Fallen Angels - Beguiled, Wanton, Uncovered

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Fallen Angels 01 – Beguiled by Lori Foster Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Synopsis: P.I. Dane Carter assumed his murdered twin's identity to find his killer. Angel Morris was his main suspect a woman his twin had betrayed. Now Dane could destroy her trust again. By falling in love with her PROLOGUE Contents-Next Harsh wind threw icy crystals of snow down the back of his neck, causing him to shiver. He raised his collar, then shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his coat, resisting the urge to touch the gravestone. The grave was all but covered in white, making everything look clean, but Dane Carter didnt buy it. Not for a minute. Hed missed the burial by almost four months. His family was outraged, of course, but theyd never really forgiven him for past transgressions, so he figured one more didnt matter. Except to himself. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His face felt tight, more from restrained emotion than from the biting cold. The death of his twin was a harsh reality to accept, like losing the better part of himself even though he and Derek hadnt been in contact much lately. Dane had been away from the family, disconnected from the business, for quite a few years now. He deliberately took the cases from his P.I. firm that kept him out of town as much as possible. Though his office was only an hour away, hed been out of reach when his brother had needed him most. Though everyone seemed to accept Dereks death as an accident, concerned only with keeping the news out of the media to avoid a panic with the shareholders, Dane couldnt let it rest. He wouldnt let it rest. He had a nose for intrigue, and things had begun to smell really foul. It wasnt anything he could put his finger on, just a gut feeling, but his instincts had held him in good stead as a private detective for several years nowever since hed left the family business in his brothers capable hands. He hunkered down suddenly and stuck one hand through the snow to the frozen ground. What the hell happened, Derek? This was a lousy trick to play on me. I never wanted this, not the company, hell, not even the family most of the time. You left too damn many loose ends, brother. The wind howled a hollow answer, and disgusted with himself, Dane drew his hand back and cupped it close to his face, warming his fingers with his breath. And what about this Angel Morris woman? I got a letter from her, you know, only she assumed youd get it. Seems she doesnt know youre gone and she wants to pick up where the two of you left off. I believe Im going to oblige her. His mind skittered about with ramifications of deceit, but he had to cover all the bases. According to the records hed uncovered, Angel Morris had been seeing Derek on a regular basis until the takeover of her company. Derek had used information Angel gave him to make the takeover easier, and Angel had gotten fired because of it. She had plenty of reasons to despise Derek, and he certainly deserved her enmity. Yet now she wanted to see him again. After so long, he had to wonder if Angel had assumed Derek was dead, but with Danes return, she felt she had unfinished business. After all, no pronouncements had been made.

As far as the outside world was concerned, Derek Carter was still running the business. Only a select few knew of his demise. The family had thought it best if Dane filled in for a while. If he pretended to be Derek no one would start rumors about a company without a leader, or a family with a scandal. All in all, Dane wasnt sure which possibility worried his mother more. The company was her life, and the Carter name was sacred in her mind. She wouldnt want either one damaged. And if Derek had been murdered, if the accident wasnt an accident at all as Dane feared, it would certainly hit the news. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

But that wasnt why Dane had agreed to come back, why he was filling in for his brother. No, he wanted the truth, no matter what. And hed damn well get it. If Angel knew anything, if she was involved with Dereks death in any way, even peripherally, Dane would find out. He may have disassociated himself from the family, but he could be every bit as ruthless as the best of them. Dane shook his head. Ill be seeing her first thing tomorrow, alone, away from the family as she insisted. Ill let you know how it goes. With that banal farewell, he turned and trod back through the snow to the road where his car sat idling, offering warmth, but no peace of mind. What a laugh. Dane Carter hadnt had peace of mind since hed walked out on his family, regardless of what he told them, what he insisted to himself. Maybe Angel, if she wasnt an enemy, could prove to be a nice distraction from his present worries. His brother had always had excellent taste in women. CHAPTER ONE Contents-Prev |Next Angel tried to meter her breathing, to look calm, but her heart felt lodged in her throat and wouldnt budge. She hated doing this, had sworn shed never so much as speak to the man again after his last, most devastating rejection. But shed been left with little choice. With her shoe box tucked beneath her arm and one hand on the wall, offering support, she made her way down the hall to Dereks office. She still felt awkward without her crutches, but she knew better than to show him any weaknesses at all. When she reached the open door, she straightened her shoulders, forced a smile, and tried to make her steps as smooth as possible. Derek sat behind his desk, his chair half turned so that he could look out the window at the Saturday morning traffic. The rest of the building, except for the security guards, was empty, just as shed planned. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He was still as gorgeous, as physically compelling as ever, only now he looked a little disheveled, a little rumpled. She liked this look better than the urbane businessman he usually portrayed. The only other time shed seen him relaxed like this was right after hed made love to her. That thought licked a path of heat from her heart to her stomach and back again, and she had to clear her throat. His chair jerked around and his gaze pierced her, freezing her on the spot. Even her heartbeat seemed to shudder and die. Only his eyes moved as he looked her over, slowly and in excruciating detail, as if hed never seen her before and needed to commit her to memory, then their eyes metand locked. For painstaking moments they stayed that way, and the heat, the intensity of his gaze, thawed her clear down to her toes. Her chest heaved as she tried to deal with the unexpected punch of reacting to him

again. It shouldnt have happened; she didnt care anymore, wasnt awed by him now. Her infatuation had long since faded away, but seeing him with his straight brown hair hanging over his brow, his shirtsleeves rolled up, made him more human than ever. His gaze seemed brighter, golden like a fox, and she tightened her hold on the shoe box, using it to remind herself of her purpose. She saw some indiscernible emotion cross his face, and then he stood. Angel. His voice was low and deep. As he rounded the desk his eyes never left hers, and she felt almost ensnared. She retreated a step, which effectively halted his approach. He lifted one dark eyebrow in a look of confusion. Idiot. She didnt want to put him off, to show him her nervousness. That would gain her nothing. She tried a smile, but he didnt react to it. Moving more slowly now, he stepped closer, watching her, waiting. Can I take your coat? She closed her eyes, trying to dispel the fog of emotions that swamped her. When she opened them again, she found him even closer, studying her, scrutinizing her every feature. He lifted a hand and she held her breath, but his fingers only coasted, very gently, over her cheek. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Youre cold, he said softly. Then he stepped back. Can I pour you a cup of coffee? Angel nodded, relieved at the mundane offer. Thank you. Coffee sounds wonderful. Walking forward, she set her shoe box on the edge of the desk and slipped out of her coat, aware of his continued glances as he collected two mugs from a tray. She didnt mean to, but she said, You seem different. He paused, then deliberately went back to his task. Oh? In what way? With one hand resting on the shoe box, she used the other to indicate his clothes. Ive never seen you dressed so casually before. And offering to pour me coffee. Usually you He interrupted, handing her a steaming mug. Usually I leave domestic tasks to women, I know. He shrugged, gifting her with that beautiful smile of his that could melt ice even on a day like today. But you insisted no one else be here today, so I was left to my own devices. It was either make the coffee, or do without. Angel fidgeted. You know why I didnt want anyone else here. Your family would have asked questions if theyd seen us together. He nodded slowly. True. Then he asked in a low curious tone, Why are you here, Angel? Flirting had never come easy to her, but especially not these days. She smiled. Ive missed you, of course. Didnt you miss me just a little? He stared a moment longer, then carefully set his mug aside. Most definitely, he said. He took her coffee as well, placing it beside his, then cupped her face. Strangely enough, his fingers felt rough rather than smooth, and very hot. He searched her every feature, lingering on her mouth while his thumb wreaked havoc on her bottom lip, smoothing, stroking. Show me how much you missed me, Angel. Now this was the Derek she understood, the man who always put his own pleasures first, the man who Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

had always physically wanted her. That hadnt changed. Without hesitation, surprised at how acceptable the prospect of kissing him seemed when all day shed been dreading it, she leaned upward. He was much taller than her, and her leg was too weak for tiptoes, so she caught him around the neck and pulled him down. When her mouth touched his, tentative and shy, she felt his smile. She kept her eyes tightly closed, mostly because she knew he was watching her and she felt exposed, as if hed guess her game at any moment. It had been so long since shed done this, since shed kissed a man, and she was woefully out of

practice and nervous to boot. If necessity hadnt driven her to it, shed have gone many more months, maybe even years, without touching a man. Especially this man. But now she was touching him, and shamefully, to her mind, it was rather enjoyable. Tilting her head, she parted her lips just a bit and kissed him again, more enthusiastically this time, nibbling his bottom lip between her teeth. His humor fled and he drew a deep breath through his nose. Angel? Kiss me, Derek. Its been so long. The errant truth of her words could be heard in the hunger of her tone, something she couldnt quite hide. His answering groan sounded of surprise, almost anger, but kiss her he did. Wow. Angel held on, stunned at the reaction in her body to the dampness, the heat of his mouth as he parted her lips more and thrust his tongue inside. His body, hard and tall and strong, pressed against hers. It had never felt this way, like a storm on the senses. Her heart rapped against her breastbone, her stomach heated, her nipples tightened, and he seemed to be aware of it all, offering soft encouragement every time she made a sound, every time she squirmed against him. She wasnt being kissed, she was being devoured. Damn, Angel. I know, she said, because everything was different, somehow volatile. I didnt plan on this. He paused, his lips touching her throat, then raised his face to look at her. He said nothing, but his hand lifted and closed over her breast, causing her to suck in her breath on a soft, startled moan. Oh no. She was so sensitive, and she hadnt realized. Derek Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He kissed her again, hard, cutting off her automatic protest, then backed her to the desk. His groin pressed against her, making her aware of his solid erection, of the length and heat of it. Her plans fled; there was no room in her brain for premeditated thought, not when her body suddenly felt so alive again, reacting on pure instinct. His hand smoothed over her bottom, pulling her even closer, rocking her against him. Her leg protested, but she ignored it, an easy thing to do when his scent, his strength, filled her. How long has it been, Angel? She clutched his shoulders, her head back, her eyes closed, as he kneaded her breast with one hand, and kept her pelvis close with the other. Surely he knew as well as she did, so she merely said, A long time. And youve missed me? He nibbled her earlobe, then dipped his tongue inside. Why didnt you call? Even in the sensual fog, she saw the trap. After the way you acted last time? She was astounded he would even ask such a thing! He hesitated, then asked, How exactly did you expect me to act? She stiffened as she pulled back. Not like you couldnt have cared less! And after the way youd betrayed my trust! You got me fired, you Shhh. He kissed her again, lingering, and his hand started a leisurely path down her body, measuring her waist, which thankfully was slim again, then roving over her hip. Her thoughts, her anger, turned to mush. She caught her breath with each inch he advanced. His fingers curled on her thigh, bunching her skirt, then moved upward again, this time underneath, touching against her leggings. He cupped her, startling her, shocking her actually. But she didnt move and neither did he. She tried to remind herself that this was what shed hoped for, but it wasnt true. Shed stupidly hoped for so much more.

His fingers felt hot even through her clothes, but he was still, just holding her, watching her again. Why now, Angel? Why this secret arrangement? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She decided a partial truth would serve. Theres been no one but you. And you needed a man, so it had to be me? Yes. That was true, too. She didnt know who to trust, who to fear, so for what she needed, no one else would serve. But she hadnt planned on her own honest participation. Her body reacted independently of her mind; she felt shamed by her response to a man she should have loathed, but overriding that was some inescapable need, swamping her, causing her whole body to tremble. Maybe the pregnancy had altered her hormones or something, but shed never in her life felt like this, and it was wonderful. She pressed her lips together and squeezed her eyes shut. Her body felt tightly strung, waiting, anticipating. She dredged up thoughts of the past, of all the reasons she had to despise him, why his touch could never matter He seemed a bit stunned as she moaned softly and her fingers dug into his upper arms. He held her close, his own breathing harsh while his mouth moved gently on her temple. In all her imaginings, she had never envisioned this scenario, allowing him to touch her there, with her half-leaning on his damn desk, her face tucked into his throat. His heartbeat drummed madly against her own, and she grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away. Derek, no. Her voice shook with mortification, freezing him for an instant. Shhh. He dropped her skirt back into place and softly rocked her, soothing her. She bit her lip to keep her tears from falling, but even now she was painfully aware of his scent, his warmth. And the delicious, unexpected feelings didnt leave now that his touch was removed, they only quieted a bit. She put one hand on his chest and lifted her face. He didnt smile, didnt ask questions. She couldnt quite look him in the eyes. Im sorry. I I dont know what came over me. Am I complaining? She shook her head. No, he looked pleased, but not really smug. Not as shed expected. Thats never Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

happened before. I dont understand. Whats never happened? Between you and me. Usually everything was just so controlled. And uncomfortable. Ive never felt His face darkened, and she hastened to explain. I dont mean to insult you, but Derek, you know yourself that sex between us was well, you seemed to like it okay, but I was a little disappointed. Not not that it was all your fault. Its just that I didnt it wasnt He smoothed her hair, his jaw tight. He seemed undecided about something, and then suddenly he clasped her waist and lifted her off her feet. He sat her on the edge of the desk, roughly spreading her thighs and stepping between them in the same movement. Pain shot through her and she gasped, curling forward, her hand reaching for her leg, wanting to rub away the sharp pounding ache. Her breath had left her and her free hand curled into his biceps, gripping him painfully. Derek froze, then growled, What the hell? Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, but God, it hurt, and with more gentleness than she knew he

possessed, Derek lifted her into his arms and headed for the leather couch. Nothing was going right. Derek, put me down. Youre as white as a sheet. He looked down on her as he lowered her to the sofa cushions, and she flinched at the anger in his eyes. I noticed you were limping a little when you came in, but I didnt realize you were hurt. Im not, she protested, the issue of her leg meant for another day. Really, Ill just Youll just keep your butt put and tell me whats wrong. Is it your hip? Your leg? Before she could answer he reached beneath her long skirt and caught at her leggings, hooking his Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

fingers in the waistband and tugging downward. Derek! With his hands still under her skirt, his eyes locked on hers, he said, After what we just came close to doing, youre shocked? Flustered was more apt, and appalled and embarrassed and Derek, please. But already he had her tights pulled down to her knees. She felt horribly exposed and vulnerable. He explored her thighs, being very thorough, and it was more than she could bear. Its my lower leg, she snapped. I broke it some time back and its still a little sore on occasion. Thats all. He stared at her, and she had the feeling he didnt believe a single word shed said. Let me get your shoes off. She sat up and pushed at his hands. I dont want my shoes off, dammit! At the moment, I dont care what you want. And her laced-up, ankle-high shoes came off in rapid order, then her tights. As he looked at her leg, at the angry scars still there, his jaw tightened. Damn. Angel bristled, her only defense at being so exposed. Its ugly, I know. If it bothers you, dont look at it. One large hand wrapped around her ankle, keeping her still, and the other carefully touched the vivid marks left behind by the break and the subsequent surgery. A compound fracture? So youre a doctor now? He ignored her provocation. This is where the break was, and this is where they inserted a rod. His gaze swung back up to her face, accusing. Disgruntled, but seeing no way out of her present predicament, she said, Im fine, really. Its just that when you sat me on the desk, you jarred my leg and it well, it hurt. Its still a little tender. I only recently got off crutches. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His gaze was hot with anger. And youre running around downtown in the ice and snow today? I wasnt running around! I came to see you. Because you needed a man, he sneered, and her temper shot off the scales. Damn you! Struggling upward, pulling herself away from his touch, she pointed to the shoe box still sitting on his desk. I came to bring you that. Then she added, Whether you wanted it or not. He turned his head in the direction she indicated, but continued to kneel beside the couch. What the hell is it? Angel came awkwardly to her feet and limped barefoot across the plush carpeted floor. She picked up the box, but then hesitated. She hadnt planned to raise hell with him, to anger him and alienate him. She had to move carefully or shed blow everything. She closed her eyes as she gathered her thoughts and calmed herself. She hadnt heard him move, but suddenly Dereks hands were on her shoulders and he turned her toward him. What is it, Angel? He sounded suspicious, an edge of danger in his tone. Shed always known Derek could be formidable,

his will like iron, his strength unquestionable. But shed never sensed this edge of ruthlessness in him before. She shuddered. I dont mean to shock you, Derek. And I realize you werent all that interested when I told you, but I was hoping youd feel different now. His arms crossed over his chest and he narrowed his eyes. Interested in what? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She drew a deep breath, but it didnt help. Our baby. Not so much as an eyelash moved on his face. He even seemed to be holding his breath. Derek? A baby? She nodded, curling her toes into the thick carpet and shivering slightly, waiting. How do you know its mine? She reeled back, his words hitting her like a cold slap. After all shed been through, everything that had happened, not once had she suspected he might deny the child. That was low, even for him. She had to struggle to draw a breath, and once she had it, she shouted, You bastard! She swung at him, but he caught her fist and the box fell to the floor, papers and pictures scattering. Miserable, rotten Her struggles seemed puny in comparison to his strength, but he had destroyed her last hope, delivered the ultimate blow. She wanted to hurt him as badly as shed been hurt, but he was simply too strong for her and finally she quit. He hadnt said a word. Panting, shaking from the inside out, she whispered, Let me go. Immediately, he did. Keeping her head high, refusing to cry, to contemplate the hopelessness of the situation in the face of his doubt, she went to the couch and sat, snatching up her tights and trying to untangle them so she could get them on. Even though she refused to look at him, she was aware of him still standing there in the middle of the floor, fixed and silent. When he squatted down to pick up the contents of the box, Angel glanced at him. His face was set, dark color high on his cheekbones. He lifted one small photo and stared at it. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

All Angel wanted to do was get out. She jerked on her shoes, pulling the laces tight, fighting the tears that seemed to gather in her throat, choking her. Shed humiliated herself for no reason. Shed allowed him to touch her for no reason. He wasnt going to acknowledge the baby. Im sorry. She glanced up as she shrugged on her coat. Derek still crouched in the middle of the floor, a single photo in his hand, his head hanging forward. Angel frowned. What did you say? He slowly gathered up the rest of the things and came to his feet. I said Im sorry. The baby looks like me. Oh, I see. Otherwise, you wouldnt have believed me. In all the time youve known me, Ive proven to be such an ex-ecrable liar, such an adept manipulator, its of course natural that you would have doubts. Well, its a good thing he doesnt have my coloring then, isnt it? Youd never know for sure. Angel He reached a hand out toward her, and there was something in the gesture, a raw vulnerability shed never witnessed. In fact, too many things about him seemed different, some softer, many harder edged. Had something happened to him in the months since shed last seen him? She shook her head. She would never be drawn in by him again. Those things are yours to keep. Theyre duplicates. Records, photos, a birth certificate, which if you notice, has the fathers name blank. Why? He sounded tortured now and she frowned, tilting her head to study him. You werent interested, Derek,

though I admit I was hoping youd changed your mind by now. Im interested, he growled. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She thought of the last time shed called him, the hell hed put her through. When we spoke on the phone, you rudely informed me you didnt want any attachments to a baby. You told me I was completely on my own, not to bother you. He actually flinched, then closed his eyes and remained silent. But she had no pity for him, not after all that had happened. Thats not why the name is blank, though. Remember what you told me about your family? Well, I love my son, and I wont lose him to anyone, not to you, not to your damn relatives. He looked blank and her irritation grew. Your mother is a damn dragon, determined that everyone live according to her rules. You said thats why your brother left, why he became so hard. Your family frightens me, if you want the truth. Especially your brother. His golden eyes darkened to amber. Thats ridiculous. You said he was the only one strong enough, independent enough to leave the company without a backward glance, to go his own way and tell the rest to go to hell. You said he was the only one who could make your mother nervous or your sister cry. You said he could do anything he set his mind to. No one makes my mother nervous, and my sister is a younger replica of her. Nothing touches them. Angel buttoned her coat. Youve changed your mind then, but I wont. I wont take a chance that theyll try to take him away from me. I dont want them to know about my baby. Our He stopped and she saw his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. Our baby. This was a point too important to skimp on. She went to him, holding his gaze no matter that he tried to stare her down. She pointed at his chest and forced the words out through stiff lips. I dont know what new paternal mode youre in, but dont try to take him from me, Derek. I swear Ill disappear so quick youll never find me or him again. I can do it. Ive made plans. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

No. She was incredulous. You cant dictate to me! Not anymore. Whatever power you held over me, you gave up months ago when you rejected my pregnancy. He didnt shout, but his near whisper was more effective than any raised voice could be. Is that right? Then why are you here? She had to leave, now, before she tripped herself up. She turned toward the door. Theres an address in with the papers and photos. A post office box. She slanted her gaze his way. Im sure you remember it. You can get in touch with me there. Give me your phone number. I dont think so. But Ill call you soon. Youre playing some game, Angel, and I dont like it. She had her hand on the doorknob and slowly turned. Its not a game. As she stepped through the door, she said over her shoulder, And I dont like it either. Think about the baby, Derek, what youd like to do, and Ill call you tonight. We can talk then, after youve gotten used to the idea. He took two quick steps toward her. What Id like to do? He frowned. You want me to marry you? Ha! That was almost too funny for words. As she pulled the door shut, she said, I wouldnt marry you if you were the last man on earth. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

And she knew hed heard her ill-advised words, because his fist thudded against the door. Well, that hadnt gone off quite as planned. Actually, nothing like shed planned. Shed hoped to seduce him, to regain his interest. She needed his help, his protection, and that was the only way she could

think to get it. Sex had been the only thing hed been interested in before, so it was what shed planned to offer him now. Only it felt as if she was the one seduced. Damn, why did he have to have this effect on her? Her body was still warm and tingling in places shed all but forgotten about, and all because of a man she thought shed grown to hate. A man who had never affected her so intensely before. Damn fickle fate, and whatever magic had made Derek Carter into a man her body desired. CHAPTER TWO Contents-Prev |Next Dane hit the door once more for good measure, vexed with himself and the turn of events. Dammit, he hadnt meant to touch her. He had intended to get close to her, but not that close. Hed wanted to learn about her, to discover any involvement on her part, whether or not she could provide a clue to his brothers death. But hed also planned to keep his hands to himself. Shed made that impossible. Hed wanted her the minute hed seen her. She was lush and feminine and seemed to exude both determination and vulnerability. Hed also been stunned because Angel Morris looked nothing like the usual polished, poised businesswoman his brother tended to gravitate toward. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

And then shed demanded he kiss her. Without knowing the exact nature of her relationship with Derek, he couldnt take the chance of turning her away without raising suspicions. And at the moment, given everything that had just transpired, he needed to keep her close, not drive her away. Hed suspected she was there for a purpose, but God, hed never considered a child. Stalking across the office, he picked up the phone and punched in a quick series of numbers. His hand shook as he did so, and he cursed again. He could still feel the tingling heat of her on his hand, still pick up the faint hint of her scent lingering in the office. Angel might have been sexually arousedher first time with him, to hear her tell it-but he felt ready to burst, not only with lust, but with a tumultuous mix of emotions that nearly choked him. If not for her injured leg, he had a feeling theyd have both found incredible satisfaction. Hed have taken her and she would have let him. He grunted to himself, disgusted. Making love in his brothers office, on a damn desk, with a woman he barely knew and whose motives were more than suspicious. His own motives didnt bear close scrutiny. Sharpe here. Be ready, Dane barked, frustrated beyond all measure. She should be leaving the building any second now. After receiving Angels note, Dane had gone through her file, learning what he could about her, which wasnt much. When hed first decided on the tail, hed been reacting on instinct, his life as a P.I. making decisions almost automatic. Now he was driven by sheer male curiosity, and the possessive need to keep what was his. She had his nephew, and that formed an iron link between them that he wouldnt allow to be severed. Description? All his agents were very good, but Alec Sharpe, a brooding, almost secretive man of very few words, was the best. Dane trusted him completely. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Blond, petite, probably limping a little. Wearing a long wool skirt and a dark coat.

