Dark eyes pressed into his as she reached out and stroked his dick over his jeans.
    Bold little minx, this one.
    Her nails scraped the denim and the noise irritated him. She lowered to kneeling and he ached all over, like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on him. And his erection. It would be so much easier if he were high. He could let blondie suck him off and kick her out when he was finished. But he was sober and her dark roots were showing. Her skin was a tanning spray shade of orange. Between that and the nails, she was nothing but artificial. And he was craving real .
    Skin a warm shade of golden caramel, natural sun-kissed chestnut hair that fell in waves over delicate shoulders.
    “Look, I appreciate—”
    His protest was cut off by the sound of the door opening. A nurse giving him a blowjob would probably be an excellent way to get kicked out. Even though he was still zipped up, he knew how it looked.
    The green eyes that stared at him from the doorway were exactly the ones he wanted to see—any time other than right that second. Every muscle in his body clenched. The bed blocked her view of his unwelcome visitor. He desperately wanted to kick the girl under it. Or out the window. Whichever.
    “Hey, sorry to bother you,” her soft voice purred. “I just wanted to say thank you for earlier. But um, I’ve been briefed on your situation, so maybe in the future you shouldn’t—”
    Before Van could stop her, the girl beneath him stood up and glared at Stella. “Yeah, hon, we’re kinda busy here if you don’t mind.”
    Her perfect mouth dropped into an O of surprise. Van wanted to hurdle the bed and grab her so he could explain. Hurt filled her eyes. It made him feel good in a sick way and disgusted with himself at the same time. She dropped something that smacked against the floor but didn’t bend down to get it.
    “Oh God. Sorry. Carry on,” she said sharply as she turned to leave.
    “Stella,” he called out after her, shoving his way past the blonde so he could get around the bed. Those damn nails