When Kate Watts abandoned her law career to open a food pantry in Northeast Minneapolis, she never dreamed it would be this difficult. Facing the heartbreaking prospect of turning hungry people away, she is grateful for the anonymous donations that begin appearing at the end of each month. Determined to identify and thank her secret benefactor, she launches a plan and catches Ian âa charismatic hacker with a Robin Hood complexâin the act.
Ian intrigues Kate in a way no man ever has. But after learning heâs snooped around on her personal computer, she demands retribution. Impressed with her tolerance and captivated by her spirit, he complies and begins to slowly charm his way past her defenses. Time spent with Ian is never boring, and Kate soon finds herself falling for the mysterious hacker.
But Ian has enemies and theyâre growing restless. In the hacking world, exploiting a targetâs weakness is paramount, and no price is too high to stop an attack. And when Kate learns exactly how much Ian has paid, sheâll discover just how strong her love is for the man who has hacked his way into her heart.
Â© 2015 Tracey Garvis Graves
âOh, hi,â she said.
âImagine running into you here.â
âThis is quite a coincidence.â
âItâs not a coincidence at all. I knew you were following me.â
âYou did not.â
âI spotted you hiding behind the plant when I walked into the bank. Plus I could smell your perfume as soon as I stepped out here.â
âDid youââshe used her fingers to make little air quotesââappropriate money from this bank?â she whispered.
âOf course not. I do all my work from the Batcave. Believe it or not, I actually bank here. I was just signing some papers.â
Kate had never seen a man look so utterly scrumptious while wearing glasses. There was something about the combination of his hair, his scruff, and the semi-rimless designer frames that made him irresistible. âAre the glasses a disguise? Because I totally knew it was you.â
âThe glasses are real. I often suffer from eyestrain since I spend so much time on the computer, and I was up late last night, working.â
âThey make you look very smart.â She took a moment to imagine how his scruff would feel rubbing against her skin if he were to kiss her.
âI am smart, but I think you mean devastatingly handsome. More so than normal, that is.â
âYouâre so humble.â
âReady?â He walked to the door and held it open for her.
âFollow me.â He looked at her and laughed. âThat shouldnât be a problem for you.â
They took the elevator to the basement, and when the doors opened to the parking garage, Kate followed Ian to a row of cars. He stopped beside one and pulled a set of keys from his pocket.
Ian smiled. âItâs aââ
â1964 Shelby Daytona Cobra Coupe.â
ââ65. But color me impressed.â
âMy brother Chad was obsessed with this car. He used to have a poster of it on his bedroom wall. There were only six built between 1964 and 1965.â
âA bit rare indeed.â
The last authentic Shelby had sold at auction for around seven million. Ianâs was obviously a replica, of which there were quite a few, but it was still a very notable vehicle with a price tag that started in the low six figures. âHelena called it an old blue car.â
He grinned, looking contemplative. âTechnically, that is correct.â
Kate could not resist running her hand lightly over the Guardsman Blue paint and the white racing stripes on the hood. The Shelby was unmistakably race-car-like in appearance with its aerodynamic design and unique body style. Chad was going to be so jealous. âFor someone who values his privacy, isnât this a bit ostentatious?â
âRakishly handsome playboy who makes grand philanthropic gestures and drives a flashy car. Any of this ringing a bell?â
âRakishly handsome playboy?â
âWell, if the Prada loafer fits. Wouldnât you fly under the radar more easily in, say, a Ford Focus?â she asked.
âA Ford Focus? You want me to tool around town in a Ford Focus? Jesus, would I still have my balls?â
âNo, they cut them off when they hand you the keys. Of course youâd still have your balls. What kind of question is that? This conversation has gotten way off track.â
âYou mean because we started out talking about my car and now weâre talking about my balls?â
âI believe so.â
âMaybe we should go back to talking about your car.â
âYou want to drive it, donât you?â
âWhy would I want to drive your car?â
âWhy wouldnât you want to drive my car? Can you handle a stick shift?â
âYes, and rather competently I might add.â
âThatâs an enormous turn-on. Truly.â
She pretended not to hear him. âThis is not a good car for Minnesota winters.â
âHorrible, I agree. My other car has four-wheel drive, but itâs not nearly as fun to operate as this one.â Ian dangled the keys in front of her.
He was right. Kate was dying to drive his car and couldnât wait to see how it handled. She took the keys, opened the door, and reached over to unlock the passenger side for Ian. They belted up, and she started the car.
âPlease note that Iâm already making good on my promise, Katie. Because I assure you, driving this car will be the opposite of boring.â
Tracey Garvis Graves is a , , and bestselling author. Her debut novel, , spent 9 weeks on the bestseller list, has been translated into twenty-seven languages, and is in development with MGM and Temple Hill Productions for a feature film. She is also the author of and .