Got it. The line went dead and Dane sighed, putting the phone down. Alec would contact him again using the cell phone once he was sure of his lead. He figured it would take Angel at least a few minutes to maneuver out of the building. If she was parked in the lot, that would take even more time. If she hailed a cab, no telling how long hed be left waiting. Alec knew he was still checking out the circumstances of his brothers death, but no one else did. So far hed found only enough to raise his concerns, but not enough to form any conclusions. His brothers home had been discreetly searched, his papers riffled through. And Derek had some unaccounted time logged in his otherwise very orderly date book that made Dane think hed had meetings best left unnoted. Dane settled himself back behind his brothers desk and began going through the papers and pictures Angel had given him. The first picture of the baby had shaken him and he stared at it again for long moments. It was a photo taken at the hospital of a tiny red-faced newborn that looked almost identical to the twin photos his mother still displayed on her desk. The shape of the head was the same, the soft thatch of dark hair, the nose. He traced the lines of the scrunched-up face and a tiny fist, then smiled, feeling a fullness in his chest. The next picture was more recent, and the changes were amazing. As plump as a Thanksgiving turkey, the baby had round rosy cheeks, large dark blue eyes, and an intent expression of disgruntlement that reminded him of Derek. Dane wanted to hold the baby, to touch him, make sure he was real. He was a part of his brother, left behind, and Dane knew without a doubt hed protect him with his life. He hadnt even met the baby yet, but already the little fellow had found a permanent place in his heart just by existing. Dane turned the picture over and found the words, Grayson Adam Morris. A very recent picture, only a week old. And the name, it was respectable, solid, except that it should have read Carter, not Morris. Dane intended to see to that problem as soon as possible. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

There were also copies of the birth records, and the babys footprints, not much bigger than Danes nose. He made note of the hospital Angel had gone to, the name of the doctor whod attended her, and considered his next move. He shook his head, then looked impatiently at the phone. As if hed willed it, the phone rang and he jerked it up. Yeah? Without preamble, Alec said, Shes getting on a bus and she has a baby and some tall guy with her. Dane went still, then shot to his feet. The baby had been here with her? Are you sure its a baby? Bundled up in a blue blanket, cradled in the guys arms. I dont think its her groceries. Whos the guy? Are you certain hes with her? Tall, dark hair, sunglasses. Wearing a leather bomber jacket and worn, ragged jeans. Hes holding her arm, theyre chatting like old friends. You want me to find out? No. His hand clenched iron-hard on the phone, and Dane decided hed figure that one out on his own. Just concentrate on the woman. You can see if he goes home with her, but other than that, ignore him. Im on it. Ill get in touch when we reach a destination. Again Dane hung up the phone, only this time he used a little more force than necessary. Damn her, had she been lying all along? Why would she bring the baby and a boyfriend with her when she claimed to have missed himDerek? Didnt she think that was a bit risky, considering he could have followed her out? He seethed for almost a half hour before Alec called him back with an address. The guy with Angel had in fact gone into the same building, and the building was located in one of the less auspicious areas of

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town. Dane pulled on his coat and put everything back into the shoe box, tucking it beneath his arm. He couldnt risk leaving anything behind where his family might find it. He locked the office on his way out. Angel Morris thought she knew how to deal with him, but she was judging her moves on how Derek would react. Dane wasnt a game player, never had been and never would be. His family had figured that out too late; the sooner Miss Morris figured it out, the quicker they could get things settled. He intended to explain it all to her this very day. With Thanksgiving not too far off, many of the houses had Christmas decorations already up. All the shops he passed had their front windows filled with displays. But as he neared the address given to him by Alec, the spirit of Christmas melted away. Bright lights were replaced with boarded-up windows. Graffiti rather than green wreaths decorated the doors. None of it made any sense. Dane knew Angel had lived in a very upscale apartment complex while working for the Aeric Corporation. He knew from her file that shed lost her job there after Derek had taken information from her to assure the success of a hostile takeover. But surely she wasnt destitute. Shed made a good yearly wage. Wary of the denizens in the area, Dane parked his car in a garage and walked the last block to Angels home. The bitter November wind cut through his clothes and made him shiver, but filled with purpose, he easily ignored the cold. When he reached the brick three-family home that matched the address Alec had given him, he gave a sigh of relief. Calling the house nice would be too generous, but it was secure and well-tended, located on a quiet dead-end street of older homes. Angel and his nephew should be relatively safe here. At least until he moved them. The front door wasnt barred. He entered a foyer of sorts and looked at the mailboxes. There was no listing for an Angel Morris, and he frowned. Then he saw an A. Morton and his instincts buzzed. Going on a hunch, he figured that had to be Angel. Why would she hide behind an alias, unless she had a reason to hide? He recalled his purpose in first starting this ruse. Though it was obvious she knew nothing of Dereks death, he couldnt discount the possibility that she might have helped set him up for the fall, even innocently. She certainly had plenty of reason to hate him and want him out of her life, and she professed to fear his family, so why then had she approached him today? Because she was surprised he wasnt dead? Did she have contact with an insider who had informed her of his resurrection? Very few people were privy to the fact of his and Dereks relationship. The apartment number listed was on ground level and he went to the door, then knocked, bracing himself for the sight of her again. Shed really thrown him for a loop with her sensual response to him. And he knew in his gut her reaction hadnt been feigned. Just remembering it made his every muscle tense. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Come on in, Mick. Dane tightened his jaw and his temper slipped. So the guy whod been with her, Mick, was welcome in any time? Did she respond as hotly with Mick as she did with him? Dane turned the doorknob and stepped inside. Angel was lying on a sofa, her injured leg propped up on pillows. She wore only a flannel shirt and loose shorts cut down from a pair of old gray sweats. Thick socks covered her feet. She shoved herself

half upright and stared at him in undiluted horror. Dane looked at her from head to toe, and as a man he appreciated the earthy picture she presented. But hed use caution from here on out. Angel seemed to vacillate between fear and awareness. Dane decided that either way hed use her emotions against her to find out for sure what her purpose might be. Her fair hair was tousled and spread out over the arm of the sofa. Her breasts beneath the worn flannel looked soft and full, without the casing of a bra. Her legs were very long and pale. He saw the vicious scars on her left leg, still angry and red, and his simmering temper jumped in a new direction. He closed the door quietly and her incredible green eyes went wide and wary. Derek. He indicated her cushioned leg. Youre hurt worse than you let on. Color washed over her face as she started to rise from the sofa. Dane was beside her in an instant. He caught her shoulders, pressing her back down, feeling the narrow bones beneath his hands, aware of her smallness, her softness. Be still. Its obvious you overdid it today. You shouldnt have been up and around. He perched on the sofa cushion next to her, feeling her apprehension while he examined her leg, trailing his fingers gently over her smooth skin. Just seeing the scars left behind made him wince in sympathy. She seemed to gather herself all at once. Just what are you doing here? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Checking up on you. How? How did you find me? I had you followed. His gaze swung from her leg to her outraged face. Why use an alias? Angel paled a little. What are you talking about? Your mailbox. Rather than answer, she tried bluffing her way with anger. Thats none of your business. And why do you care anyway? He was good at lying when it suited him. Because I have the feeling youd never have let me get this close. But I second-guessed you, didnt I? He waggled a finger in her face, bringing back her healthy surge of angry color. I think Ill keep close tabs on you from now on. She gasped and he added a not-too-subtle warning. You can keep your secret, Angelfor now. But when Im ready, I will know whats going on. Her lips firmed and her look became obstinate. But beneath it all, he saw a measure of pain. Youre not completely mended yet, are you? Were you hurt anywhere else? She gave him another stubborn frown and his attention dropped to her body. Holding her gaze, he asked quietly, Would you like me to find out for myself? She jerked and her arms crossed protectively over her breasts. All right! I also had some bruised ribs and a few cuts and scrapesall of which are now healed. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He continued to look at her, and she turned her head away. My shoulder was dislocated, too. Good God. What the hell happened to you? Even before she spoke, he knew no truths would cross her beautiful lips. Amazing that he could read her so easily after only knowing her such a short time, but he could. Her chin lifted and she said, I fell. Down a mountainside? Down a long flight of stairs, actually. Keeping his hands to himself became impossible. He cupped her cheeks in both hands. Whatever had happened, it had been serious, and talking about it obviously agitated her. You could have been killed. She started, and her eyes met his. For the briefest moment she looked so lost, he wanted to fold her close and swear to protect her. Idiot. Then she shook her head and that stubbornness was back tenfold, forcing an emotional distance between them. My leg is the only thing scarred. Nasty-looking, isnt it?

Without missing a beat, he said, You have beautiful legs. A little scarring wont change that. And it was true. Her legs were long, smooth, shapely. He imagined those long legs wrapped around him while he touched her again, only this time she would climax, holding him inside her so he could feel every small tremor, every straining muscle. He nearly groaned. He let his hand rest lightly on her knee and moved his thoughts to safer ground. Youve no reason to be embarrassed, Angel. The scars will fade. You think a few scars matter to me? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He did, but he wasnt dumb enough to tell her that, not when she was practically spitting with ire. She hadnt forgiven him yet for Dereks past sins, and for his own, in questioning the babys parentage. But she would. Hed see to it. He put his hand to her cheek and noticed again the way her pulse raced, how she held her breath. Im sorry you were hurt. Then he kissed her. As angry as he was, he needed a taste of her again. She may have decided her little sampling of lust in the office was enough, but hed found only frustration. Hed barely touched her, barely begun to excite her, and shed heated up like a grand fireworks display, perilously close to exploding. He was still semi-hard because of it and caught between wanting to bury himself inside her, to see her go all the way, climaxing with him, and wanting to shake her into telling him what her ridiculous game was. At first she froze, but seconds later her body pressed into his. One small hand lifted to his neck and that simple touch made him shudder. He pulled back, not wanting to test himself. Angel stared at him, wide-eyed. Nice place, he said, hoping to distract her and himself. His gaze wandered around the sparse room, taking in the worn wallpaper and faded carpet. He didnt really mean to be facetious, but she took it that way. You dont have to like it, Derek, since you dont live here. He dropped his gaze back to her flushed face. With one arm above her, his body beside her, he effectively caged her in. He could tell she didnt like it; he liked it a little too much. I want to know why youre living here. What happened to your apartment? Her eyes narrowed. I lost it. Why? Because I hadnt paid the rent. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He sighed. This was like pulling teeth, but she obviously wasnt going to make it easy for him. Okay, well play twenty questions. Why didnt you pay the rent? Angel stared at him, then put one arm over her eyes and laughed. God, youre incredible. Everything is so simple for you. Wrapping long fingers around her wrist, he carried her arm to her stomach and held it there. He felt her muscles clench. Why didnt you pay your rent? In a burst of temper, she slapped his hand away and half raised herself to glare at him. Because I had no money, you ass! I lost my job, thanks to you, and no one else would hire me for what I was good at. After you finished, I was considered a bad risk. I tried everywhere, and in the process, ran through a lot of my savings. For a short time, I had a job as a waitress, but then I had the accident and was laid up for a while. People wont hire women on crutches, you know. My savings werent so deep that I could afford to stay in an expensive place, keep up my medical insurance, and pay additional medical bills besides, so I moved here. Satisfied?

Her shout had awakened the baby, and Dane looked toward the sound of disgruntled infant rage. Angel groaned. Now look what youve done. Well, dont just sit there, get out of my way. Her mood shifts were almost amusing, and fascinating to watchwhen she wasnt ripping his guts out with regret for the way his brother had treated her. She started to sit up, and again he pressed her back. Ill get him. No! He caught her chin and turned her face up to his. Now or later, Angel, what difference does it make? I want to meet him. I promise, Ill bring him to you. She bit her lip and her eyes were dark with wariness, but she apparently realized there would be no contest if they tried to match strength or wills. At least, not at the moment. He had the feeling, on a better day, her strength would amaze him. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane stared a second more, wishing there was a simpler way to reassure her, then went to fetch the baby. He followed the sounds of the cries to where Grayson was making his discontent known. When Dane entered the room he was assailed by the scent of powder and baby lotion, soft soothing scents. Graysons pudgy arms and legs churned ferociously, and with incredible care, Dane lifted him to his shoulder. The baby was soaking wet. Cloth diapers and plastic pants were on top of a dresser, along with a few folded gowns. Dane scooped up what he thought he might need and went back to the main room and the worried mother. Angel immediately reached her arms out. No, hes soaked, which means Im soaked. No reason for both of us to become soggy. I think if you talk me through it, I can get him changed. Angels mouth fell open and she stared at him as if hed grown an extra nose. He smiled at her reaction. She looked dumbfounded and utterly speechless. I know, he said, grinning, changing diapers isnt part of my established repertoire, either. But Im efficient at adapting. In the short time hed known her, shed thrown him off balance more times than he cared to think about; it was only fair that he get a little retaliation when and where he could. He didnt know a hell of a lot about babies, but he figured now was as good a time as any to learn. Where should I put him to clean him up? Finally managing to close her mouth, Angel fretted, then pointed to a table. Theres a plastic changing pad there. You can put him on that and change him. Good enough. Dane shook out the padded plastic sheet with one hand, spread it out on the table, and carefully laid Grayson down. The baby wasnt pleased with delayed gratification, so Dane hurried. With Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angels instructions, he got the baby diapered and dried and redressed, all in under five minutes which he considered a major accomplishment. Grayson had stopped squalling, but he still fussed, one fist flailing the air, occasionally getting caught in his mouth for a slurpy suck or two. This time when Angel held out her arms, Dane handed the baby to her. The entire right side of his shirt was wet and clinging to his chest. She looked away, pressing her face against the baby. Hes hungry. Do you want me to get him a bottle? No. Angel cleared her throat, then said, He breastfed. I just need a little privacy. Oh. Oh. Dane looked at her breasts, imagined the process, and didnt want to take so much as a single step from the room. He also couldnt bear to hear the baby whimpering. Ill, uh, just go in the kitchen

and try to rinse out my shirt. You do that. And stay in there while it dries. He leaned down and caught her chin. Her eyes opened wide on his and she drew in a deep startled breath. All right. But dont always expect me to follow orders, honey. Youre going to have to get used to me being here. Knowing he shouldnt, but unable to stop himself, he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her mouth. It felt damn good. He walked out while she sputtered. He wanted to kiss her again, as a starting point, knowing where theyd finish. He wanted to show her he was no sloth in bed, contrary to her damn misconception. He wanted to find out the truth about his brothers death and her involvement with him, and he wanted to protect her and take care of her and Grayson. There were a lot of wants piling up on him too quickly and contradicting each other. Christ, what had his brother gotten into? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He pulled off his shirt and rinsed the damp spot under running water, then wrung it out and hung it over a chair to dry. The apartment, thankfully, wasnt cold. He scratched his bare chest and looked around. Her tiny kitchen was all but empty. The cabinets held the essentials, but not much else. With further inspection, he found the refrigerator was in similar shape. Dane frowned, then began snooping. Hell, maybe he should call her Mother Hubbard. The conclusion he came to was not a happy one. Damn the little idiot, she should have contacted him sooner, before she got in such miserable shape. He immediately snatched that thought back because if shed tried, she would have encountered his family, and the mere thought made him queasy. She was right to fear them. He had wondered what she was after, why shed come to him if indeed marriage wasnt her goal. Now he assumed sheer desperation had been her motive. She needed financial help, and as the babys father, he could give it. She was proud, and she claimed to have already suffered several rejections from Derek, a possibility that made Dane so angry he wanted to howl. But pride was no replacement for desperation, especially with a baby to think about. But if thats all it had been, then why hadnt she simply said so? Why come on to him, pretend she still cared? He sat in a kitchen chair, stewing, listening to her murmur to the baby, hearing the sweet huskiness of her voice. Goose bumps rose on the back of his neck. He called out, Angel, why dont you use disposable diapers? Arent they easier? There was a hesitation before she said, I dont like them. Which he translated to mean they cost too much. His fingertips tapped on the tabletop, followed by his fist. Where did you take therapy for your leg? He hoped it was someplace close, so she hadnt had to travel too far. There was mumbling that he couldnt decipher, then she said, I didnt take therapy. And what do you know about it anyway? He stiffened. No therapy? With a lot of effort, he curbed his temper. Ive seen similar breaks. I recognize the incisions on your ankle and knee where they inserted the titanium rod. It was a hell of a break, so I know damn well therapy was suggested. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Silence. He almost growled. He did stand to pace. How long ago were you hurt, Angel, and dont you dare tell me it isnt any of my damn business! Another pause, and a very small voice. A couple of months ago.

It took him a second, and then he was out of the kitchen, stalking back to the couch to loom over her. She took one fascinated look at his naked chest, squeaked, and pulled her flannel shirt over her exposed breast as much as possible. Graysons small fist pushed the shirt aside again. But Dane was keeping his gaze resolutely on Angels face anyway. In a soft, menacing tone, he asked, A couple of months ago, as in when the baby was born? She gave a small nod. Grayson was early, by a little more than six weeks. The accident started my labor. His insides twisted and he could barely force the words out. Who took care of you? He drew a breath and felt his nostrils flare. Who helped you when you were in the hospital? When you first came home? Her gaze shifted away and she smoothed her hand over the babys head, ruffling his few glossy curls. The sound of the babys sucking was loud and voracious. There was no one, Derek, you know that. No family, no close friends. Grayson and I helped each other. Without meaning to, without even wanting to, he looked at the baby. Graysons small mouth eagerly drew on her nipple while a tiny fist pressed to her pale breast. His eyes were closed, his small body cradled comfortably to Angels. Dane felt a lump in his throat the size of a grapefruit and had to turn away. So hed seen her breast? So what. Hed seen plenty in his day, just never any with a baby attached. He didnt feel what he should have felt at the sight of her pale flesh, which was undiluted lust. Lust he understood, but this other thing, whatever the hell it was, he didnt like. He snatched up his still-damp shirt and shrugged it on, then grabbed his coat. There were a lot of things he had to do today. Ill be back in a couple of hours. He looked at her, his expression severe. Make sure Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

youre here when I get back, Angel. Do you understand? She hugged the baby tighter, then waved a negligent hand without looking at him. Go on. Just go. Ill be back. She nodded, more or less pretending he was already gone. Dane didnt know what to say to her, what to think or feel. He was reaching for the doorknob when a soft knock sounded, and a second later it opened. It was a toss-up who was more surprised, Dane, or the young man standing in front of him, his arms laden with a large pizza and a wide grin on his face. That grin disappeared real quick, replaced by a ferocious look of menace. Who the hell are you? Dane, at his most autocratic and not in the least threatened by the rangy youth, lifted his eyebrow and turned to Angel. I think that may be my question. CHAPTER THREE Contents-Prev |Next No, Angel said, keeping her voice low and managing to cover herself as Grayson fell asleep and released her breast. He was such a good baby, so sweet. She loved him so much shed gladly do anything necessary to protect him. Its not your question because its none of your business. She quickly buttoned up her shirt. Mick automatically put the pizza on the coffee table and took the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

baby from her while Derek stood there, that damn imperious eyebrow raised high, and watched. Slowly, because her leg really was aching, she lifted herself into something closer to a sitting position, resting against the arm of the couch with her leg still outstretched. Well. Derek smiled, but it wasnt a particularly nice smile, more a baring of teeth which Mick responded to with a scowl. Im not leaving until I know who he is. He sat down and stretched out his own long, strong legs, at his leisure, and waited.

