"Which left one of two possibilities for her visitor. Chase or Zane. In her mind, it wasn't even a close vote. She crossed her fingers and walked to the door. When she pulled it open, she fully expected to see Chase standing in the hallway, because that was how her luck was running these days. Yet the man in front of her was tall, good-looking and had a mouth, she knew from personal experience, that could reduce grown women who should know better to puddles of liquid desire. She blinked and wondered when the finger-crossing technique had actually started working. "Evening," Zane said. It was a pretty wordy opening for him."