“Pretty sure trouble is sitting on my stool.” I leaned forward to grasp her chin in my fingers, causing her hands to freeze. My eyes held hers, getting lost in her seas of blue, reminding me of all the beautiful places I’d been. None of those places could compare to this apartment. Her pink lips parted, and her chest heaved under my scrutiny. “You a woman who likes trouble, Little Song?” “Only your kind of trouble, Mason,”