Angel sighed. God, she really didnt need this. First the trip downtown, which had tired her leg terribly. Then the kiss and his naked chest Her mind was turning to mush. Mick bristled. Just who the hell do you think you are, coming in here and demanding answers? The babys father. Oh. Mick straightened, blinked, then glanced at Angel. Derek had said that with so much relish, so much ridiculous pride, she was temporarily stunned herself. His complete acceptance was such a swift turnaround, she was having trouble accepting it. It took her a moment before she nodded, giving Mick per-mission. She knew he wouldnt say another word without it and yet Derek wasnt likely to leave unless he got his answer. She knew how incredibly stubborn he could be. And even though he wasnt acting like himself, he could pull out his ruthlessness at any moment. She didnt want Mick caught in the cross fire. Im Mick Dawson, a neighbor. Mick jutted his chin. And a friend. A very good friend, Angel added, thinking of how much help Mick had been to her since shed first moved here. She surveyed Derek, lounging at his leisure, his shirt tight across his broad shoulders and his hands laced over his flat stomach. She wanted to kick him for looking so damn good. You asked who helped me. Well, once I moved here, Mick did. He picks up my groceries for me, gets my mail and paper. She waved at her leg. Until recently Ive been pretty much out of commission. Mick lives upstairs, his mother owns the building, and hes been an enormous help. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick started to hand her the baby back, still keeping one eye on Derek, and that seemed to galvanize Derek into action. I can take him, he said, reaching for Grayson. You should go ahead and eat. Mick again looked at her for guidance. Dereks willingness to take part wasnt something shed counted on. It was an awkward situation, but it shouldnt have beennot if he would just act like himself. But he didnt seem to be in an accommodating mood today, which she supposed was like him after all. Exasperation made her tone extra sharp. Really, Derek, werent you just about to leave? He smiled. I can stay a little longer. Besides, I like holding the baby. He pressed his cheek to the top of Graysons head, and his expression caused a silly sick reaction in Angels stomach. He smells good. Mick folded his arms and stared. So youre just now show-ing up? You waltz in today and pretend to be the happy father? To my mind, youre about two months too late. Oh no. Angel tensed her muscles in dread of Dereks response. Mick Derek nodded, cutting off Angels warning. I agree. Actually, Im close to a year late by my calculations. But Im going to be near at hand from now on. Then without missing a beat, he asked, How old did you say you were? Mick grinned his sinister street-tough grin. I didnt. Before Derek could react, he added, But Im sixteen. And before Miss Morris makes it sound like Ive done her any big favors, shes helped me out a lot, too. Without her, I doubt Id make it out of high school. Angel couldnt stand it when Mick did that, put himself down, especially since he was such a remarkable young man. Unfortunately, he still didnt believe her about that. Thats not true, Mick, and you know it. Youre very bright and youd have figured out that math with or without my help. She turned to Derek, for some reason anxious for him to understand. Mick works two jobs, plus school, plus he pretty much runs this place. His mother is often sick. Mick gave Derek a solemn, measuring look. My mother is an alcoholic. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel closed her eyes on a wave of pain. Mick had such a chip on his shoulder with everyone but her. He asked for disdain, as if he felt it was his due, then would fight tooth and nail to prove a point. She still wasnt certain what that point might be, though. With no visible sign of reaction, Derek looked at Mick. Angel knew Mick looked much older, much wiser than any sixteen-year-old boy should look. She also knew, deep down, he was still a kid, a little afraid at times, a lot needy given that his life had been nothing but empty turmoil. Her praise always embarrassed him, but he thrived on it. And she loved him like a little brother. If Derek said anything at all that would upset Mick shed manage to get her sorry butt off the couch and kick him out. But he surprised her by cradling the baby in one arm and offering Mick his hand, which Mick warily accepted. I appreciate what youve done for her. Did she move here when she was first hurt? Yeah, not long after. Mick narrowed his eyes again, very nice dark brown eyes that she knew all the high school girls swooned over. But Mick didnt spare time for serious girlfriends. He was too busy surviving. If I hadnt been here, I dont know if shed have made it. She was pretty banged up, and Grayson was just a tiny squirt. Even getting herself something to eat was difficult, but she did it, because she had to stay healthy for Grayson. Truth is, I dont know how the hell she managed. Dont be so melodramatic, Mick. Angel didnt want them talking about her and she didnt want Derek to view her as a helpless, pitiful victim. He seemed to be hanging on Micks every word, analyzing them and drawing his own conclusions. She didnt like the way his intense interest made her feel. Later, after she figured out what he was up to, then shed confide her biggest worry and hopefully hed be able to take care of it. She cleared her throat. Derek, you can put Grayson in his crib if youd like. I dont want to hold you up. He surprised her again by agreeing. After he settled Grayson, he came back in and walked over to her, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead that made her skin tingle and her breath catch. She frowned at him, but held her tongue. When they were alone, safe from Micks protective nature, shed set him straight about his familiarity. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Derek looked at Mick. Could you walk me out? The bottom dropped out of her stomach. What for? I think you can find your way out the door. Its straight ahead. Derek grinned at her. Man talk, honey. Mick understands. Its all right, Mick said to her, then followed Derek out despite her protests. For all of two minutes, she fretted, imagining every kind of hostile confrontation. But when Mick came back in he was shaking his head and almost laughing. What? What did he want? A list. She searched his face, stymied. A list of what? Everything you might need. Her mouth fell open. He also wanted to know if there was anyplace safe around here for him to park his car since he plans to be hanging around a lot. I told him he could use the garage. But you dont let anyone use the garage! Yeah, but he has a really nice car. I wouldnt want it to get stripped. She could imagine what kind of car he had: expensive. What was it about males of all ages that made

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Mick picked up a huge slice of pizza and took a healthy bite, then went into the kitchen for plates. You want juice to drink? Absently, her thoughts on Derek, she said, Please. She made it a habit to drink juice, since it was healthier for the baby. Real juice was her one small luxury. They ate in near silence, and Angel was aware of the passing minutes. When she caught Mick watching her watch the clock, he grinned. Im not about to leave until he comes back. He raised hell with me because the door was unlocked when he got here. Indignation rose, hot and fierce, crowding out her other, more conflicting emotions. He yelled at you? No, he just told me I should be more careful. I, um, gave him your key. Hes having a couple made, so I can have one, and he can have one. That way, he said, you can keep your door locked, and you wont have to get up to let us in if youre resting your leg or feeding the baby or something. Didnt you tell him you already had a key and that he didnt need one? It didnt seem like a smart thing to do. He was still grinning at her. She shook her head. Never before had she seen Mick take to another person this easily. Well, Ill tell him. If he actually does come back. Oh, hell be back, all right. Mick tilted his head at her. Are you going to tell him whats been happening? Not right away. I have to find out first if hes going to get involved with Grayson, if I can count on him to help without having to worry that hell sue me for custody. I cant risk having Grayson around that family. Its my bet the threats start with them. His mother, according to him, is as far removed from the grandmotherly type as a woman can get, and the stories he shared about his brother dont even bear repeating theyre so dreadful. And, she said, when Micks mouth twitched, before you start grinning again, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

I dont need his help with anything but protection and you know it. He handed her another piece of pizza. For a little bitty single lady youve done okay. But you know as well as I do that things are getting worse for you. First the job, then your old apartment, then the accident. That bit with your car still makes me sick when I think of it. You cant keep up. You never get enough rest and your leg hurts all the time from overdoing it. You need to let it heal. Hell, you need therapy. Angel had long ago quit trying to curb Micks colorful vocabulary. Now she just rolled her eyes. Im getting more papers to type up every day. Pretty soon, everything will even out. He only shook his head. He didnt really approve of the late hours she spent transcribing papers for local businessmen and college students, but he helped her anyway by picking up the papers and dropping them off. Like her, Mick knew she had few options. They both looked up when they heard the doorknob turn. It was locked as per Dereks instruction. He looked supremely satisfied as he used the key to get in. Much better. Angel glared at him. Youre not keeping a key to my apartment, Derek, so forget it. He didnt look daunted. Mick, you want to help me carry a few things in? Sure. Mick was already on his feet, setting the half-eaten slice of pizza aside. He looked anxious, and Angel imagined he was every bit as curious as she was. Then she remembered herself. Now wait a minute! I dont want or need anything from you! I already told you that. Derek went out the door whistling. Mick followed him, trying to hide his smile. Angel hadnt seen him grin this often in one day since shed met him. They returned with several boxes and various brands of

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As they carried them in, Derek explained. The woman at the store told me some kids are allergic to some kinds. You can tell me which works best and Ill pick up more of them. But this ought to hold you for now. He set the boxes in the living room, a huge wall of them, then tiptoed into Graysons room where she couldnt see him. The apartment was tiny, only the two small bedrooms, a closet-sized bath, then the open area of the living room and kitchen, separated by half a wall which cornered the refrigerator. Angel seethed, even more so when he came back out carrying the almost filled diaper pail. Where are you taking that? To the dumpster. He made a face, turning his nose away. I left the clean ones in there in case you wanted to use them for dust rags or something. She started to get up, but he was already out the door again and she slumped back in frustration. By the time he and Mick finished carrying things in, she had full cupboards, a stuffed refrigerator and freezer, a bathroom that practically overflowed with feminine products, and a sore throat from all her complaining, which Derek blithely ignored. Not only did she now have the basics, but she had luxuries she hadnt recently been able to afford. Had Mick told Derek that she missed conditioning her hair and giving herself facials? That she missed creamy lotions and scented bath oils? Or had he figured it out on his own? She wouldnt ask. Hed simply have to take it all back; she wouldnt be bought. Material things werent what she wanted or needed from him. Mick dropped the last large sack behind the couch and straightened. Ive got to get going. I have to be at work in fifteen minutes. Derek came in and handed him a newly purchased ice-cold soda, holding his own in his other hand. Another luxury shed avoided. She had milk, water, tea and for health reasons, juice. The soda looked so good, her mouth watered. Derek propped his hip on the back of the couch, close to her head, and Angel forgot about the soda to scoot away. Derek winked at her, knowing damn good and well she didnt want him that close, before Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

turning to Mick. Where do you work? Part of the week at the garage on the corner. The weekends at the Fancy Lady. Its a neighborhood bar. I wash dishes there. Mick had his chin jutted out, his obstinate expression that dared Derek to make a wisecrack. Instead, Derek appeared thoughtful. Arent you too young to work in a place like that? I look old enough. No one ever questions it. I suppose not. Again, he stuck out his hand. I appreciate your help today, Mick. No problem. You know, if you ever wanted to work just one job, for decent pay, I have a friend whos looking for someone. Mick narrowed his eyes, skeptical. Few things had ever been given to him, and when something good came along, he generally doubted it, and with good reason. Doing what? Various things. Cleanup, phone duty, running errands. The hours are flexible, but the pays good. Silence dragged out while Mick considered the suggestion. Finally he shrugged. Ill think about it. Take your time. The jobs not going anywhere. Derek locked the door behind Mick after he left, then turned to Angel. He stared at her until her pulse picked up and her blood raced. Now.

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eyes, and then hed looked at her with such warmth in his gaze shed practically jumped when he spoke. Now all her grievances came swamping back. You can take all this right back out to your car, and you can hand me back my key. She thrust her hand, palm up, toward him. Right now. Derek leaned against the door, studying her for a moment, seemingly gathering his thoughts. After a moment, he said, I like Mick. Hes a good kid. That threw her off guard. Again. Slowly, her hand fell back to the couch. Yes, he is. I dont know what you were up to with that job offer, but if it isnt legitimate, Ill He grinned. Youll what? No, dont answer that. The possibilities are too frightening to contemplate. He walked to her and sat down beside her on the couch, then took her hand before she could try to get up. Its a real job, certainly a better one than what hell find around here. I thought youd like to know he was working someplace safer. Hell, I could even get my friend to throw in a car with the job, to make sure hes protected when driving. Angel was struck speechless. Between his touch and his words, she couldnt seem to draw enough breath. Such gen-erosity had never been a part of Derek, at least not a part shed seen. I dont understand you. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles. She tried to tug her hand away, but he held firm. I know you dont, and Im sorry about that. Sorry about a lot of things. He gave her a sideways look, then sighed, the sound tinged with real regret. I hesitate to make you angry, but Then dont. Heres how its going to be, honey. His tone was stern, his expression determined. Youre going to keep everything Ive just given you. And youre going to use it, too. And enjoy it, I hope, but I suppose thats up to you. I know you dont like me or trust me right now, and thats okay. I understand it. But Im not just going to disappear or come visit once a month for fifteen minutes. And Im not going to sit back and ignore you when I know you need things. I can help you, and youre going to accept my help. God knows, you should have had it all along. Angel shook her hand free, then kept it held protectively away from him. A glint of amusement brightened his eyes. She felt swamped in confusion, uncertain what to do or say next. Shed never dealt Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

with Derek in this mood, firm but concerned and caring. It was sort of sweet. No, whoa on that thought. She would not be suckered in by him. Never again. Glaring at him, she said, Why dont you just tell me now what youre up to and save us both some time? What Im up to? Well, all right. Lets see. I want to help you. I want you to trust me again Ha! and I want to be with you. He said that last part with a small smile, and his fingertips grazed her chin. She ducked her face away. I want to be a part of Graysons life and be a father to him. I want to show you that I can be responsible and honorable and that Im not a total jerk. I want a lot of things. She stared at him hard, unnerved. Youre an alien, right? Derek was zapped into space and you were sent to replace him? Thats the only thing Ill believe. He laughed, but his eyes looked sad. Would you like that, if the real Derek was gone for good? None of this, most especially his somber tone, made any sense. Angel dropped her head against the back of the couch and sighed. I never wished you any harm, Derek. Not even when I thought I hated you, when you suggested wed both be better off without the baby. I just didnt want to ever see you again. But you invited me back into your life. I may be trying to take up more of that life than youre comfortable with, but I wont hurt you again. I promise.

Without lifting her head from the couch, she turned her face toward him. In a soft whisper, she said, Do you actually believe Id ever trust you again? Yes. He said it without hesitation. His eyes were dark and sincere and intense, probing into her mind, trying to read her thoughts. I can get you to trust me again. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The mere possibility scared her half to death. She could never leave herself that vulnerable again; her babys well-being depended on her strength. And then what? Youll steal my baby away from me? Her chest squeezed tight with the thought and she knew her voice shook. She couldnt help it. Shed known the risks involved when she contacted him, but Mick was right. She couldnt handle things on her own anymore. The threat was there and it was real and she was afraid, not so much for herself, but for Grayson. He relied on her, and she had to protect him. Thats what mattered most. If it was Dereks family behind the awful threats, as she suspected, he might well be the only person who could protect her. Derek stood, giving her his back. His fists rested on his hips and he looked angry and frustrated and somehow heartsick. I would never take him from you, he said, the words low and raspy. Id swear it to you, but I realize my promises mean nothingyet. All I want to do is help. But you never wanted to help me before. You made it clear you wanted no part of me or the baby. She heard him swallow, then he turned to face her. He looked angry, and almost confused, a bit desperate. I was an ass. An idiot and a bastard. Im here now, Angel. Dont shut me out. She really had little choice in the matter. It was difficult to say the words, but he seemed so different, not at all like the man shed known. Her reactions, her feelings toward him, were different, too. He touched something inside her that the old Derek hadnt gotten close to. She supposed anyone could . change, and she knew how Grayson had affected her life, the impact hed made on her. As if reading her mind, he whispered, Grayson hit me like a punch in the heart. A tiny little person, part of my blood. His eyes narrowed. You said it yourself. How holding him made you feel. But 1 carried him and went through all the changes the pregnancy caused. I got sick in the mornings, stayed awake at night as he kicked, stayed tired all the time. I felt him grow and I saw him born. I saw him take his first breath, give his first cry. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

You think I dont regret missing all that? He sounded so sincere, but she just didnt know. Unless he planned to take the baby from her, she could see no reason for an emotional deception. She searched his face, but it was a futile effort; whatever he felt was well hidden. Damn, she had so few choices in this. All right. He let out a gust of air, ran a hand through his hair, rubbed his chin, then smiled. Okay. Shew, Im glad thats settled. He looked much relieved, his shoulders no longer so tense, his eyes no longer worried. Okay. On to the next battle. I want to move you someplace else. Angel could only stare at him in disbelief. Youre nuts. I give ground on one little thing and you want to take over! Come on, honey, you cant like living here. She wanted to shove his condescension back into his face until he choked on it. I most certainly do like it, she lied, knowing Mick to be the only redeeming factor of her present residence. Im close to the downtown businesses and I do transcription at home for a lot of the offices and the students. I make enough money to keep the rent paid and my health insurance active. Its convenient and I enjoy the people and Im not moving.

He pursed his mouth and studied her, then must have decided not to push his luck. Ill let that go for now. Youll let it go forever! Now, about therapy. Angel rolled her eyes, which didnt even slow him down. Ive known people with compound fractures. It can take months to heal with proper treatment, and youve not had that. I have a very good doctor. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Who no doubt told you that you needed therapy. That was true, but it had been out of the question. Not only did she not have anyone to watch Grayson, but she had no way of getting back and forth each day to the therapist and her insurance would have only covered a small percentage of the bill. She shook her head at Derek, hopeless. Its been almost two months. Its too late for therapy. Nonsense. I know the perfect person. Ill have her come here. What would be convenient for you? Angel rubbed her eyes. He was coming too fast and too hard, and suddenly she was tired. Hed invaded her life, her emotions. Shed had such a simple plan, and shed thought for a while it might work. Then hed held Grayson, and hed kissed her and taken off his shirt and bought her disposable diapers and lotion and she just couldnt take it all in. She didnt have it in her to continue fighting him, at least, not right now. Derek, please. Let off a little. Youre here. Youve met your son. My apartment is stuffed with new purchases. Isnt that enough for now? I have a lot to make up for. She certainly wouldnt argue that point with him. Well, lets save it for another time, okay? Right now, Im exhausted. I worked really late last night finishing up some papers that were due this morning and Grayson still wakes up during the night to be fed. If youll take yourself out of here, Id like a nap. What papers? With barely veiled impatience, she explained once again. I transcribe files or notes for the local offices when one of the secretaries is ill, and I do term papers and such for students at the college. Im sure you remember I have top-of-the-line office equipment, even if my computer is getting a little dated. You dont have to continue working. I can give you money. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Just like that, he expected her to become totally dependent on him. She wanted to get up and smack him, and she wanted to cry. Neither would have brought about the results she needed. Ill pretend you didnt say that. He stood there, obviously undecided, and she waited. But he only smiled, his look rueful. Come on, Ill help you into bed. Panic edged into her weariness. She didnt want him touching her again, getting so close. Hed kissed her, and that brief touch had unnerved her, had made her belly tingle. When hed taken off his shirt, shed almost groaned. Hed been her first lover, her only lover. And shed never found fault with his physique. Though their single night together hadnt been great, she knew a lot of the blame was due to her own uncertainty. And now, she missed so much the closeness of being with a man, not necessarily sexually, but with gentleness and concern a special friendship between two people who know theyre destined to be lovers. Or who have been lovers in the past. The intimacy was there for her, whether she despised him or not. But despising him was no longer an issue. He was too damn different. No thank you, she muttered, shaken by her own revelations, afraid of her own weaknesses. But true to form, he wasnt listening and had her pulled up close to his side before she could move away. With one

hard muscled arm around her waist, the other holding her elbow, he practically carried her into her room. She could feel his heat, his strength, and it felt too good to be coddled, to have some of the burden lifted, even if in a superficial way. Closing her eyes didnt help, only made her more aware of the shifting of muscle, the hardness of his body, his incredible heat and enticing scent. The man even smelted different, more welcoming, more comforting. More exciting. Her bedroom door had been shut until now and when Derek stepped inside he paused to look around. She pulled away from him, her hands shaking, and he took her elbow to assist her to the bed. Her hobbling gait embarrassed her. Really, Derek. How do you think I ever managed when you werent around? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her sarcasm was wasted, judging by his frown. Ive been wondering about that myself. He lifted her legs onto the bed and pulled the sheet and blankets over her. Are you comfortable? With him looming over her while she rested in a bed? His shoulders looked hard, his chest broad. When shed glimpsed him with his shirt off earlier, shed noticed the remains of a tan. Hed been in warm weather recently, sunning himself. His hair hung over his forehead, soft and silky dark and a tracing of beard shadow was showing on his face. No, she was far from comfortable. Im fine. This is a pretty room. It suits you. The things he said seemed so strange, as if another man had taken over his body. Derek had never before commented on furniture or even noticed it as far as she could tell. Her belongings were nice, but they werent picked by an interior decorator as his had been. Still, they were hers, and she loved them. Shed hated to spend so much of her dwindled savings on movers when shed left her old place, but shed been unable to do the work herself, had no friends to call on, and she refused to live on someone elses furniture. Besides, the familiar objects gave her comfort, as if her entire life hadnt been reorganized by the vengeful hand of fate. Unable to help herself, she said, The bed is new. Oh? He looked it over, but she could tell he hadnt realized it. I thought about burning the other one, sort of as an exorcism given the hideous memories attached to it, but that seemed wasteful in my financial predicament, regardless of the sentiments attached. She propped a pillow behind her head and smiled at him, enjoying his scowl and the two spots of hot color high on his lean cheekbones. I sold it instead. Cheap. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Like an animal of prey moving in, Derek slowly approached the bed and leaned over her, his eyes never leaving hers. He braced an arm on either side of her head and lowered his face until only inches separated them. Angel pressed back into her pillow and held her breath. His voice was low and rough, compelling. You keep pushing me, honey, practically daring me with those big green eyes of yours. He looked away from her eyes to her mouth, and she bit her lip. Derek Shh. His lips brushed hers, light, teasing. I told you Id never hurt you again. You can believe it. Besides,

its too soon for much, but not for this. That was all the warning she got before his mouth settled warmly over her own, devouring. Angel gasped, clasping the soft blanket next to her hips, tightening her fists to keep from kissing him back. But it was impossible. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. Surely it hadnt been like this before or shed have remembered. Heat exploded, radiating out to her arms and legs in tingling waves; behind her closed eyes, tiny sparks ignited. She squirmedthen felt his tongue at the same time he groaned, giving her the sound, letting her feel it deep inside herself. Wet, warm, he shifted for a better angle and she leaned up to him, anxious for more. It seemed an eternity before the kiss ended, before Derek was slowly pulling away, taking small, nibbling, apologetic kisses along the way. He breathed hard, but when he lifted his head, there was a gentle smile on his mouth. Angel didnt trust herself to speak. Dont look like that, he chided. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Like like what? Like youre afraid, and sorry. His thumb rubbed the corner of her mouth. One way or another, everything really is going to be okay. Reality intruded. Derek, swear to me you wont tell anyone about Grayson. Youll believe me? Tears filled her eyes. Do I have a choice? I dont want to run again. I dont Again? He had her rattled, that was the only reason shed made such a slipup. Shaking her head, she said, If you tell your family about Grayson, Ill go. His large warm hand cupped her cheek. I wont let them bother you, and I wont let you go. She was afraid they were already bothering her, because she couldnt think of another single enemy she could have. Why they would want to hurt her, she couldnt guess. Unless they knew of Grayson and were afraid shed come to Derek for marriage. She just didnt know what lengths they might go to in order to protect their son from a woman theyd consider beneath him. Her hands shook, as did her voice. How could you stop them if they knew? Especially your brother. She shivered, knowing her fear of the brother was out of proportion, based on Dereks dramatized bragging and her own wild imagination. But in her mind, hed become her nightmare, and she was very afraid. Out of all of them, I fear him the most. He leaned back, watching her carefully. Angel Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

No! They cant know. Ever. If that seems selfish of me, I dont care. Her hands trembled, despite her tight grip, because she knew if he decided to take her baby away, he could. And she was already proving how weak she was against him. Im a good mother, Derek, I swear it. He sighed. I never doubted it, honey. He shoved himself reluctantly from the bed and pulled a pen from his pocket. Using a notepad on the bedside table, he scribbled down some numbers. Im going to give you my number. I already have it. He stalled, looking harassed for a moment, then shook his head. Its hard to reach me at home these days. Here are the numbers to my cellular and my pager. You can always reach me with them. If you ever need me, for anything, call either one of these numbers. Angel nodded, feeling foolish for her outburst. She was just so weary, so tired of being afraid. He

cupped her cheek again. Ill be back tomorrow. His gaze probed hers, demanding. Youll be here? Yes. Good. He leaned down and kissed her once more, a light kiss that still made her shiver. Pretty soon, youll stop looking so afraid, Angel. And youll start to trust me. I promise. As he walked out of the room, Angel looked at the paper with his numbers. Somehow, just having someone to call made her feel safer. She heard the front door close, the lock turn, and she dropped her head back on the pillow, closing her eyes. As she drifted off to sleep, the paper was still in her hand. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CHAPTER FOUR Contents-Prev |Next I was tailed last night, Dane said the minute Alec had taken his seat. He looked at his closest friend, waiting for his reaction. From the womans place? No, thank God. Later, from my house. It was dark, and I have no idea who it was, but I dont like it. I want you to set up a watch at her apartment. Something is definitely going on and I dont want her hurt. The man who was with her yesterday? Dane shook his head, again remembering how protective Mick had been. No, hes a kid and a blessing as far as I can tell. If it hadnt been for him, shed probably never have made it. Alec said nothing. It was one of the things Dane liked most about him. He didnt pry. In fact, he was one of the most closemouthed bastards hed ever met. Something about her just doesnt add up. Its like she wants Derek around, but shes forced to it. Then he shook his head again. No, thats not entirely true. Theres something therebut it sure as hell isnt trust or friendship. She initiated things, but now that Im, or rather Dereks, interested, shes trying to back off. I think she got more than she bargained for. You want me to check into her background, the time she spent with your brother? Alecs eyes were almost black, the same as his hair, and piercingly direct. Dane knew he could find out anything he wanted. How he found things out sometimes left him curious. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

No. He didnt want anyone snooping into Angels past but himself. He had no idea what clues he might uncover, but they were his business and no one elses. He didnt question his protective attitude. Hed find out what happened to his brother, but hed find it out his way, and isolate Angels involvement as much as possible. After all, she was his nephews mother; for now, that was all the excuse he needed. Ill take care of it. In fact, I have Raymond coming in today. Alec snorted, shifting his big body uneasily in the chair. He was in his usual jeans and a flannel shirt, his hair pulled back in a ponytail. He looked like a mugger, or the typical bad guy. Dane grinned. You dont like him either? Why? Alec shrugged, indifferent. I dont really know him. Dammit Alec Something about him just doesnt sit right. You know it yourself. Yes. I know youre also suspicious of just about everyone. Dane assumed his own dislike of Raymond was personal. He was engaged to Danes sister, Celia, and Raymond reminded him too much of his own family, ruthless, business-oriented. He probably suited Celia to a tee. I do have some info for you.

