Oh, why not? You only live once. Isabella pulled out a cigarette as she sauntered over to him. Her sex god turned, his glowing eyes burning right through her again, but her alcoholic armor held fast. “Hey, handsome. Got a light?” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You can’t smoke in here.” “What are you going to do? Arrest me.” “Do I look like a cop?” Liquid fire eyes drifted over each feature of her face. She actually felt their warmth skimming over the arch of her brow, the line of her nose, the borders of her lips. They parted as those copper eyes returned to hers. “No, but you do look like someone who knows his way around a pair of handcuffs.