Dane straightened, his thoughts once again in perspective. Lets have it. Where your brothers car went off the road, theres an extra set of skid marks. Two cars were going fast that day, and two cars braked. Unfortunately, your brothers was the one that went off the berm. Alec handed him a file folder. I checked with the police on duty that day. They say thats a dangerous curve and people are always squealing their tires there, that the extra marks dont mean anything and could have been from long ago. I dont think so. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane took the folder, his temper heating as he pondered his brother trying to escape another car. He would findoutwhat had happened. Theres another thing. Dane looked up. Your brother had been in a local bar, not the classiest of joints, which is what drew my attention, and hed been drinking it up right before the accident. The bartender said hed met someone there, but that nothing seemed unusual about it. He didnt have a description, only that it was a male. Dammit! Dane exploded from his seat and paced around his desk. Playing the role of his brother was wearing on his nerves. Using Dereks office, his name, made him edgy. Hed left this life behind long ago and though he hadnt moved far away, hed still managed to keep an emotional distance from it all; now he was back under the worst possible circumstances. Why are the cops blowing this off? You know as well as I do, everyone claims your brother was acting goofy for a month. They just summed this up to stress. Bullshit. My brother could run two companies and not be stressed. He was primed for it, raised to do it. And he thrived on it. Unlike Dane, who hated every minute of the corporate business agenda. He wondered why his mother didnt know any of this, why she hadnt pursued the truth. Im not arguing with you. Pressing a fist against his forehead, Dane muttered, So what does Angel have to do with all this? I dont believe she was directly connected to Dereks death, but it is possible she helped pave the way for the killer, maybe unknowingly. She could be our only lead to what really happened since she was the last person to be close with him. But why would Derek have treated her so poorly? Alec shrugged, not forthcoming with a verbal response. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

A knock on the door had both men swinging their heads around. Come in. Raymond Stern sauntered in, his three-piece suit immaculate, his hair styled. Dane winced at the sight of him. The man, though pleasant enough, represented everything Dane disliked about the corporate world and his family. Thank you for stopping by, Raymond. Raymond looked at Alec, a suspicious frown in place. No problem. You said you wanted to talk? Dane nodded and reseated himself behind his desk. Alec stood. Ill be going now, unless you need something else? Dane shoved the file folder into a drawer before answering. No. Ill be in touch with you later. As Alec left, his eyes briefly skimming over everything and everyone in the room, Raymond asked, A crony of yours? One of my top men. A look of disbelief, or maybe scorn, passed over Raymonds features. Is he working on something right now? Before Dane could answer, Raymond continued. I think this P.I. business is fascinating, regardless of how your sister feels about it.

Oh? Dane cocked one eyebrow, wishing he could plant a fist in Raymonds face. And how does Celia feel? He chuckled. That youll outgrow it. She seems to think now that youre enmeshed back in the office, youll want to stay. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

There was an unasked question in his tone. Dane started to reassure the man that once he married Celia, the business would be his, with Danes blessing. In truth Dane wanted no part of it. He was already bored with the endless paperwork and the tedium of board meetings. But he decided against it. Let Raymond stew. Let him wonder if the company was part of the marriage bargain. Celia has never liked it that I stepped out of the familys affairs. I think its incredible that youve always been located so close, yet I never met you. My own offices arent that far away, true, but Ive traveled a lot, especially in recent years. Some cases require constant surveillance, and that means you follow all leads, regardless of where they take you. He didnt add that he deliberately hadnt kept in touch with his family, hadnt clued them in to where he would be or for how long. And now his brother was dead and he hadnt even made it to the funeral. Quickly closing that particular subject in his mind, Dane went on to another. I asked you here because I know you transferred over from the Aeric Corporation. Raymond straightened with pride. Thats right. Derek was there often once his intent was known, and he and I met. I agreed it was a natural acquisition, combining your familys interests in health products manufacturing with Aeries research capabilities. When Derek finalized everything, he asked me to join him here. You were at the funeral? Shaking his head, his eyes downcast in a regretful way, Raymond said, No, unfortunately I missed it, also. He looked back up, his expression resigned. I hadnt realized what happened until I reported here a week later. Derek had given me time to tie up my own loose ends and I spent two final weeks at Aeric, then took a break to sell my house and move closer. When I reported to work here is when I was told. Thats also the day I really got to know your sister. A small smile now curved his mouth. I see. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

When I asked to see Derek, I was referred to Celia. Things were still in an uproar, your mother most upset and Celia constantly on the verge of tears. They couldnt locate you and they needed everything to be kept quiet, contained. Dereks death hit them all very hard Raymond stuttered to a halt. Im sorry. I wasnt making accusations. I realize it was very difficult for you as well. Yes. Dane knew that Raymond had shown up when the company needed him most, his past experience and lack of emotional involvement, along with Dereks written blessing, making him the ideal man to take temporary control. Every effort was made to keep the stockholders from panicking. If nothing else, he owed Raymond his gratitude for that. But Dane deliberately kept his own dialogue brief in the hopes Raymond would say more. Trying to get information from his sister or mother had proved most provoking. Anytime he mentioned Dereks name, they would turn solemn, overwhelmed with the loss. The entire episode of the takeover of Aeric seemed very hush-hush. Anyway, I guess you could say your sister and I hit it right off. I care deeply for her. And deeply for the Company, but Dane kept those thoughts to himself. His sister was old enough, and

certainly wise enough, to choose her own husband. Did Derek associate on a regular basis with anyone else at Aeric? Raymond shrugged. Most everyone on the board, the managers, the No, I mean in a social way. Well, there was the woman, secretary to the R&D department. Research and Development. Dane already knew what Angels position had been. Somehow, Derek had gotten information from her that had enabled him to take over the company. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

And then hed dropped Angel cold. Were they close? Raymond shrugged, looking thoughtful. Everyone thought so. Shed never dated much, and then suddenly she had a steady date. At that time, no one realized Derek was after the company. But I suppose it should have been more obvious that he was using her. She was a mousy sort of person, not real talkative, withdrawn, but apparently good at her job. Good enough that the head of R&D often sent her top-secret information through a P.O. box to work on at home. A post office box? Thats unusual. Derek remembered the address Angel had given him, not a home address, but the anonymity of a post office. Raymond shrugged. Her supervisor was from the old school and didnt trust the company computers, swearing too many secrets had been stolen. But he trusted the wrong person. Angel got the last of the information, a huge breakthrough worth top dollar that would have offset the takeover attempt, and she gave it to Derek. Of course, we found all this out after Derek dropped her. He laughed. She got fired real quick. Most everyone else was able to keep their jobs. I see. Why do you ask? Raymond straightened. Shes not here asking for a job, is she? Raymond looked appalled by the possibility. No, of course not. I just wondered if I could get in touch with her, to talk to her about Derek. Why? Raymonds eyes narrowed and he shifted forward. Whats going on? Keeping his tone smooth and nearly bored, Dane said, Not a thing. Its just that I hadnt seen my brother for some time. Id like to talk to the people who knew him. Raymond relaxed and Dane asked, What Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

happened to her, do you know? Dane had to keep his hands beneath the desk. His fingers had curled into fists as Raymond spoke and he imagined Angels humiliation, her hurt. He didnt like feeling so much anger toward a dead man, especially when that man was his twin. The conflicting emotions ate away at his control. I have no idea. I havent seen her since I left Aeric. And Derek broke things off with her during a board meeting, for everyone to see. He asked her to sit in on the meeting, then deliberately told everyone where hed gotten his information. That pretty much proved she couldnt be trusted in the company. Good God. Sick dread churned in the bottom of his stomach. Raymond laughed. Yeah, she was stunned to say the least. But maybe it taught her a lesson about keeping business dealings private. As Im sure you already know, even though you havent been involved in some time, theres no room for deceit in the corporate world. You absolutely have to be able to trust your employees. Especially when theyre in the position she was in. Dane could barely see, he was so angry. The rage ran through him, red-hot, and he wanted only to get to Angel, to apologize, to He stood abruptly, coming around his desk with stalking steps. He went to the coat tree and grabbed up his coat. Raymond quickly stood to face him. It took two deep breaths before Dane could trust himself to speak without breaking Raymonds nose. This was exactly why he hated the business, why he had to separate himself from his family. Ruthless

barracudas, all of them, with no thought for humanity or dignity. It sickened him. Raymond looked at him warily. Is that all you wanted? Yes, thank you. He couldnt bear to shake the mans hand. He turned toward the door instead and opened it. I appreciate your help, Raymond. Unfortunately, I have an appointment at my own offices shortly, so Ill need to ask you to go. Yes, of course. He hesitated. You know, Derek and I were somewhat better than associates before he died. If youd ever like to talk about him, to know about him, Id be glad to tell you what I can. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Danes smile actually hurt, but he managed it. Thank you. Ill keep it in mind. Will you be at dinner tonight? Damn, hed forgotten his mother planned a family gathering. He had hoped to eat with Angel, to get to know her better. Probably, he conceded, knowing his mother would demand a valid reason for missing the meal. It was to be a formal dinner in preparation for his sisters marriage, where the duties of the company would be discussed. I know its difficult for you, stepping in here and keeping your own business afloat. If I can help in any way Ill keep that in mind. Thank you. Raymond finally left with a lagging step, looking as if he had more to say but was reluctant to press. Dane knew he sensed where the present power lay, but that was just a fabrication of his mothers fancy. He didnt want the damn company. In fact, he would only stay in charge as long as was necessary to find out what had happened to Derek, to uncover the truth. And to get things settled with Angel. Angel slowly hung up the phone, her fingers tight on the receiver to keep her hand from shaking. Why wouldnt it stop? Shed never hurt anyone, she held no power. There was absolutely no reason for someone to harass her. For one insane moment, she wanted to call Derek, but she quickly quelled that absurd thought. She wouldnt rely on him, ever again. For all she knew, he could be behind all this. That thought made her stomach queasy. Moving slowly, she made her way to the bathroom and splashed water on her hot face, then leaned Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

against the counter and took deep breaths. When the knock sounded on her front door only seconds later, she jumped, her hand going to her throat. The apartment was quiet, Grayson sleeping soundly in his crib. It couldnt be Mick because he had left for school hours before after dropping off more papers to be typed, and no one ever called on her other than him. Derek would surely be at work and The knock sounded again, this time a little harder and she feared Grayson would wake. She hurried to the door, hesitated just a moment, then called out, Who is it? Ah, she heard in deep, satisfied tones, much better than just letting anyone in. I see youre learning. Derek? She turned the dead bolt and unlocked the door, swinging it open. I always lock my door, except when Im expecting Mick. She looked him over, the casual way he leaned against the doorjamb, his open-neck shirt, so unusual for him. What are you doing here this time of day? His gaze went over her from head to toe. She wore a long caftan of muted gray-and-blue plaid. It was old and worn and the material draped her body softly. It unzipped down the front, making it easy for her to feed Grayson. Right now, the zipper was just low enough to show her cleavage and assure Derek that her breasts were unrestrained by a bra. Typically of late, her feet were bare; since injuring her leg, she seldom bothered with shoes at home.

A long low whistle filled the air between them and Angel felt herself blushing. Self-consciously, she tried to smooth her hair which hung loose, but when she realized what she was doing she dropped her hand and scowled. Arent you supposed to be at work? Yeah, but I missed you so Im here instead. Before she could move, or even guess what he would do, he leaned forward and kissed her. The touch of his mouth was warm and soft and fleeting, leaving her stunned. Then Derek pushed in past her, taking his welcome for granted. The door closed with a snap. Dont do things like that. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Why not? You like it, and I can guarantee I love it. She felt her temper rise and he quickly held up both hands. Okay, okay. You dont like it. Youre entirely repulsed. Derek What? He smiled at her, a beautiful smile and she looked away. I really do enjoy it, sweetheart. And I honestly did miss you. He stepped closer to her once again, his gaze bright and probing. You didnt mind yesterday in my office. You asked me to kiss you then. Angel drew a blank. He was right, she had pushed the issue. But that was when shed thought he might not be interested, when shed thought hed need motivation. For a single moment she wondered if he was toying with her, but his expression was enigmatic, impossible to read. This is a bad time, she said, suspicious and determined to resist his classic charm. I have tons of things to do. I can help. Derek He came close to laughing, but swallowed it down. Okay, Im sorry. Im pushing again. But damn, I have so much to make up for and Im anxious to get started. Nonplussed, she moved past him, removed a large basket of laundry still needing to be folded, and sat on the couch. The past is the past, Derek. You cant erase it, and since you havent contacted me in all this time, I have to assume it didnt matter much to you until now. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Youre surprised at my easy acceptance of things? More than surprised. She was amazed. His hands were deep in his trouser pockets, his coat pushed back, and he rocked on his heels as if in thought. Finally, his head down, he sat beside her. Silence hung heavy in the air. He turned to her. Im sorry. He shrugged his wide shoulders, his expression earnest. I have no excuse, nothing, to explain why I was such a bastard. I wish I did, I wish I could pull up some believable tale to help smooth things over, to take away some of the hurt. But what I did to you was unforgivable. I know that. Still, I want you to forgive me. Dumbfounded by this outpouring of emotion, she allowed him to take her hand, holding it when she would have pulled away. Do you think you can? When she merely frowned, he added, For Graysons sake? Angel stared at him, so many things hed said clogging in her brain. He wanted forgiveness, even though he admitted there was no excuse for his behavior? And to use the babys welfare against her but that was her biggest concern, her reason for contacting him in the first place.

Only he didnt act the way shed expected, as shed planned for. Shed expected grudging help in calling off his family if indeed they were behind the threats. She didnt even want to contemplate the possibility of another enemy. She wanted only to live in peace, to be able to take care of herself and her son without fear of danger. His hand was large and warm and again she noticed the roughness, which had never been there before. To buy herself some time, she said, What have you been doing? She turned his palm over and looked at it. You have calluses. He blinked at her, then looked down at his hand. With a twisted grin, he said, Chopping wood, if you can believe that. It might be difficult. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

I know. Im not normally the physical type. She shook her head. No, youre in shape, always have been. But from a gym, not from physical labor. She continued to look at his hand and he raised it to her cheek, curling his fingers around her jaw and lifting so that her gaze met his. His eyes were bright, intent. Im glad you noticed, but it doesnt matter. Will you try to forgive me? His voice had been so soft, so cajoling. She hated herself for wanting to believe in him again, for wanting so many ridiculous things. But shed been so alone for so long now. Her mind scurried for some response, some way of making him back off. We could start over, he said. Im different now, every-thing will be different. If I start to backslide and I disappoint you or Grayson, then you can toss me out. At her skeptical look, he made a cross on his chest. I promise. The decision is yours. Youre right about my family, they wouldnt make good relatives at this point for Grayson and theyd likely make your life a living hell. If Angel was right, they were already making her life hell and determined that it get much worse. But she kept the words unsaid for now. Derek smiled. And since I plan to be involved, that means theyd make me miserable as well. They dont need to know anything about Grayson, or about you for that matter. At least, not until youre ready. As she opened her mouth, he interjected, If youre ever ready. She had no defense against his optimism, his good humor. It was beyond her to remain disgruntled when he was being all shed ever hoped forfor Graysons sake. All right. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His grin was wide and sexy and suggestive. Thank you. Damn, but you know how to keep a man on pins and needles. I hope this is the last time you test me, because my heart cant take it. She snorted, not ready to believe his heart was involved. Then to her disbelieving eyes, he set the laundry basket between them and began folding baby blankets. Angel stared. Shocked you, have I? Well, good. God knows youve done me in enough times lately. He lifted a small gown, struggled with it for a moment, then handed it to her. I think Ill leave the more complicated garments to you, and stick to the blankets and His voice trailed off as he lifted a pair of panties from the basket. They were pink and satiny and her blush was so hot, she knew her face had to be bright red. She snatched them from his hand. Not a single word out of you or you can go. Im mum, He continued to fold, now in silence, but she could see his devilish smile. He was so very different, so unlike the Derek she knew, the man she couldnt forgive or ever care about, not with the way hed turned on her. This Derek was considerate and warm and somehow, more

of a man because of it. In the past, shed been drawn to his confidence, his good looks and his sophistication. Shed been overwhelmed by his attention, so flattered she hadnt been able to think straight. Then hed abruptly discredited her in every way possible. They worked in near silence, other than Derek humming, until all the laundry was done and put away. After Angel had placed her unmentionables in her dresser, leaving Derek to put up the babys things, she found him standing over Graysons crib, just watching the baby sleep. When she crept in to stand beside him, it somehow felt right to be there together, sharing the sheer joy of seeing the baby, hearing his soft breathing. When Grayson made a grumbling squeak in his sleep, Derek smiled, a small, proud smile that touched Angels heart and made her feel too warm and full inside. She turned around and walked out. Shed barely reached the kitchen before she felt Dereks hand heavy on her shoulder. Her pulse raced, her breathing quickened. Slowly he turned her, and he whispered, Angel, his tone low and husky and affected by some emotion she couldnt name but understood. Even before she met his gaze, she knew he was going to kiss her. She tried to tell herself it was necessary, that she had to keep him interested to have his help, but she knew she was lying. She wanted his kiss. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

And he didnt disappoint her. This was no casual peck as hed given her when he first arrived. No, this time his mouth devoured hers, without hesitation, hot and hungry, his tongue immediately sliding inside while his hands held her face and kept her close. Just that, nothing more. He didnt touch her anywhere else, didnt put his arms around her or pull her body into full contact with his. She could feel his heat, crossing the inches that separated them, and she wanted to be closer. But lovemaking was new to her and she wasnt sure how to initiate anything, or if she even wanted to. Derek slanted his head, his breathing harsh in her ear, and a low groan came from deep in his throat. In the next instant, he pulled his mouth away and pushed her head to his shoulder. This is crazy. I cant believe how you affect me. Angel didnt know what to say to that. Crazy? It surely felt odd, but in a wonderful, miraculous way. Her hands were caught between them and she could feel his heartbeat, fierce and fast. Why is it different this time? she asked aloud, and all the confusion she felt could be heard in her tone. Derek laughed, then groaned and squeezed her tight, finally pulling their bodies close together. Because it just is, because Im different. He pushed her back so he could see her face and smiled at her. Id like to take you to lunch. The topic had changed so suddenly Angel was caught off guard. I I cant go anywhere. Grayson Well take him with us. She shook her head, not even considering the possibility of them being seen in public together with the baby. No, I already ate. She pondered all that had happened, all hed done so far, then suggested, Why dont you come here for dinner instead. She felt ridiculous, making such an offer, extending the verbal olive branch. But they did need to get reacquainted; she needed to decide if and how much she could trust him. She drew a deep breath and plunged onward. I can cook us something. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He searched her face, and his continued silence made her wish she could withdraw her offer. Then he shook his head. Damn, Id like that. I swear I would. I cant imagine a better way to spend my evening. But? He released her and turned away. My mother has this damn dinner planned. He waved a hand, essaying

his feelings on the affair. My sister is getting married soon and its a sort of celebration dinner. All family is expected to attend. I see. He ran a distracted hand over his face, then laughed. I doubt you do. But at any rate, 1 appreciate the offer. Will you give me a rain check? Yes, of course. He looked at her, into her, and she shivered. His hand came up to cup her cheek. Aw, Angel, you do know how to drive a man crazy. She didnt know what he meant by that, so she ignored it. If youre hungry now, I could make you a sandwich. Like a starving man, he grabbed up her offer. Thank you. Anything is fine. And while I eat, will you tell me more about Grayson, about yourself? That seemed like an odd request. As she pulled lunch meat out of the refrigerator, she glanced at him curiously and said, You know everything there is to know about me. Not true. Tell me about the pregnancy, when you found out Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Slowly, feeling as if shed been doused in ice water, Angel turned back to him. She dropped a package of cheese onto the table with a thunk. It was cheese he had bought, so she knew he must like it. About the pregnancy. Now why would you want details on that? Wary now, he shrugged and said, Im just curious. I see. Are you trying to verify that Grayson really is yours? Is that why you were so awful when I first called to tell you I was pregnant? You thought I was lying about you being the father? Of course not! You doubted me in your office. You had the nerve to ask me if I was certain. His face tightened, his mouth grim. It was a legitimate question, Angel. He faltered, looking tormented. I just wasnt expecting you to Legitimate? When you were the only man Id ever been with? There was a heartbeat of silence. Ever? His eyebrows rose in incredulous disbelief. She slapped down a knife on the table. So you thought once you humiliated me, once youd used me, I would just willingly jump in bed with another man? You thought I found my one experience with sex so titillating I had to race out for more, and since you werent available, Id take any man who was? As she spoke, her voice rose almost to a shout, but it all came back on her, all the pain and mortification. She laughed, but it wasnt a happy sound. Derek sat staring at her, his expression almost comically blank. Well, he wasnt used to hearing her yell. Shed always been meek and agreeable with him, so much so Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

shed made his objective pathetically easy. Hed overwhelmed her with his bigger-than-life persona, but not anymore. Now shed changed, thanks to the way hed screwed up her life. And he had changed as well. Believe me, Derek, you were the only one. And once with you was more than enough. It was her sneering tone, meant to show him her loathing, only it didnt work. Shed started to tremble and Derek was suddenly there, his arms around her, his lips against her temple. Shh, baby, Im sorry. So sorry. Just go back to work, Derek. Leave me alone. I cant do that. He leaned back, keeping her pelvis pressed to his, but putting space between their upper bodies.

You dont want me to do that. For whatever reason, Angel, you contacted me. She opened her mouth, but she couldnt think of a single thing to say. Shh. Its all right. You dont have to tell me now. Ill wait until youre ready. That he suspected her of having ulterior motives should have alarmed her, but she was just too tired to fight with him. And since she desperately needed his concession, she nodded, relief making her slump against him. I was an idiot in the office yesterday. Of course I know you havent been with anyone else. Sometimes men just say stupid things. He seemed to be floundering for the right words as his hands coasted up and down her back, soothing. We wont mention that again, okay? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Reluctantly, she nodded. Good. He stepped back, but rather than sit at the table again, he began compiling his own sandwich. I do want to hear everythingno matter how insignificantthats happened to you since weve been apart. He gave her a sharp, assessing glance. I have a lot of catching up to do. All right? Yes. The distraction of simple conversation would help her regain her balance. She didnt want to confide in him yet, not until she knew she could trust him with Graysons safety. Yes, Ill tell you everything. He stayed longer than she would have guessed, and he asked more questions than she could answer. When Grayson awoke, Derek changed the baby, cuddled him for long moments, and when Grayson demanded to be fed, he finally took his leave. But he promised to come back the next day. And though she was annoyed with herself, Angel already looked forward to his next visit. CHAPTER FIVE Contents-Prev |Next Dinner seemed to last forever. All Dane wanted to do was go home and ponder Angels revelation. Shed been a virgin. God, he still felt stunned. And entirely too aroused. From what shed told him, shed only been with Derek once, and that had been a disappointment. Possessive heat filled him. She hadnt really belonged to Derek, not the way a woman should, not the way she would belong to him. Guilt plagued him as he considered making her his own while knowing Derek had been her first and only. But with every minute that passed, he felt more determined to tie Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

himself to her. There were numerous reasons, none of them overly honest, but still, they served his purpose. He adored Grayson, already loving him as if he were his own. Dane had never thought to fit the bill of fatherhis chance had been lost to him so long ago. But it was precisely because his chance had been lost, and why, that he wanted to protect Grayson. Angel was right to fear his family; they would take over without giving her a single chance if he let them. But her fear also seemed exaggerated and somewhat pointless. Sooner or later theyd find out about the baby. It was inevitable. He planned to be there when they did, to soothe her fears. Angel also deserved his protection, and the luxury the Carter name could supply. Whatever else Derek had become, hed still been a wealthy man. Grayson had a birthright that would pave much of his way in the world. Derek should have seen that Grayson received his due; for reasons of his own, he hadnt, and Dane was determined to correct the oversight. He also still believed Angel to be the most likely link in discovering what had happened to his brother. So far, nothing seemed to fit. Derek was capable of some pretty ruthless behavior, but the way hed treated Angel seemed out of character even for him. Much of the cruelty had been deliberate and unnecessary. Why had Derek done it? And what was the real reason Angel had contacted him again, despite the damn past they shared? There were secrets there, things he had to discover, and that too,

was a good reason to stay in touch with Miss Angel Morris. The biggest reason of all, of course, was the chemistry between them. When he touched Angel, all his senses exploded like never before. And not even the memory of her and Dereks past experiences could dampen her responses; it was driving him insane. Damn his brother for complicating things so, for hurting her. And most of all for letting himself get killed. What had Derek been up to? Dane? Startled out of his ruminations, Dane looked up to see his mother frowning fiercely across the table at him. She did it well, he thought as he speared a bite of asparagus and chewed slowly. Her look was so forbidding that most people immediately apologized even before they knew what theyd done wrong. At Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

sixty, she was still a slim, attractive woman with her light-brown hair stylishly twisted behind her head, and her brown eyes sharp with intelligence. She kept herself in top physical shape; her pride would tolerate no less. Dane stifled a bored yawn. Hed quit playing his mothers games long ago. Did you want something, Mother? She pinched her mouth together at his lack of manners and deference due her. Where in the world is your attention? You havent been following the conversation at all. Celia smiled toward him. Do you have a big investigation thats got you stumped, brother? He sent her a chiding glance. Celia had been teasing him about being a P.I. since hed walked in the door. Shed had the gall to ask him if he carried a spy kit. His sister seemed different than he remembered, more lighthearted, more playful. He liked the changes. To his surprise, Raymond blurted, You arent still wondering about the Morris woman, are you? His mother straightened to attention, jumping on the topic like a dog on a meaty bone. She had plans for Dane, he knew. Shed sat him at the head of the tablea major concession for her, and an indication of what she expected from him in the future. She wouldnt want any threats to her plans, and his interest in anyone or anything other than the company would certainly be considered a threat. He hadnt yet told her of his intentions, or rather lack thereof, toward the family and the company. He wanted everything settled first before he dropped his news on her. Whats this, Dane? Her face was alarmingly pale, her eyes flashing. Whats Raymond talking about? Nothing of any import, Mother. I merely asked Raymond a few questions about Angel Morris. I was curious since Derek had been seeing the woman for a while. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia turned quiet and gave her attention to her food. His mother wasnt so reserved. Her hands fisted on the table, yet she managed to keep her tone calm. He wasnt seeing her, for heavens sake. He merely associated with her to ease the effort of the takeover. She was a secretary of sorts, no one important. Certainly no one important to Derek. Forcefully keeping his emotions in check, feigning a certain lack of interest, Dane asked, Do you know what happened to her? His mother carefully laid aside her fork, then looked down her nose at him. She sat to his right, Celia and Raymond to his left. After she was terminated, you mean? Why would I care? She made a rude sound of condescension. You certainly didnt expect us to employ the woman, did you, not after she gave away company secrets. Celia spoke up for the first time, her voice clipped, her expression stern. I already told you, Mother, Derek stole that information from her. Dane felt as though hed taken a punch on the chin. His mother made an outraged sound and Raymond

sat watching them both, his expression somewhat satisfied. He stared at his sister and saw that two spots of bright color had bloomed on her cheeks. What did you say? Celia gave her mother a lingering frown, then turned to face Dane. Mother persists in making this woman out as a villain, even though Ive told her repeatedly that it isnt so. If anything, she was a victim, and we certainly should have employed her in an effort to make amends. Derek explained to me himself that Angel hadnt volunteered the information to him. He rifled through her personal belongings until he found what he wanted. Raymond held his fork aloft, using it to emphasize his point. Ah. But she should have seen to it that the material was well secured. That was her responsibility. The heads at Aeric trusted her, and she let them down. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

I suppose part of the blame is hers, Celia agreed, her tone snide, in trusting Derek too much, in thinking him honorable toward her Danes mother gasped, coming to her feet in furious indignation. Her hands slapped down on the cloth-covered tabletop while her voice rose to a near shriek. How dare you suggest otherwise, Celia Carter? He was your brother! Looking belligerent and stubborn, Celia forced a shrug and met her mothers gaze. Mother, he stole that information from her. He led her on, made her believe he cared for her, and then took shameful advantage. Would you rather I call that honorable? Raymond patted Celias hand. Sweetheart, he only did what was best for the company. That was always his first priority. His eyes slid over to Dane. As is true of any CEO. Dane waited, watching while his mother visibly struggled to regain her control. Such an outburst from her surprised him and piqued his curiosity. When she had grudgingly reseated herself, pretending to be appeased by Raymonds words, and Raymond had taken a healthy bite of his braised pork, Dane asked, Are you saying, Raymond, that you wouldnt have a problem with using a woman that way? Raymond promptly choked, covering his mouth with his napkin. Really, Dane, enough of this nonsense! his mother protested. Raymond has been an enormous help to us and deserves better from you. Celia looked at Dane, a wicked smile of appreciation curving her lips, then proceeded to pound her fiance on the back until hed managed to catch his breath. Dane leaned back in his chair, enjoying the dinner for the first time that evening. Damn, so much to think about. So Angel was innocent all the way around. That fact twisted his guts, making him feel guilty as hell, as if he were the one whod betrayed her. He determined to make it up to her somehow. Whether she wanted him to or not. An hour later as they all gathered in the salon for drinks and conversation, Dane cornered his sister. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Raymond was busy schmoozing their mother, and Celia was blessedly alone, staring out a window at the dark night. As he approached, she looked down at his hand and the drink he held. I thought you abstained. He lifted the glass in a salute. Pure cola and ice. Nothing more. It irritates Mother, you know. That you wont have a social drink. Dane thought of Mick, so defiant as he explained his mother was an alcoholic. In my line of work, I see too many drink-related cases. Men and women who abandon their families in favor of a bottle. They all started out as social drinkers. Shaking off his sudden tension, he smiled at Celia. Besides, I enjoy irritating Mother. To his surprise, his teasing wasnt returned. Celia turned fully to face him. How do you do it, Dane?

How do you just turn your back on everything, on all of us? A frontal attack. He hadnt expected it of his sister, but he relished a moment to clear the air. Hed missed her in the time hed been away. Though she was a lot like his mother, her strength and determination not to be underestimated, she was also a woman who thought for herself, who didnt blindly accept his mothers dictates. Hed found that out tonight. In the years hed stayed away, his sister had evidently come into her own. Too long, too damn long. Theres nothing for me to stay here for, Celia. You know that. Mother made certain she drove me away Shes sorry for that, Dane. Celia touched his arm. Her eyes, the same hazel shade as his, were dark with concern. She realizes now that you really did love Anna, that she shouldnt have interfered. He snorted. Is that what you call it, interference? She deliberately destroyed my life, accused my fiancee of all kinds of reprehensible things, and just because she didnt approve of Annas family. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia bit her lip, then forged on. You were both so young. Besides, she did take the money, Dane. Mother didnt force it on her. She made Anna feel as if that were the only option, as if she couldnt possibly be my wife. Mother made sure she knew shed never fit in. Even as he said the words, he accepted that he wasnt being a hundred percent truthful with her or himself. Anna was pregnant, you know. After she ran off, she lost the baby. My baby. Celia covered her mouth with a hand. Oh no, I didnt know. Im so sorry. I told Mother. I was angry and hurt and I wanted her to understand exactly what her manipulation had cost me. Do you know what she said? Numbly, Celia shook her head. She said it was for the best. Celia lowered her forehead to Danes shoulder and her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Mothers set in her ways, Dane. She means well, and she really does love you. Its just that sometimes she doesnt think. He had nothing to say to that. It amazed him that his sister would always try to defend their mother, no matter what she did. Will you stay on at the company this time? We need you here. Lifting a hand to his sisters fair hair, giving one silky lock a teasing tug, he said, You already know the answer to that. She sighed. I suppose I do. But I was hopeful. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Its not for me, sis. I dont feel comfortable there and besides, I love playing detective too much to give it up. She smiled at his teasing, then turned to face the window again. I miss him so much. Me, too. Even though we hadnt been in contact much lately, I always knew he was here. There were only miles separating us, and I knew we could get in touch if we chose to. Dane wanted to tell her that he suspected Derek had been murdered, but he held back. His sister had enough on her plate for the moment. Im proud of how you stood up to Mother. She made a disgusted sound. Shes hurting. And it angers her if anyone even suggests Derek might not have been perfect. But I cant sit by and watch her persecute an innocent woman. Dane thought his sister was pretty damn special at that moment, and more than ever, he regretted the amount of time hed let pass without seeing his family. How long are you willing to help out?

Until I see things settled, he thought, but he only shrugged. I dont know. Well see. Right now, I have every agent in my own business maxed out, working on two or more cases at a time. And running between offices isnt getting any easier. Especially while trying to uncover a murderer. He looked up at that moment to see Raymond watching him while his mother chatted in Raymonds ear, no doubt regaling him with stories of old acquaintances, money and power. It was all his mother knew, all she cared about, and Raymond, with his desire to ingratiate himself, provided the perfect audience. Dane nodded then looked away. Do you love him? Celia laughed. You say that as if such a thing is unimaginable. I just want you to be happy. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Id be happy if you stayed on. She quickly raised her hands. But I understand why you cant. Dane, why were you asking questions about Angel Morris? She effectively sidetracked him and he rubbed his chin, wondering what to tell her. Finally he said, I suppose it just surprises me what Derek did. I dont like to think him capable of such things. Can you even begin to imagine what Angel Morris must have felt like? Celia leaned into him, their shoulders touching. If its any consolation, I think he regretted it. He was very distracted those last few weeks. And unhappy. He told me once that Angel would never forgive him, and that he didnt blame her. It was almost like hed had to hurt her, though I never understood why. I planned to ask him, to understand, but then he died. Dane didnt understand either, but he felt better for having talked with his sister. His mother he simply hoped to avoid so she couldnt try to nail him down on his intentions. He didnt want anyone to know his plans until hed figured everything out. At this point, he wasnt certain who to trust, so he trusted no one. Not even Angel. The more he learned, the more reason he had to wonder why shed ever contacted Derek again in the first place. She had to hate him for all hed done to her. But, his thinking continued, Derek had also given her Grayson, and the baby appeared to be the most important thing in her life. Maybe for that reason alone, shed been able to give up on some of her anger and resentment. Maybe shed come to the very reasonable conclusion that Grayson deserved a father and all that Derek could provide. It could be only misplaced pride that still made her insist she wanted nothing from him. Heaven knew, hed had a hard enough time making her accept the essentials, food and diapers and damn shampoo. She also had plenty of reason to hang on to that pride, given the way shed been treated. As Raymond and Mrs. Carter joined them, Raymond smoothly slipped his arm around Celia and gave her an affectionate peck on the cheek. Watching them, Dane pondered the idea of starting over. Ever since Anna had abandoned him, allowing his mother to buy her off, hed avoided relationships. He hadnt met a woman hed wanted to see more than twice. Anna hadnt trusted him, had believed his mothers tales over the truths hed given her. Hed never admit it to anyone, but Annas actions had proved his mother right; she wasnt the woman for him. He expected, needed, a woman to give him everything, not merely her trust, but her unwavering loyalty. Her soul. Anna hadnt been able to do that, and while he still regretted the loss, it was more the manipulation that he resented. Hed long since gotten over his first love. It had been a lesson to be learned, and hed learned it well.

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This time, he could think more clearly. Hed make certain the same didnt happen with Angel. Hed reason with his brains, not his heart, and sooner or later, hed win her over. His ruthlessness was an inherent part of his nature. After all, much as he might dislike it on occasion, he was still a Carter. Angel didnt stand a chance. I dont like it. I think you should tell Derek. Angel was so sick of hearing Micks refrain. He and Derek got along wonderfully, but then who wouldnt get along with him? Derek was generous and thoughtful and attentive and protective. Hed shown up every day for the past week, helping with everything from bathing the baby to shopping and housework. Twice he had brought over dinner, then cleaned up the mess so Angel could get caught up on her typing. Hed tried to give her money, but after shed told him exactly what she thought of that idea, he hadnt mentioned it again. Instead, he asked questions, hundreds and hundreds of questions. Sometimes it made her nervous, though she couldnt say why. He just seemed so different. The job he got me is awesome. She smiled at Micks enthusiasm. Hed been with her since six oclock while they went over his homework. Now it was nine and hed done little else but talk about Derek in between lessons in calculus and conjugating Spanish verbs. So you like it? Are you kidding? Whats not to like? Its a private investigations office and the people there are so laid-back and friendly. Its like a big family. Angels heart twisted. Mick had never had much family to brag about. His mother was more absent than not, and even when she was around, she didnt demonstrate any maternal instincts. Mick had pretty much raised himself, and Angel knew what a lonely existence that could be. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Theyve been telling me some of the cases theyve dealt with. Incredible stuff, like shoot-outs and drug busts and all kinds of stuff. This one guy, Alec Sharpe, hes actually sort of scary, but dont tell Derek I said so. Angel smiled in amazement. If the man spooked Mick, who wasnt afraid of anyone as far as she could tell, he must be one frightening character. She pretended to lock her lips with an imaginary key. Not a word, I promise. The guy has the darkest eyes and hes real quiet and when he talks, even if its just to ask for coffee, everyone around him shuts up and listens. I think hes sort of a boss or something. Angel gathered up pencils and pens and put the calculator away. What do you do there? Mick made a face. All kinds of stuff, from cleaning and running out for doughnuts to making coffee and putting files away. But theyre all real nice about it. They dont act like Im getting paid, but more like Im doing them a huge favor and they really appreciate it. And Alec gave me this really cool car to drive. It has the best stereo. Angel knew Mick would be paid more working there than he had made doing both jobs before. And it had been agreed he wouldnt work past six oclock on school days, and only until the afternoon on the weekends. She was so incredibly grateful to Derek, seeing the change in Mick. He was more like the average kid now, happy and proud. And he adored Derek. Of course, Mick didnt know everything that had happened between Angel and Derek in the past. And shed never tell. Derek was doing his best to prove the past really was over; not for the world would she

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letter She rubbed her head. I know. The letter proves whoever it is knows where to find me. Ive been thinking about this a lot. She hesitated, almost afraid to voice her suspicions out loud. Its possible Derek is the one behind all this. He stared at her hard, then got to his feet and paced away. You dont really believe that. She didnt want to believe it. But the letter proved her alias hadnt workedan alias Derek had noticed his first time to her apartment. She didnt want to think he could be so vindictive, but he might have slipped up and told his family, and they were using the information to drive her away. That she could believe only too well. I dont know what alls going on between you two, but I do know youre in trouble. Youre being stalked, and whoevers been making the calls could have gotten your number from anywhere, maybe even from the ads you ran for typing. But now he knows where you live. The letter proves that. If you keep putting off telling Derek, you could end up hurt. Well, I cant do anything about it tonight. Derek had business and couldnt come over. And it isnt something to discuss on the phone. Mick nodded slowly as he slipped his jacket on. Ill try to watch out for you, Angel. I wouldnt let anyone hurt you if I could help it, but I cant always be here., Her blood ran cold with his words. Mick, if you ever, ever hear anything suspicious, or see anyone around the mailboxes, you call the police. Dont you dare try confronting anyone on your own. He didnt reply to that, merely made his way to the door. Ill lock this behind me. Mick? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Call him, Angel. Tell him whats going on. He cares about you and Grayson. I know he does. It would have been nice if Mick didnt act like the typical domineering, overprotective male. Why were men, of all ages, so blasted stubborn? She sighed. Ill think about it. Mick looked at her a moment longer, then nodded. All right. Ill see you tomorrow? She smiled at him. She was very lucky shed met him when she had. Knowing him, having his friendship, had made her life much easier. Yes. Get some sleep so youre well rested for that test. Yes, maam. After checking that the door was securely locked, Angel peeked in on Grayson. He was sleeping soundly, which would give her a chance to take a quick shower. With all of Dereks help of late, her leg had more time to rest. It didnt hurt as often anymore, but tonight it was sore. Shed sat too long typing at her desk earlier and the muscles felt cramped. A hot shower usually helped. Leaving the bathroom door open so she could hear Grayson if he cried, she stripped off her clothes and reached into the tub to adjust the temperature of the water. Once the steam started billowing out, she slipped in under the spray. It felt wonderful to once again wash her hair with scented shampoo, to use all the toiletries shed given up on due to lack of funds. At first shed tried returning the things to Derek, but hed been so sincere in wanting her to keep them, so anxious to relieve the guilt of his past sinshis words for his execrable behavior of the pastthat she couldnt deny him.

She lingered for a long time, relaxing in the hypnotic warmth of the steam and stinging spray, until she became sleepy and knew she needed to put herself to bed. Grayson still woke during the night for a feeding, and he was usually up with the birds in the morning. She was just stepping over the side of the tub when the phone rang. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her first thought was that it might be Derek, and ridiculously enough, her heart leaped. Hed taken to calling her several times a day, whereas before her phone had seldom rung at all. Many times now hed called to tell her good morning, or goodnight, even if hed spent hours at her apartment. Wrapping a thick white towel around herself, she hurried out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to snatch up the phone. She was smiling as she said, Hello? A rough, rasping breath answered her, then turned into a growl. Her smile died a quick death. Shaken, Angel started to slam the phone back down, and then she heard, Bitch. Give me what I want. The rasping tones didnt sound human and her blood rushed from her head, leaving her dizzy. I dont know what you want, she said, her voice shaking despite her efforts to sound unaffected. Yes, you do. There was a laugh, taunting and high-pitched. Youre not as innocent as you like to pretend, Angel Morton. But your time is up. Do you hear me? Im hanging up now, she said, determined not to let the caller get the upper hand. Did you get my letter? I know where you are now. You better watch your back Angel slammed the phone into the cradle. Her heart was beating so hard, it rocked her body and she quickly wrapped her arms around herself. She was only marginally aware of the water dripping from her hair down her back, leaving a puddle on the floor. Goose bumps rose on her skin, but she was frozen, unable to move. When the knock sounded on the door, she let out a startled, short scream, jumping back two steps and bumping into the kitchen table. A chair tipped over and crashed to the floor. Grayson woke, his Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

disgruntled wail piercing in the otherwise leaden silence. She heard Derek call out, Angel! at the same time a key sounded in the lock. The door immediately swung open. She couldnt help herself, she gaped at him. How had he known to show up just when she needed him most? In the next instant, doubt surfaced, and she had to wonder if it was a coincidence, or part of a plan. Was it possible he was working with his family to drive her away? Had she inadvertently stepped into the lions den? Derek stormed in like an avenging angel, took one look at her standing there with nothing more than the towel covering her, then crossed the room with long, angry strides. He grabbed her shoulders. Whats the matter? Whats happened? Angel managed to shake herself out of her stupor. She clutched at her towel with a fist. What are you doing here? He looked nonplussed by her calm question and tightened his hands on her. I wanted to see you. His head turned in the direction of Graysons wails and a fierce frown formed. Youre both okay? Yes, of course. But you screamed. He turned back to her, raised one hand when she started to speak, then shook his head. First things first. Go get dried off. Ill get the baby. She was shaking all over, but he thankfully didnt comment on it. Thank you. I think the phone disturbed

him, and then your knock Derek started her toward her bedroom with a gentle push. I understand, babe. Go. Well talk about it in a minute. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Regardless of what hed said, Angel followed Derek into the babys room and made certain everything was all right. She never let Grayson cry, and even now, when she was so rattled, she couldnt stand to hear him upset. Derek cradled him close to his chest, rocking him, murmuring to him, and Grayson immediately began to quiet, his yells turning into hiccups as he recognized his fathers scent and voice. Derek held his face close to the babys, nuzzling, kissing his tiny ear, his cheek, smoothing his large hand up and down Graysons back. Angels throat felt tight and her chest restricted. He turned suddenly when he realized Angel had followed him. Slowly, his gaze ran the length of her, lingering, she knew, on the still harsh scars of her left leg. His attention returned to the baby. Go get something on, Angel, before you catch cold. She wondered if her leg repulsed him; his voice had sounded unusually gruff and low. It really was ugly and overall she looked like a drowned rat at the moment. All right. Ill Ill be right back. In the bathroom again, she quickly dried off, dragged a comb through her tangled hair, then shrugged into her housecoat. It was long and thick and covered her from head to toe. She hurried back in to Grayson. The baby now had his entire fist stuffed in his mouth, sucking loudly. She knew from experience that would only suffice for so long. Let me have him. After I nurse him, he should fall back to sleep. Derek gave her a long look before nodding. Let me change him first. He disappeared into the other room and Angel paced. The letter this afternoon, then the phone call It was the first time shed heard a voice. Usually the calls consisted of heavy breathing and ominous silences. Again, chills ran up her arms and she ducked her head, her brain working furiously. Mick was right; she had to trust Derek, had to tell him of her suspicions. But she wouldnt tell him everything. Shed only confide about the most recent events. After she saw how he reacted to that, then shed consider telling him the rest. When he touched her shoulder, she again jumped, whirling about to face him, her hand pressed to her throat. His expression was dark, his eyes narrowed, and she tried a nervous laugh. Im sorry. You startled me. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Obviously. But well talk about that in a minute. She took the baby, quickly settled herself on the couch and then looked at Derek. He always left the room when she nursed Grayson, giving her the privacy she needed, but this time he stared right back. Slowly, his gaze never leaving her face, he took the chair opposite her. Heat bloomed inside her. Derek No more secrets, Angel. Grayson rooted against her, anxious for his meal, and she knew, judging by Dereks expression, arguing would gain her nothing. She pulled her gaze away from him, deliberately ignoring his very attentive audience, and went about feeding her baby. She felt stiff, unable to relax, so many things racing through her mind. After a moment, Derek rose from his chair and reseated himself beside her. The soft, worn cushions of the couch slumped with his weight and her hip rolled next to his, bumping into him. He felt warm and hard, his presence overwhelming. Angel was acutely aware of his undivided concentration on her

breast. She kept her visual attention firmly placed on Grayson. Casually, Derek slipped his arm around her shoulders. She had trouble breathing. She moved Grayson to her other breast, closer to Derek, and as he nursed he began to fall back to sleep. He looked precious, and she couldnt hold back a smile. Hes beautiful, Angel. Dereks warm breath fanned her temple and she shivered. Youre beautiful. His voice sounded with awe, and as he scooted even closer, seeming to surround her with his heat and scent and power, she felt herself relaxing. This felt right. Derek was doing nothing untoward, only taking part in what was rightfully his. His left arm moved across her abdomen in an embrace, just below the baby, circling both mother and son. He kissed her temple, a light, loving kiss. Slowly, Grayson released her nipple and a drop of milk slid down his chin. With his fingertip, Derek wiped it away. They neither one moved. She knew Derek was looking at her, studying her, but there was nothing lurid about his scrutiny. He dipped his head and kissed Grayson on his silky crown. In a low, husky whisper, he asked, Would you like me to burp him and put him back to bed? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel nodded. As he was lifted, Grayson stretched and groaned and gave a loud belch, making any further efforts unnecessary. Derek grinned as he hefted the small weight to his shoulder and got to his feet. He looked down at Angel. Ill be right back, he whispered. Dont move. Other than covering her breast and nervously shifting, she obeyed. It was late, now close to eleven oclock, but she was far from sleepy. So many emotions were pulling at her, fear and anxiety and anticipation, but also a deep contentment. Derek was everything a father should be, and she couldnt quite work up the energy to distrust him anymore. It took all she had as she fought herself to keep from falling in love with him. Despising him was out of the question. Derek stepped out of the babys room, softly closing the door behind him. For long moments, he merely stared at Angel across the room. The time of reckoning, she thought. For the life of her, she couldnt seem to move. Her heart began racing, her palms grew damp. She saw Derek lock his jaw, saw his shoulders tighten and flex, and she knew, without him saying a single word, he was caught in the same inexplicable flow of emotions as she. What would happen next, she couldnt guess, but she was anxious to find out. And then the phone rang. Angel gasped. Both wary and disgusted by the interruption, she stared toward the kitchen where the phone was located. Derek frowned at her. Do you want me to get that for you? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

No, Ill She shook her head, wiped her palms across her thighs. And still she sat there, staring at the phone. Sparing her a curious glance, Derek stalked to the phone and snatched it up on the fifth ring. Hello? He kept his gaze on Angel as he spoke and she tried to clear her expression, but she could see hed already read too much there. Hello? he said a little more forcefully. He looked at the receiver, then gently placed it in the cradle. As he walked back to loom over Angel, she could see the questions in his eyes. Whats going on, honey? His tone was soft, menacing. She shook her head. I dont know. He waited, not moving away, not saying another word. She recognized his stubborn expression, only now there was more of a threat there, more determination than ever.

Sometimes I get strange calls. She hadnt meant to make such a bald confession, but it just slipped out. After a deep breath while he raised one eyebrow, encouraging her, she continued. Sometimes, eight or ten times now, someone has called and just breathed in the phone. Today I finally heard a voice. He said things to me. She lifted her gaze and got caught in his. He called right before you got here. Dereks eyes darkened, his eyebrows lowered, and suddenly he was crouching there in front of her, his hands holding hers, hard but not really hurting her. It did give her the feeling she couldnt get away, even if she tried. His gaze was so intense, so probing, she squirmed. You thought it might be me, he accused. He didnt sound angry precisely, though she couldnt pinpoint the dominant emotion in his tone. She straightened her shoulders and frowned right back. I wondered. I have no enemies that I know of, no reason for threats. Youre the only person who ever seemed to despise me, and Ive never really Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

understood why. There, let him deal with that, she thought and jerked away to walk carefully into the kitchen. She needed something to drink, some warm tea. And she needed to escape his close scrutiny. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Derek stand, then pace around her tiny living room. He had his hands back in his pockets and his head down in deep thought. She was familiar with that look now, that show of serious introspection. Shed seen it a lot lately, though in the past she couldnt recall Derek ever doubting himself, ever giving so much thought to anything pertaining to her. She put water on to boil, then asked, Would you like some tea? Thank you. After righting the fallen chair, she sat at her small kitchen table, waiting for the water to get hot. Moments later she felt Dereks hands on her shoulders, heavy and warm. The problem is, he whispered, Im not making the calls. And I dont despise you. His hands slipped up to her throat, caressing, then smoothing her damp hair back behind her ears. On the contrary, Angel, I want to take care of you. Anger caused her eyes to narrow. She wanted to believe him, to understand and accept his help. She twisted to face him. Why? Why now, when you made it plain months ago how you felt? You deliberately humiliated me in front of my supervisors. You didnt just break things off, you tried to break me. Why? His eyes closed and he turned his head away. Youre right, of course. I cant undo the past. I can only have regrets, which dont amount to a hill of beans. But Im here now and Id like to help. Since that was what shed wanted all along, what her entire plan had been, she should have been relieved. But somehow everything was different than shed expected. He wasnt the same man, easy to be detached from now. The Derek whod first hurt her had been more of an illusion to her, an image of strength and power that had seduced her by sheer impression. She hadnt really known the man, other than in the most superficial ways; shed merely been attracted to his image. But now she genuinely liked Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

and respected him. When she could set the past aside, he was fun, and when he held Grayson, the affection in his eyes filled her with an insidious warmth that expanded her heart. More often than not, she didnt understand what she was feeling. Only one thing was certain; Grayson could be at risk if she didnt find some sort of protection. She got up to serve the tea, collecting her thoughts. After she sat his cup near him on the table, she said, Ive gotten several anonymous calls lately, more than ever before. Usually, its just breathing and such.

They started before Id moved, when I lived in my old apartment. After I moved here, they stopped for a while and I thought Id lost whoever it was. But just recently they started up again. Its possible my phone number was taken from one of the posted ads around the colleges. The ads are generic, offering typing, but since Ive been transcribing for colleges ever since the accident, it could be my number was relocated that way. Derek nodded. Very possible, I suppose. But the person , making the calls would have to be damn determined. Angel shivered. He spoke for the first time today. He said, very clearly, that I couldnt hide. He called me a few choice names and told me to give him what he wanted. She saw Dereks jaw go hard and knew he was clenching his teeth. He stared at her and she shrugged helplessly. I dont know what he wants. I wish I did. Go on. I also got a letter in my mailbox. Where is it? She pulled an envelope from the basket on top of her refrigerator and handed it to Derek. The letter was now wrinkled from her many hours of examining it, but Derek had no trouble making out the typed message. Ive found you, he read aloud. He was silent for a long time, his face dark, his ex-pression tight. He threw the letter on the table and turned on her. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

You thought I was behind this? he asked, his teeth clenched, color high on his face. You thought I would resort to sneaking around and stuffing threatening letters in a womans mailbox, in your mailbox? His reaction was genuine and for the first time she felt absolutely positive that he played no part in the harassment. A little truth now certainly wouldnt hurt. Problem was, as she tried to give it, tears gathered in her eyes, and she couldnt quite work up the nerve to accuse his family, the most likely of suspects. Not yet. She shook her head. No, she said, trying to sound sure of herself. I dont really think youre behind it. But the letter came after I contacted you. Before that, all Id gotten was phone calls. And you noticed the fake name on my mailbox that day. Now tonight, you showed up right after the call, and it was the first time hed ever spoken to me. Thats a lot of coincidences. She searched his face, hoping hed understand. I had to consider you, Derek. I couldnt take any chances with Graysons safety. Seconds ticked by, then he reluctantly nodded. She drew a deep breath of relief. The whole reason I contacted you again, the only reason I introduced Grayson to you is because deep down, for some incredibly insane reason, I guess I still trust you. Even after everything that happened, I thought I thought you would help. I hoped you would help. She swallowed, the sound audible, almost choked. Derek Ive been so scared, and I dont have anyone else to go to. A stunned moment of silence fell between them. She could feel the waves of emotion emanating from him, anger and regret and need. Then she was in his arms and it felt so good, so right, she curled closer and snuggled tighter, trying to fit herself completely against his long, hard length. His arms wrapped around her, urgently, almost violently, while his mouth nuzzled down her face, giving her small anxious biting kisses until finally he reached her lips and then he was devouring her and she was glad, so very, very glad. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CHAPTER SIX

Contents-Prev |Next Dane knew he should pull back, that he was making a terrible tactical error. He wasnt completely in control, and he should be. But he couldnt put so much as an inch between them. He wanted, needed her, right now. Even two seconds more would be too long to wait. And Angel was so soft and anxious against him, her breasts pressed to his chest, her pelvis cradling his own. She wanted him, too, and that was all that mattered. The deceptions, the worries, could be taken care of in the morning. Hed make it all okay, one way or another, but for now, tonight, he wouldnt say a single thing that would put a halt to her greed. Growling low, he slid his hands down to her backside and cuddled her even closer. She felt so damn good. Angel. She pressed her face into his throat and shuddered. I dont understand this, Derek, she said on a near wail. Ive never felt like this before. How could he possibly explain it to her, when he didnt understand it himself? He knew she would compare him to Derek, and as much as hed loved his brother, as dedicated as he was to finding out the truth, right now claiming her took precedence over everything else. He shushed her with more kisses. Ive never felt this way either, honey. Dont worry about it now. Just let me love you. She opened her mouth against him and took a soft, greedy love bite of his throat. Gasping, he quickly picked her up, mindful of her injured leg, and hurried to her bedroom, nudging the door shut behind them until it closed with a secure click. He didnt want to take the chance of waking Grayson. He wanted no interruptions at all. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He didnt put her on the bed, choosing to stand her beside it instead. He wanted her naked, and he wanted to look his fill. It felt as if hed been waiting forever. As he grasped the cloth belt to her robe, ready to pull it free, she caught his wrists. His gaze darted to her face and he was amazed to see how heavy and sensual her eyes had become, her thick lashes lowered, the green eyes bright and hot. Her high cheekbones were colored, but with need, not embarrassment. She took soft, panting breaths as she looked up at him. She licked her lips, and even that innocently seductive sight had him trembling. I dont want to disappoint you, Derek. Hed never before minded being mistaken for his twin. Through his entire life people had often done it, sometimes even his parents. Before their father had died, he and Derek had often played tricks on him, deliberately confusing him. But now, he hated it. He had to struggle for breath. He gave her a hard quick kiss, which turned tender and hungry and lingered sweetly. When he pulled away, it seemed to take a great effort on her part for her to get her eyes open. He smiled. Theres no way you could disappoint me, honey. My bodys changed. The baby Still holding her gaze he tugged the knot out of the belt and pushed the robe off her shoulders. She dropped her arms and the robe fell free all the way to the floor. Angel lowered her head and turned slightly away. For nearly a minute he was speechless. She was more beautiful than any woman had a right to be, and there was absolutely nothing motherly about her heavy, firm breasts, the stiff dark nipples. Her rib cage expanded and fluttered with her uneven breaths and her belly looked soft and slightly rounded, very

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Derek? Shhh. Ive never wanted a woman the way I want you, Angel. Trust me when I tell you theres not a single thing about you that could disappoint me. Her legs were long and so sexy, even with the harsh scars on her left shin. He immediately pictured those long legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into the small of his back, urging him on, and he groaned as his erection pulsed, demanding release. Slowly, so he wouldnt startle her, he slid his palm downward until he was cupping her, his fingers tangling in the dark blond curls over her mound. They felt damp and soft under his fingertips, her flesh swollen, and he breathed deeply through his nose, trying to ease the constriction in his lungs. He held still, just holding her like that, letting her feel the heat of his palm, letting the anticipation build. Angel moaned and stepped up against him. Her hands gripped his biceps, her forehead pressed to his shoulder. Dane swallowed and smiled grimly. Do you remember when I touched you in my office? he asked against her temple. She nodded her head. He licked her ear and gently nipped the lobe. You were so close then, Angel, and Id barely done anything to you. Little more than kissing. He nearly groaned with the memory. Her hips jerked, encouraging him. Anticipating her response, he inched his fingers lower, gliding over her warm flesh, opening her soft, plump folds, learning her, exploring. She was already so hot, so silky wet, and it amazed him the way she reacted to his touch. It also made him nearly crazy with a frenzied mix of lust and overwhelming tenderness. Her body felt frozen against his, very still, waiting. Even her breathing became suspended, as if she was afraid to move for fear of missing something. Determination swelled within him. He had no intention of leaving her with complaints; her views on the joys of sex were about to be altered. Open your legs a little more for me, Angel. He could tell that she responded to his words, and he wasnt Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

about to disappoint her. Let me feel you. All of you. With a shudder, her face well hidden against his chest, she carefully widened her stance. Immediately he pressed one finger deep inside her, at the same time he braced his free arm around her waist. She needed his support. Her body went alternately stiff and completely yielding. Holding her against him, acutely aware of her broken breaths, her soft moans, the way her fingers dug into his chest, he stroked her. He could feel her tightening, feel the small shudders moving up and down her body. He eased her a little away from him and she allowed the small separation, her head falling back on her shoulders, her still-damp hair trailing down to tickle against his arm. He saw her breasts heaving and dipped his head down to take one plump nipple into his mouth. Ohhh He lapped with his tongue, nibbled with his teeth, drew deeply on her. Her hands raised from his chest to his head and her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, trying to draw him even closer. I have to sit down, she moaned. No. He blew on her damp nipple, watching it go painfully tight. The pregnancy had no doubt made her

breasts extra sensitive, and he intended to take advantage of that fact. Right here, Angel. Well get to the bed in a minute. He switched to her other breast and heard her give a soft sob of compliance. Voluntarily, she parted her legs even more and then thrust against him. He slid his finger all the way out, teasing, then worked it heavily back into her again. Youre so wet for me, honey, he said on a groan, amazed and thrilled and so hot himself he wanted to die. Forcefully, making him wince, she brought his mouth back up to her own and this time she kissed him, awkwardly but with so much hunger he thought he might burst. He rubbed his heavy erection against her soft hip while he carefully forced a second finger inside her. He found a rhythm that pleased her and went Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

about seeing to her satisfaction. He was playing it safe, not about to remove his clothes or lie with her on the bed, knowing his control was thin at the moment and any little thing could send him over the edge. He wouldnt risk taking his own completion before hed seen to hers. Within minutes she was crying, her body tight and trembling, her hands frenzied on his back and shoulders. Slowly, he eased her down to the side of the bed so that her legs hung over the edge, then knelt between them. She dropped back, her hands fisting in the bedclothes, her hips twisting. Dane lifted her legs to his shoulders and before she could objectif indeed she would have given how close she washe cupped her hips in his hands and brought her to his mouth. She tasted sweet and incredibly hot and he was beyond teasing her, so close to exploding himself. His heart thundered and her scent filled him as he nuzzled into her, driving himself ever closer. As his tongue stroked over her sensitive flesh, as he found the small engorged bud and drew on it, teasing with his tongue, tormenting with his teeth, she gave a stifled scream and climaxed. Quickly, wanting to feel every bit of her, he pushed his fingers back inside her. Her feminine muscles gripped him, the spasms strong as she pressed herself even higher, moving against his open mouth and continuing to cry and moan and excite him unbearably. It went on and on and he almost lost control. He was shaking all over when she finally quieted, her eyes closed, her lashes damp on her cheeks, her mouth slightly open as she gulped air. She never so much as blinked when he lifted her legs gently to the bed and stood to look down at her. Slowly, drinking in the sight of her limp, sated body, he pulled his shirt free from his pants and began unbuttoning it. He forced himself to go slow, to savor the moment of his claiming. Even to his own mind, his thoughts, his responses, seemed primitive, maybe even ruthless. But he wanted her to be his and his alonea feeling hed never encountered before, not even with Anna. He wanted to take her so thoroughly, possess her so completely, shed be willing to forgive him anything, willing to trust him in all matters. She gave a shuddering sigh, lifted one languid hand to her forehead and pushed her hair away from her face. Dane watched her, so suffused with heat the edges of his vision blurred. While he tugged his belt loose from the clasp with one hand, he dropped his other lightly to her soft thigh. Her skin felt like warm silk to him, and tempted him more than it should have. Her lashes fluttered as his fingers trailed higher, and finally her eyes opened. She looked dazed and relaxed, on the verge of sleep. He smiled and carefully worked his zipper down past his throbbing erection. You scream very well, Angel. I liked it.

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Oh. Her cheeks filled with color and she swallowed. When her gaze dropped to the open vee in his slacks, her eyes opened wide. Oh. Dane sat on the bed beside her, his hand still on her thigh. No, dont get up. I like seeing you sprawled there. She relaxed back again and he used the toes of his left foot to work off his right shoe, while at the same time surveying her body. He traced a nipple with his fingertip, around and around until she made a protesting sound. Then he dragged his fingers over her ribs and to her belly. She shifted abruptly. Ticklish? Derek Leaning over, he pressed a lingering kiss to her navel. I love the way you taste, honey. She made a groaning sound of renewed interest, then tried to turn away from him. He caught her hips, stopping her. Derek, you cant expect me to Yes I do. Once again his fingers slid between her legs, anchoring her in place while he kissed his way up her abdomen to her breasts. I expect you to let me pleasure you, and I expect you to continue enjoying my efforts. He raised his head for just a moment, pinning her with a look. You came, Angel. A nice long, hard climax. And if I didnt miss my guess, it was your first. So dont try to deny it. She gasped. I wasnt going to! Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Good. When he drew her nipple into the heat of his mouth she writhed against him, then fisted her hands in his hair. No, Derek. He jerked upward and pinned her hands next to her head. Yes. She said quickly, before he could kiss her, I want you to take your shirt off. I want to see you, too. Its not fair for me to lie here exposed, while youre completely dressed. His grin was slow and wicked. He knew it, but didnt care. She wasnt denying him at all as hed first thought. She only insisted on her fair share. All right. He pushed himself off the bed. Dont move, Angel. You inspire me, lying there like that. He shrugged his shirt off and grabbed the waistband of his pants. He stepped between her legs as he pushed them down, removing his boxers at the same time. When he straightened, he was naked. Angels gaze roamed over him and her face heated again. He stifled a laugh, delighted with her. Her particular brand of innocence and hot sexuality was driving him crazy. He loved it. He loved No, his thoughts refused to budge any further in that direction. He firmed his resolve. Using a knee, he spread her legs even more and lowered himself over her. Propped on his elbows, he smiled down at her. Hi. Rather than smiling back, she traced his face, over his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the dip in his chin. You took me by surprise, Derek. Everything is so different So you keep saying. He didnt want to talk about that right now. Thinking of his brother with her like this was enough to make him howl at the moon. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

What happened was unexpected. But nice? He again caught her hands and trapped them over her head, leaving her submissive to his desires. She looked thoughtful as she continued her study of his face. Very nice. Incredible really. But ever

since I saw you again, its been that way. You look at me, and I get all hot inside. You touch me and I cant think straight. I try to despise you; I have good reason to despise you, but I cant. It doesnt make any sense. Unless having the baby changed me somehow. Angel. She was killing him with her words, but he didnt know how to tell her that. After everything that happened between us, I thought Id always hate you. He groaned. Dont, babe. He kissed her, hard and long, his tongue thrusting deep, stroking in a parody of the sex act. He rubbed his hairy chest against her sensitive nipples and felt her legs bend, coming up to hug his hips. The open juncture of her legs was a sweet torture, her damp heat against his belly, her soft thighs cradling him. He rubbed against her, his muscles bound so tight he felt ready to break. She shifted, and then his erection was smoothly pushing against her wet sex. Angel began moving with him, their mouths still fused together, both of them breathing rapidly, roughly. She jerked and pulled her mouth away, crying out. Dane was stunned as she quickly climaxed again, shuddering beneath him, her head arched back, her heels digging into his thighs. His control snapped. Shaking, he grabbed up his slacks and fumbled like a drunk for his wallet. He found a condom and viciously ripped the packet open with his teeth. Angel was still gasping breathlessly and when he turned, catching her legs in the crook of his elbows, spreading her wide and driving into her with one hard thrust, she cried out again. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He couldnt think. His brain throbbed and his vision went blank and all he could do was feel and smell and taste her. Shed invaded his heart, his soul. He was the one who felt possessed and he rebelled against it even as he felt himself spiraling away. He squeezed his eyes shut and growled and pumped and when he heard Angel groan he knew she was with him yet again. It was too much. It felt like he exploded, his entire body gripped in painful pleasure, but it was so damn wonderful he never wanted it to end. It took him a long time to come back to reality, to hear Angels soft sniffling, to feel the shudders in her body. Slowly, feeling drugged, he struggled up to his elbows again. Tears dampened her eyelashes and her lips looked swollen. His heart twisted. Damn, her leg. His arms were still tangled with her legs and he knew she had to be in pain. Hed taken her roughly, almost brutally. That hed hurt her made him wince in self-loathing. Carefully, he straightened, letting her legs down easy. She groaned and pressed her face to the side, away from him. He cupped her chin and turned her back. Angel, honey, Im sorry. She shook her head. Babe, look at me. Her eyelashes lifted and she stared up at him. The tears in her eyes twisted his guts. He pressed his forehead to hers and kissed her gently. Im so sorry, sweetheart. I didnt mean to hurt you. She frowned. I got a little carried away. He tried a smile but it felt more like a grimace. You moaned, and all rational thought fled my mind. Im sorry. He sounded like a parrot, apologizing over and over again. Derek Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Goddammit, he hated having her call him that. Shh. Its all right. Her hair, dry now and tangled

impossibly, lay wild around her head. He tried to smooth it. Can I get you anything? Some aspirin or something? He felt like an idiot, having sex with a woman then offering her medicine for the pain. She shook her head again and her voice, when she spoke, was tentative and as soft as a whisper. Im fine, just a little stunned. Is it always like that? Now he felt confused. Buying himself some time, he sat up and carefully moved to the side of her. Her body had been damp and warm from their exertions and combined heat, and she shivered in the cool evening air. He pulled the corner of the spread up to cover her, but left her leg bare. Gently, he massaged her calf and saw her wince. Dammit, Im an unthinking bastard. I She laughed, catching his hand and twining her fingers with his. No, youre not. Im fine, Derek. He forcefully ignored the continued use of his brothers name. Then why were you crying? She sat up and put her arms around him, burrowing close. Because it was so wonderful. His heart pounding, Dane hugged her back. I didnt hurt you? She laughed. Maybe a little, but I didnt notice until after. He pressed her back down on the bed and stood. Ill be right back. With those words, and one last glance at her naked body, he left the bedroom. He wanted to make sure the apartment was secure for the night. There were three windows, one in the kitchen over the sink, but it was too small for an intruder, and one in the living room on that same wall. He checked to make sure it was locked, then realized the window was so old and warped, opening it would be a true effort. Hed be in the bedroom, so he wasnt worried about that window. Hed already locked the front door when hed first come in. He glanced at the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

phone, scowled, but put that particular worry from his mind. Right now, he wanted to concentrate on Angel. He peeked in on Grayson to see the baby sleeping soundly. Hed been afraid their commotion might have disturbed the infant, but Grayson was snuggled warm and comfy in his crib. He lay on his side, and one chubby cheek was smooshed, his rosebud mouth slightly open. Damn, Dane felt good. He hadnt felt this good in Hed never felt this good. Angel was the perfect bed partner, wild and abandoned and responsive. She burned him up. She was also sweet and caring and strong. And she had Grayson, his nephew, the strongest bond he had left to his brother. In his heart, Grayson was his own. As soon as he set things right with Angel, theyd be able to work together to find out what had happened to Derek. Likely, the threats to her and Dereks death were related. He hated the unknown, hated how ineffectual he felt when dealing with the whole problem. Somehow he had to uncover a mystery and protect Angel at the same time. Thank God the threats to her were so far only abstract, not physical. Long before they got too serious, he intended to have everything resolved. From here on out, hed double his efforts. Dane returned to the bedroom moments later with a damp washcloth. Hed disposed of the used condom, and set two more on the nightstand. The night was still young, and he was still hungry. Angel looked almost asleep and the fact she hadnt been concerned with him roaming her apartment assured him that she was starting to trust him, at least a little. It also proved, to some degree, that she had nothing at all to hide. She opened her eyes and blinked sleepily up at him when he sat on the edge of the mattress. What are

you doing? I was just going to make you more comfortable. So saying, he swiped the warm, damp cloth over her face, her neck, then down her body. She smiled and arched into his hand with a sigh of pleasure. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

You wore a a Dane cocked one eyebrow. A what? Pointing down to his lap, she said, You know. Before you made love to me. A rubber? I didnt want to take any chances. Much as I adore Grayson, the last thing you need right now is another pregnancy, what with your leg and And my financial situation and the threats. Dane leaned down and kissed her. Ill take care of the threats. Dont worry about that. And as far as Im concerned, you dont have any financial worries. I can take care of everything. As quickly as he said it, he raised a placating hand. I didnt mean that quite the way it sounded. But Angel was already scowling fiercely. Ive told you enough times now, Derek, I dont need anything from you. Dane eyed her heaving breasts, her flushed cheeks, and tossed the washcloth away. I wouldnt say thats precisely true. In the next instant they were sprawled on the bed again. Angel moaned his brothers name. As he shoved the spread out of his way so nothing would be between their bodies, he whispered, Im spending the night, honey, and in the morning well figure everything out. But for now, I want you again. Derek. Hed have to settle things soon. Being called another mans name while making love to a woman who was quickly obsessing his mind couldnt be borne. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

In the morning, he thought. Hed clear it all up in the morning. Then Angel could begin accepting things. She could begin dealing with Dane Carter. And hed be sure to remind her how much more she liked him than Derek. CHAPTER SEVEN Contents-Prev |Next Angel woke with a groan. She felt sore in places shed never thought about before, her muscles protesting as she stretched, her mind foggy from too little sleep. She and Derek had made love several times during the night. The man seemed insatiable, yet she wouldnt complain. Everything hed done to her had been wonderful, if a bit shocking. She smiled as she looked toward the window and saw that the sun was coming up in a blaze of orange light. She loved dawn in the winter, the promise of sunshine when the weather was so bleak and cold. Turning back to the center of the bed, she reached for Derek, only he wasnt there. Angel frowned, and then her gaze fell on the clock on the nightstand. Eight-thirty. Good grief, she hadnt lain abed so late in ages. She wondered if Derek was in another part of the apartment, but it was then she noticed the note on his pillow. She straightened in the bed and unfolded the slip of paper. Sorry I had to run off, but I had to be at the office early today. I didnt want to disturb youany more than I already had through the night. Angel smiled. She could almost hear the boasting tone of his voice in the teasing words. A lot to do. Ill call you later. Stay in the apartment and dont worry. Ill take care of things. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

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Dont worry, indeed. How did he presume to magically take care of things? she wondered. She dropped the note as she yawned and stretched once more. Time to get up and check on Grayson. At least Derek had had the foresight to leave the bedroom door open. Hed closed it during the night, against her protests, but true to his word, hed heard Grayson when the baby awoke, and had even fetched him to her so she hadnt been forced to leave the warmth of the bed. After shed nursed him, Derek had taken him back to his crib, then since they were both awake, hed made love to her once more. Even that last time it had turned fast and furious and shed bitten his shoulder to keep from screaming like a wild woman. Her face heated with the memory of Dereks satisfied smile. Hed looked at the small teeth marks on his shoulder and grinned with pride. Unaccountable man. Angel smiled. It was as she was slipping on her housecoat that the crash sounded. Breaking glass and a loud thunking sound, followed by a low hissing. Her heart leaped into her throat and it took her a moment to unglue her feet, to get herself in motion. She raced out of the bedroom, and was immediately assailed by the smell of smoke. Billows of it poured out of the kitchen into the rest of the tiny apartment. Oh my God. Angel stared, then ran for Grayson. The baby had just been jarred awake, and his face was blank for only a second before he began to squall. She jerked him up into her arms, wrapped a blanket tightly around him and then raced to the front door. It took her too much time to manipulate the lock and she was cursing as she finally got the door to open. Once in the hallway she froze, wondering what to do, if maybe the fire had been deliberately set for just that reason, to get her out of the apartment, vulnerable. Shaking, her heart beating too fast, she tried to soothe Grayson even as she ran the length of the hall to Micks apartment. She pounded on the door, trying to look around herself, to be aware of any danger. The door opened and Micks mother stood there, her face ravaged from a long night, her clothes rumpled as if shed slept in them. She looked unsteady and very put out. Before Angel could say anything, Mick came around his mother. Whats happened? He jerked Angel into the apartment and looked her over. She knew her housecoat was only hastily closed and she tried to adjust Grayson to better cover herself. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

A fire. In my apartment. Someone broke a window I think. Mick stared at her, then started to thrust her aside, determined, she knew, to investigate. Angel grabbed his arm. No! Just call the fire department, for Gods sake. He shook her off and spared a glance for his mother. Make the call. Ill be right back. Mrs. Dawson made no effort to stop her son, frustrating Angel beyond measure. She watched the woman pick up the phone and try to make a coherent call, but it was obvious she was hungover. Gently, Angel took the receiver from her and gave the details as best she could. The man on the other end told them all to vacate the building and that someone would be there right away. Angel prayed Mick would hurry back. Shed never felt so afraid in her life. Mick stormed back just as Angel was trying to bundle Grayson up. Its okay. It was only a small fire and its out now, but to be safe, lets wait for the firemen outside. He went into his own room and fetched two blankets to bundle Angel in, and then slipped on his own coat. His mother made grumbling noises and held her head. I think Ill just go over to Jerrys. You can handle this, cant you, Mick? Mick gave a quick, abrupt nod. Yes. Mrs. Dawson picked up her coat and walked out, one hand

holding her head. Micks face looked set in stone. He took Angels arm and started her outside. Already they could hear the sirens. He put his arms around Angel and the baby, trying to lend his warmth and comfort. Angel wished with all her heart that he was her son. Thank you, Mick. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He ignored that. First thing once the place is declared safe, youre calling Derek. She swallowed. All right. , You have to tell him everything now, Angel. No more playing around. I know. She could feel how tense he was, his anger tangible. Damn, I wish Id seen whoever it was. Angel was eternally grateful he hadnt. It only took the firemen minutes to confirm what Mick had told her. Someone had broken her small kitchen window with a rock, then tossed in a bundle of gas-soaked rags. The result had been more smoke than anything else. Mick had smothered the flickering flames with a blanket, much to the firemens disturbance. They lectured him on safety matters, on the importance of walking away from a fire rather than trying to handle it himself. Mick, she could tell, only halfheartedly listened to their speeches. Endless questions followed, but finally it was all put down to a prank. It was obvious to the firemen that while the fire could have become serious, that hadnt been the intent. More of a lark, they said, their tones edged with anger. Angel didnt tell them about the other threats, the phone calls and the letter. She wanted to talk to Derek first. She had a feeling hed want to be with her when she spoke to the police. Mick skipped school that day, opting to stay with Angel instead. Hed already missed his morning classes arguing with his mother, whod come home drunk once again. Angel felt for him, even as she gladly accepted his company. The apartment was a mess, the smell of smoke lingering on everything. All of her clothes stank. She could do nothing about her jeans, but Mick loaned her a fresh sweatshirt to wear. They were in the apartment for mere moments, only long enough for her to gather the necessities for Grayson and a few of her own things. She didnt have apartment insurance, and the thought of the expense of replacing several things overwhelmed her. The firemen had suggested she call a professional cleaner to tackle the smoke damage and the singed areas of her kitchen, but she knew she couldnt afford it. She would have to do Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

the cleaning herself. Mick hovered over her as she settled herself on the couch in his mothers apartment. He handed her the phone. Call Derek now. Youve put it off long enough. She sighed, knowing he was right, but not sure how to tell him. He was going to be angry, no doubt about that. And her thoughts still felt so jumbled. Buying herself a little time, she thumbed through the personal phone book shed retrieved from her desk. Her eyes closed as she thought of all the papers still to be typed, all of them gray with ash dust. How such a small fire had done so much damage she couldnt imagine. Her world was quickly unraveling around her, her choices falling away one by one until now she had no choices at allshe needed Derek. The idea didnt panic her nearly so much as it had only a week ago. Deciding not to dawdle anymore, she found Dereks work number and punched it in. A secretary answered.

Angel cleared her throat. Id like to talk to Derek Carter please. A very polite voice regretfully turned down her request. Im sorry, maam. Mr. Carter cant take your call right now. Angel drew a calming breath and tried to pull herself together. Yelling at a secretary wouldnt gain her a thing. You dont understand. I have to speak with him. Its an an emergency. There was a slight hesitation before the secretary said, Just a minute please. But it wasnt Derek who came on the line. Angel didnt recognize the impatient male voice, but at his inquiry, she repeated her request. Suspicion crept into his tone when he asked, Who is this? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Because she was rattled, Angel answered without thinking. Angel Morris. Stunned silence followed, then a rough laugh that was quickly squelched. Well, well. Im sorry to be the one to break it to you, sweetheart. But Derek Carter is dead. There was another moment of silence where Angel could hear her own heartbeat, and then he added, Maybe I can help you. What do you need? Angel dropped the phone as her heart kicked violently in panic. She couldnt draw a deep enough breath. Mick frowned at her and picked up the receiver. Angel? She shook her head, slowly coming to her feet. She knew her face was white, her breathing too fast. It couldnt be true; it was likely part of the threat, some vicious game to taunt her, confuse her. A cleansing rush of anger ran through her. First the damage to her apartment, and now this contemptible prank. She absolutely refused to believe it was any more than that. Mick started to speak into the receiver but Angel snatched it away from him and slammed it down in the cradle. No. Dont say anything else to him. Him? Whats going on, Angel? She paced in front of Mick, her stride stiff and angry. He said Dereks dead, but I know it cant be true! It cant be. Mick frowned. His face turned pale with confusion and concern. Of course its not. He looked undecided for only a second, then determination replaced every other emotion on his face. Come on. He hauled Angel along behind him with a firm grip on her arm. Where are we going? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

To his company. Youll see for yourself that Derek is just fine, and then youre going to tell him everything. This is starting to get too damn weird. Yes. Angel nodded, not at all concerned with her mismatched clothing, her tangled hair, or her ash-smudged face. She only cared about seeing Derek, alive and well. Her reaction was telling, she thought, but she refused to dwell on it. He was okay. She was certain he was okay. Her hands shook with anger and her heart ached as she bundled Grayson into a blanket and followed Mick out the door. Once she knew for certain it was all part of the threats, that Derek was indeed fine, she intended to tell him everything. Shed never doubt him again. Dane stared around at the solemn faces watching him. He knew his mother wanted to protest this little meeting hed called, but so far shed held herself silent. That alone confused him, because his mother had never been one for circumspection. She had a tendency to go after what she wanted with the force of a battering ram. Which made her acceptance of Dereks accident all the more suspect. He pushed that aside for the moment. The meeting wasnt officially with the board; it was a family matter and Dane intended to treat it as

such. His two uncles, both older and naturally calm, held positions on the board, but it was their positions as heads of differing departments, as well as the fact they were family, that had guaranteed their presence here now. His mother was again seated to his right. His cousin, an amicable sort in charge of the sales department, was at the end of the table. They were waiting for Raymond and his sister, who had each been attending to previous meetings of their own. His sister walked in first, looking chic in a stylish business suit, her fair hair loose, her face pale. She knows, Dane thought. His sister was well aware of how he felt about playing corporate head; it wouldnt take much deduction on her part to realize he was ready to make his exodus from the company. He hoped his mother would consider giving the position to Celia instead of Raymond. It would be his recommendation, with the promise hed visit more often if his wishes were met. It was blackmail of a sort, something his mother could understand and appreciate. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Raymond hurried in right behind Celia, straightening his tie and tucking his shirt in more firmly. His hair was mussed, his face flushed. Very unusual for Raymond, who made a great effort to always look immaculate and composed. Dane had the disquieting thought that the two of them had been together, possibly playing around rather than attending to business. What in the world his sister saw in the man, he didnt know. Dane watched Celia give Raymond an inquiring glance, saw him quickly smile and pull out her seat, then take his own beside her. Maybe they hadnt been together, he thought, seeing his sisters dark frown, but at that moment his mother cleared her throat, impatient. Dane stood. He wanted to get this over with quickly. Hed been at the office for hours now, anxious to get back to Angel. He pictured her lying soft and warm and exhausted in her bed and his groin tightened. He should have been well sated, but he was beginning to believe no amount of time with her would be enough. He had to tell her everything, to remove all secrets between them. In truth, he should have done so before making love to her, but he hadnt wanted to risk being turned away. Now, he needed her help, both to find the truth behind Dereks death, and the source of the threats against her. In his gut, he knew the two were undeniably tied together, and they needed to share information in order to get to the truth. Dane now had two agendas, avenging his brother and pro-tecting Angel. He couldnt do either one while playing the role of his twin, with Angel or at the office. He glanced around the table at the curious expressions of his family. I have a few announcements to make, then you can all get back to your plans. His mother stared ahead stonily, her mouth pinched, her eyes hard. For the first time, Dane noticed the signs of her age, the tiredness, the brittleness that suddenly seemed a part of her. He turned to his sister and saw that she was staring down at her hands. Only Raymond seemed attentive, almost anxious, and Dane wished there was some way to exclude the bastard, to kick him out on his ear. But as Celias fiance and his mothers first pick, the man had a right to sit in on any and all business. To say I was pleased to step in for my brother would be a lie. You all know I have my own business to run and cases are piling up with me absent so much. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His mother shifted, crossing and recrossing her legs. I never wanted to be a part of this company, at least, not for many years now. Everything is now in

order. I think its past time I A wild commotion in the outer office drew everyones attention. Dane frowned, staring at the closed door and the raised voices coming through it. His mother came to her feet. What in the world? Raymond also stood, his eyebrows lowered, his eyes flickering back and forth. Would you like me to see whats going on? The uncles gave a disinterested glance over their shoulders, and everyone started murmuring at once. The door was thrown open and Angel, looking ragged and harassed and determined, pushed her way in, despite Danes secretarys hold on her arm. Dane felt his mouth fall open, his heart lurch. Behind Angel, Mick hovered, Grayson in his arms. Angel ignored everyone but him, her gaze zeroing in on him, and then her face crumbled and she cried out. Shed obviously strained her leg again, given the awkward way she rushed toward him. Dane skirted the end of the table and met her halfway, gathering her up in his arms, filled with confusion. Angel? He stared over her head toward Mick, who looked too grim by half. She pushed back in his arms, her fingers clutching at his dress shirt. They said you were dead! She yelled the words at him, and now she seemed more angry than anything else. Her face was smudged, her hair wild, and she began to babble. I wanted to talk to you because of the fire, but I was told you were busy and then they came right out and told me you were dead! I had to see for myself. I had to know you were all right. When I got here, they told me Mr. Carter was in a meeting and couldnt be disturbed, but dont you see, I had to have proof. Her hands went busily over his face, reassuring herself, confirming his safety. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane glanced around at the stunned faces watching them, aware of the mounting tension, the delicacy of the situation. Everyone was now standing, expectant. Angels babbling barely made sense and he hesitated to upset her further. Few people knew Derek was dead, so who the hell had told her? But first things first. What fire? he demanded, concentrating on the one thing that wasnt guaranteed to get him in any deeper. Angel drew a shuddering breath. Oh, Derek. Someone threw a mess of burning rags through my kitchen window! Everything in the apartment stinks of smoke. His mother gasped and went two shades paler, grabbing the conference table for support. Dane, whats going on here? Who is this person? The muscles in his face felt like iron. Give me a minute, Mother. Oh my God! Its Angel Morris, isnt it? Celia stepped forward, trying to get a better look at Angel. What in the world happened to her, and why is she calling you Derek? Dane closed his eyes. He heard the conference room door slam and looked up to see Mick standing against it, Grayson held in his arms, his expression so hard he looked more like a man than ever. Raymond barked out, Im calling security! and reached for the phone. His movements were jerky and frantic. No. Dane stopped him with a word, and everyone seemed to turn to stone, frozen and shocked and confused. This is insane, Raymond argued. Shes upsetting the women! And again he reached for the receiver. Dane released Angel as she slowly backed away from him. No, Raymond, everything is fine. Fine? Raymond argued, filled with outraged indignation. The woman is mad, coming in here calling you

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by your dead brothers name. For Gods sake, man, your mother and sister have been through too much already. His mother did look shaken, pale and drawn and confused, but Celia looked titillated. Her eyes were bright and wide and didnt budge from Angels face. You are Angel Morris, arent you? Angel looked around the room at all the avid expressions and she swayed. Dane grabbed her, but she jerked back from him and her expression was so dark, so accusing, he felt it like a blow. Her bloodless lips moved twice before the words finally whispered out. Youre not Derek? Again Dane reached for her, firmly taking hold of her shoulders while she tried to shake him off. Dammit, Angel, sit down before you fall down. Then he looked around the room and ordered, Everyone out. His mother started to protest and he said, Now. Grayson chose that inauspicious moment to give one short, protesting cry. Dane thought it might have been Micks tight hold on the baby that prompted the objection. Again, everyone froze. Drawing on lost reserve, Dane again tried to take control of the situation. Mick, I want you to stay. Please sit down so everyone else can leave. Obligingly, looking as if he wouldnt have left anyway, Mick went to the leather couch and sat. He whispered nonsense words to Grayson and glared at anyone who tried to get closer to the baby. Dane took Angel to the same couch, trying to support her weight when he saw how badly she was limping, but she sidled away from his touch as if she found him repulsive. Once she was seated, Dane strode over to the door and held it open. All of you, wait outside. Ill explain everything in a minute. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

One of his uncles shook his head. Cant wait to hear it. The other agreed. Always did say that boy knew how to shake things up. They left together. His cousin gave him an uncertain, wide-eyed look and hurried out. Raymond stopped, holding Mrs. Carters arm. Are you sure you dont require security? he asked. I could get them up here, just in case. Or I could stay with you, as a precaution. You cant be too careful with crazy people. Dane ground his teeth together, sparing only a very brief glance at his mothers angry, drawn face. Out, Raymond. Mrs. Carter stared up at her son. Dont trust anything that woman tells you about Derek. Mother Im giving you the benefit of the doubt, son. Do whats right, for us and yourself. With that caustic warning, she walked out, Raymond hanging on her arm. Celia paused in front of Dane. Her lips were trembling, her eyes wet with unshed tears. But she brazenly tried to act in control, unwilling to contribute to the chaos. I hope you know Im not budging from this outer office until you give me a full report. Dane nodded, appreciating her reserve. Celia licked her lips nervously, then ventured, I could hold the baby while you two talk. No! Angel sat forward on her seat, but Dane ignored her, his attention on his sister. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Thanks, sweetheart, but Mick can handle things and the babys already used to him. Celia looked so crushed, Dane touched her cheek and added softly, Get Mother something to drink. She looks ready to faint. And be patient, please. Celia nodded at him, offering up a shaky smile. Good luck. As he closed the door, Dane muttered, Im going to need more than luck now. He drew a long, calming

breath before turning to Angel. His mothers warning rang in his ears. Would Derek have seen his actions as a betrayal? Had he felt justified in his treatment of Angel? Things had seemed so simple when hed first started this. Now he felt mired in conflicting emotions. But one thing was certain, he couldnt lie to her anymore. Angels entire posture showed how wounded she felt, both physically and emotionally. She stared at Dane, her expression fixed, her arms crossed belligerently over her chest. As shed been doing since Graysons birth, she held herself together by sheer force of will. Something inside Dane felt like it was breaking apart. Despite his mothers warning, despite his loyalty to his twin, Dane knew he couldnt ever hurt her again. And that meant he had to give her the full truth. Dereks dead. He died months ago. For about ten seconds she looked shocked, then she jerked to her feet. Comprehension dawned in her face and her eyes widened on him, appalled. Oh my God. Dane nodded slowly. Yes, Im the dreaded evil twin, of course. He took a measured step toward her. I can explain everything, honey. Her eyes went wild. Dont you come near me. I dont want to hear anything you have to say. Well, youre going to hear it, he said, tightening himself against her disdain. He was well aware of how she felt about him, and the damn reputation Derek had amplified. But it still hurt as he felt her emotional withdrawal, the separation between them growing. He bit off a curse, knowing if he didnt push now, hed lose her for good, along with the opportunity to discover what had really happened to Derek. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel All signs of fear were replaced by anger. Her face was flushed, her body practically vibrating with her temper, her scorn. You miserable lying bastard. Dane closed his eyes and tipped his head back. He heard Angels furious whispering, heard Mick grumble a reply, and quickly faced her again. Youre not going anywhere, babe. The hell Im not! She tried to take the baby from Mick, but he resisted her efforts. She turned her cannon on Dane again. You cant dictate to me, and Im certainly not going to listen to any more of your lies. There is absolutely no excuse for what youve done! Mick glared at Dane, but spoke to Angel. Nothings changed. Theres still someone trying to hurt you, and your apartment is still a mess. Think of Grayson. At least hear He looked at Dane, then shrugged in his direction. At least hear him out. Whoever the hell he is. Dane tightened his jaw. Dane Carter. The formality of an introduction was ludicrous. Angel sneered. Derek told me all about you. Youre the worst of the lot! I was going to explain everything to you today, Angel. In fact, I was just telling my family that I wont work for the company I dont care what you were telling them. Angel. He felt hollow inside. Honey, you have to hear me out. The only reason I came back to the company in the first place is because I think Derek was murdered. He shouldnt have blurted it out like that, but he knew he had to make her listen. Angel wrapped her arms around her middle and sank back onto the couch, slowly rocking. No, no, this cant be happening. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane knelt down in front of her. Im so sorry, honey. At first, when you contacted me, I was suspicious of you, thinking you had more reason than most to hate Derek, to want him dead. I thought you might have had something to do with setting him up and then when I came home, you thought you hadnt

succeeded. Theres been no official announcement of Dereks death and my family has done everything they could to keep the news quiet. He spoke quickly, hoping to get his explanations out while she was still listening. She laughed, a harsh, broken sound and rocked that much harder. It took me only a short time of knowing you to realize how ridiculous that theory was. No, not at all, she said, her grin twisted and mean. Provoking. I did despise him. Almost as much as I despise you. Angel, he chided. You dont mean that. Not after last night. He caught her right fist just inches from his face and stared at her in incredulous disbelief. Dammit, Angel, that wouldnt have been a little ladylike tap! Are you trying to A split second later, her left fist connected with his temple, almost knocking him off balance and making his brain ring. Goddammit! Dane caught both her hands and pulled her to her feet, struggling to subdue her. If you can refrain from inflicting your vicious temper on my head, I think we can get this all straightened out! Angel tugged her hands, obviously accepted that he had no intention of releasing her, and went still. Let me go. Not on your life. We have a hell of a lot of talking to do and I think well accomplish it more easily if my brain is left intact. He lowered his voice to a mild scold, somewhat amused by her despite his still ringing ears. I had no idea you were such a fury. Why dont you just settle down and behave yourself. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She growled, anger flushing her face crimson. Behave myself? Behave myself! Do you mean I should try conniving and manipulating and lying! She jerked against him again, but he held tight. You and your brother are two of a kind. Dane grew somber. No, actually were not. He let her go and paced two steps away, out of harms reach. Angel, this is the first Ive seen my family in years. We hadnt been on the best of terms, precisely because Im not like them. I dont approve of what Derek did to you What you did was worse, she growled, then grudgingly dropped back into her seat. She looked defeated and he hated it. I suppose it was, regardless of what my excuses are. But I want to make things right. Thats what Ive been trying to do this morning. I want to take care of you and Grayson, and dont shake your beautiful head at me! The threat to you is very real, dammit. Derek is dead, and somehow youre tied to it! She gave him a look of contempt. You think I dont know how serious it is? Someone tried to run me off the road. Thats the accident, you know, that started my labor and injured my leg. I almost died. Obviously whoever did that isnt very happy that I survived. Every muscle in his body jerked at the ramification of her words. His heart pounded, his knees locked. She could have been killed. And hed been thinking the threats against her werent physical? Goddammit, why didnt you tell me this sooner? Her brow lifted. Trust goes both ways. He let loose with a string of curses that had Mick chuckling and Angel frowning. At first I thought the accident was just thatan accident. I was disoriented for a long time and in a lot of pain after the wreck, not to mention I had a brand-new baby to take care of. There wasnt a lot of room in my thoughts for suspicions. But then, the phone calls started and I got spooked. Then I had to wonder.

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And finally, he said, his voice low and barely controlled, you realized you had to have some help. Thats when you came back to Derek. Not because you wanted to, but because you truly had nowhere else to turn. She nodded. I thought if nothing else, he might be willing to check into things for me. They stared at each other, and Dane read her thoughts. Shed been willing to try seducing Derek to gain the help she needed, to get protection for her baby. She had truly despised Derek, and now she felt the same about him. Angel was still very pale, but more collected. Her eyes glinted with raw determination and he knew it was only her concern for Grayson that was keeping her in the same room with him. He had his work cut out for him. Derek was run off the road. Unlike you, luck wasnt on his side that day. Angel closed her eyes on a sigh. You should probably know, someone followed us here today. From the time we rushed out of the apartment until we pulled in the lot, we were followed. Dane hesitated only a second, then stalked to his desk phone and quickly punched out a series of numbers. He waited, but then the office door opened and Alec strolled in, holding up his blinking cell phone. No need to call me. Im right here. Raymond tried to follow him in, but Alec slammed the door in his face. Angel sank back against her seat with his entrance, but Mick perked up. Its Alec! The dark visage merely nodded in their direction. I got there too late to find out what was going on until theyd already left the building. His look was reproachful when he added to Dane, You left earlier than I thought you would. Again Angel surged to her feet. What is he talking about, Der Dane? Satisfaction settled into his bones. Finally, finally she was calling him by his rightful name. Alec works for Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

me, honey. Im the one who hired Mick, not a friend. And Ive had Alec watching you for several reasons. At first, because I thought you might take off before I could figure out whats going on, whether or not you could give any insight into Dereks death. But then for your safety when I couldnt be there. Her eyes narrowed. So you told him you were spending the night with me last night? Mick made a choking sound and got up to stroll to the other end of the room, pretending to keep all his attention on Grayson. Feeling as if a trap were closing around him, Dane tried for a show of bravado. I didnt have to tell him. Alecs good at what he does or I wouldnt have him working with me. He knew I had gone in your apartment, and he was able to figure things out quickly enough, given I didnt leave right away. Alec nodded. Thats about it. Only I didnt figure on you rushing off so early today or Id have been there to cover her. Thats my fault. I made up my mind on what I wanted to do and saw no reason to wait. I should have contacted you. Angel threw up her hands. Someone should have contacted me! The conference room door crept open and Celia tried peeking in. Her eyes were huge and went immediately to Alec. Why is he allowed in and Im not? Dane groaned. The last thing he needed added to the mix was his sisters curiosity. Alec merely turned away and headed for the door, while Celia quickly started backing out. Dane? she called, but Alec kept going until they were both on the other side of the closed door. Dane could hear his sisters loud and nervous protests.

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Honey, theres a lot we have to settle. He sat close to her on the couch and pretended not to notice her efforts to move away. First off, I want you to know that last night was genuine. Spare me your diatribe on last night, DerDane. I wont believe anything you have to say about that. Dane had to trust shed eventually change her mind, but now wasnt a good time to push her. Instead, he concentrated on what had to be done. Tell me about the fire. She did, in totally detached tones that made Dane want to shake her. Didnt she care about last night? Hadnt it affected her at all? The way she was behaving now, last night might as well have not happened. The timing was unfortunate, but hed been counting on it to soften her some when presented with his truths. Mick filled in some of the details on the fire, apparently more concerned with it than Angel was at the moment. Dane decided hed make a quick trip by there to check out the apartment himself. Maybe there was a clue that the others had missed. Ill pay for the damages and the cleaning, Mick, so that the apartment will be as good as new. You dont need to do that. Its my mothers building. Well handle it. Danes respect for the youth doubled. Its the least I can do, given all youve done to keep her safe. Seeing that Micks pride would force him to argue further, he added, Angel, you and Grayson can come to stay with me. She snorted. Not on your life. Inconspicuously drawing a fortifying breath, Dane took his last shot, and prayed she wouldnt fight him too hard. He knew things were happening too fast, for him as well as her. Without hesitation, hed gladly taken over his brothers life, his role in the company. Hed consoled himself with the fact he was try-ing to find his brothers killer. Even as hed walked through his brothers office and gone through his desk and Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

personal notes, hed been empowered by the fact that he had a mission, a purpose. But now he was taking Dereks woman and son, too, for no other reason than he wanted them. Despite all the very real motives he had justifying his actions, he knew the truth, and it was tough to swallow. Regret that he hadnt taken the time to make his peace with Derek squeezed his heart. Still, he had to think Derek would approve of what he was about to do. Regardless of how hed treated Angel, Dane refused to believe hed want Angel terrorized, or his son abandoned. Grayson deserved the family name, and the power and protection that came with it. With renewed resolution, Dane said, It seems like the best solution, honey. How do you figure that? Because as soon as I can manage it, well be married. CHAPTER EIGHT Contents-Prev |Next Angel stared at Derek no, Dane. She had to remember that. This mana man shed slept withwas a total stranger. Hed betrayed her, used her, and as far as she could tell, despite all his assurances to the contrary, he was no different from his family. But everything about him had seemed different. No, she didnt trust him, and shed been right to fear him all along. We could make it a Thanksgiving wedding, he said, sounding absurdly enthusiastic. Not very romantic, I know, but there you have it. I really do think the sooner the better. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel could only shake her head. Im not marrying you. Have you forgotten my family, honey? What a joke. As if she could ever forget such a thing. Its not likely, not when Ive suspected them most from the start. Suspected them? Dane sounded confused, his eyebrows slowly drawing down. They, more than anyone, have reason to want me gone. After all, I know firsthand just how unscrupulous Derek could be, when theyre bound and determined to make him out a saint. If I chose to go to the papers Being snide isnt going to help anything. Its making me feel a damn sight better! Angel, my family wouldnt try to physically harm you. Ha! He sighed. Okay, look at it this way. Its obvious whoever tried to run you off the road, succeeded with Derek. Now surely youre not going to suggest my family could be respon-sible for that? The two incidents are too closely related to not be done by the same person or people. He was right, and that made the peril even worse. When shed thought she knew who was after her, it was bad enough. But not knowing Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

I just found out about Derek today. Before now, my reasoning seemed sound. Possibly. I had my own suspicions about why my mother has been so accepting of Dereks death. Normally, shed be looking for a person to blame, and you could have been a target. But I think you may have hit the nail on the head. She knew he was unscrupulous, knew the way hed treated you lacked any sense of professional honor. Could be she just didnt want any reporters getting wind of the story and embellishing on it. Angels brain felt stuffed to overflowing with problems, and she needed to get away from him so she could think. She looked toward Mick, but Dane quickly regained her attention. You still need my protection from the family, honey, just not in the way you thought. Look at yourself. You havent made the best first impression on any of them, and believe me, theyll use your little show today to their advantage. Theyll call you a crazy woman running in here all mussed and smelling of smoke. Just the fact of the danger involved is enough to give them an edge. Theyll gladly use anything they can to cow you. My mother would love to claim you unfit, taking into consideration your financial predicament, your insecure life, compared to everything their money and influence can provide All right! Angel stood and began pacing. It seemed her options were sorely limited, and by her own design, shed put herself in his familys righteous path. She couldnt, wouldnt lose Grayson, not to anyone, not for any reason. Dane slipped up behind her, not touching her, but his warmth did and her stomach gave an excited little flip. Fool, she thought, disgusted with herself and her feminine responses to him. Well, shed wondered many times why things were different now, why she would be more attracted to Derek now after the way hed used her. She had her answer of sorts, the mere fact that it wasnt Derek, but his brother instead. Again, she shuddered with the humiliation of it. Everything Derek had told her of Dane had scared her spitless. Hed been like a dark, silent enemy, someone shed wanted to avoid at all costs. But now, she didnt really fear him at all. On the contrary, she was madder than hell. As my wife, they couldnt touch you, Angel. Grayson would be safe, and you would be safe, from them and the threats. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Why? Angel whirled around to face him, his motivations very suspect given everything she now knew.

It had seemed strange enough that Derek would be interested in her, but then shed found out he only wanted to use her. What could possibly be driving Dane? Why would you want to marry me, damn you? Danes eyes lifted briefly to where Mick hovered in the corner. Then he leaned down until their foreheads nearly touched. He didnt look at her face, choosing instead to stare at her mouth. Grayson is my nephew, but I care about him as if he were my own. Id gladly kill, or die, for him. And were good together, babe. Last night proved that. His fingers touched gently on her cheek, then dropped away. I think we could make a go of things. Its the only logical solution. Weary defeat dragged her down and she rubbed her forehead. He hadnt said anything about caring for her. His reasoning was so far from love as to be laughable. But then, she didnt love him either. She didnt. How could she possibly love a man she didnt even really know? She felt boxed in and almost desperate, as much by the circumstances as her own emotional needs. Id want a marriage of convenience. Dane straightened with a short, curt laugh. Hell no. Dane I love how you say that, Angel. You have no idea how damn difficult it was being called by another mans name. He was impossible and she couldnt deal with him. She felt caught between a good cry and a hysterical laugh. Dane took her shoulders and gently shook her. Let me take you home. To my house. You look exhausted and we need to talk without the threat of my family bursting in any minute. You need to tell me everything this time; no more secrets. And Grayson needs to get settled down. We have a lot to take care of today. Since she didnt know what else to do, she finally nodded. Dane let out a long breath of relief and smiled at her. Dont look so glum. Marrying me wont be nearly the hardship youre imagining. I promise. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her look of intense dislike was rudely ignored. The outer door opened then and Danes sister marched in, looking militant for all of three stepsuntil Alecs long arm appeared, grabbed her by the shoulder, and tugged her back out again. The door closed quietly on her outraged complaints. Dane chuckled. I think my sister is anxious to meet the baby. It was almost impossible to beat down her panic. Dane Shh. I wont let anything happen to him, honey. Youre going to have to trust me on this. Before she could tell him she had no intention of trusting him ever again, he continued. Let me do the talking, okay? I dont want my family to know everything yet. My mother might want to start her own campaign to find Dereks killer, and that could put you at risk. Then what will you tell them? He shrugged. As little as possible. He went to the door and opened it. Angel could see Danes sister standing on her tiptoes, one manicured finger poking at Alec. Angel marveled at how the woman stood up to him, as scary as he appeared, so cold and hard. But Alec seemed to ignore her, arms crossed over his chest, his black gaze pinning Raymond across the room. Danes mother sat quietly beside Raymond, her hands clasped in her lap. Celia, would you like to meet your nephew? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Halting in midcomplaint, Celia squealed, loudly, which caused Alec to wince. Then he really is Dereks son? I wasnt wrong in that? She looked so anxious, so excited, Angel felt her heart twist. Dane laughed. Yes, he really is. Casting only a quick triumphant glare at Alec, Celia rushed in. Alec shook his head and chuckled behind her. As Celia cooed over the baby, Mick willingly gave him up to her. Seeing her baby in Celias arms made Angel begin to shake. This was exactly what she hadnt wanted to happen, what she had always feared the most. There was more chaos as Danes family started their interrogation. He gave an edited version of how theyd met and when. He managed to make it sound romantic while excluding any suggestion of suspicions, and explained about Grayson in the process. He told them of the fire and why Angel had appeared looking so harried. They waited to hear why shed called him Derek, but Dane ignored that and Angel realized he had no intention of explaining. It seemed he didnt care what his family thought, and given his closed expression, they were just as reluctant to question him. How do you know the baby is Dereks? Silence fell as every face turned to Mrs. Carter. Feeling stiff from the roots of her hair all the way to her toes, Angel met the older womans glare and refused to look away or give any sign of defense. Mrs. Carter could think whatever she wanted; Angel had no reason to be ashamed. But Dane laughed. Excellent, Mother. If you dont believe the baby is his, then I dont have to concern myself with your interference. Raymond looked at Grayson over Celias shoulder. I dont remember Ms. Morris ever dating anyone else. In fact, it caused a buzz in the company that she was dating at all, especially that Derek had shown an interest. But the baby is what? A couple months old? Thats cutting it close. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly looked near violence. He was born six weeks early. Ah. Then the timing fits, doesnt it? Celia beamed. Of course it does. He looks just like Derek and Dane. Mother, I dont have a single doubt. Angel had always heard what a formidable dragon lady Mrs. Carter was, but now, she looked so vulnerable it pained even Angel. As she approached the baby, she breathed hard, her nostrils quivering as she tried, and failed, to find some measure of control. Her hand came up to touch the babys head. He does have a family resemblance. Celia smiled and rocked the baby. Danes tone was very gentle, but firm, and only Angel seemed to notice the way he watched his mother. I dont mean to rush off, but we have a lot to do today and wed better get to it. Stepping forward, Raymond looked at each family member in turn. He wasnt a scary-looking man, like Alec, but he did appear rather cold and calculating. Id be glad to help you out around here, Dane. It does seem you have your hands full at the moment, and as youd been saying before the ah, interruption, you have your own business to run. Angel wanted to deny her familiarity to Dane, but the truth was, she could already read him, and what she saw in his complacent gaze was a sort of evil anticipation. He didnt smile, but she could see the satisfaction in his gaze as he faced the other man. Thank you, Raymond, but I was going to suggest Celia take over. The board will, of course, have to approve her, but with my mothers backing he glanced toward his mother, who gave an imperial nod of her head, but withheld any verbal comment and of course my own, I dont think it should be a problem. Anyone who wants to fight it, would have to fight me. And I assure you thats not a pleasant prospect. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel noticed that Dane had just made his sister a very happy woman. Like her mother, she kept still, but as she kissed the baby again, Angel could see a small exuberant smile on her face. With that apparently settled to his satisfaction, Dane glanced at his watch. We have to get going. I need to get Angel and Grayson settled down in my house. In your house? Yes, Mother. Ive asked Angel to marry me as soon as I can arrange it, and shes agreed. Danes announcement started a new flurry of comments and Angel wished there was some way to remove herself and Grayson. They all deserved to fight among themselves; she just didnt want to take part in it. Mick sidled up beside her, and she had the feeling he was as disoriented by the Carter family as she. I can keep the baby while you go on a honeymoon. Angels heart skipped a beat at Celias anxious offer, but Dane easily covered her reaction. His arm slipped around her shoulders and gently squeezed, offering her reassurance, she knew. But with him so close, she felt far from comforted. Thanks, but were not going to even think about anything like that for a while. And Grayson is too young to be left. If you want to visit him, you can come to the house and sit with Angel sometime. His arm squeezed again, and he added, Call first, though, and clear it with Angel. I know you wouldnt want to wake Grayson from a nap or interrupt his feeding. Celia looked at Angel, and there didnt appear to be any animosity in her expression. Youll join us for Thanksgiving? Please? I realize its short notice, but then all of this is, and were very anxious to get to know the baby better. Tears welled in her eyes and she snuggled Grayson closer. Hes all thats left to us of Derek, now. Angel licked her lips, feeling cornered. Celias sincerity smote her, made her feel petty and mean. But she was still afraid, and she refused to trust any of them. I Dane and I will discuss it. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane gave her an admiring glance for her tact. Yes, well let you know, sis. It may be well have our wedding by then, if I can get a wedding together in two days. I really have no idea how these things are done. I can help. No thanks. Angel and I can handle it, Im sure, once we have a chance to sit down and put our heads together. Regaining her aplomb, Mrs. Carter said, This is absurd! Ive just discovered my grandson, but youre refusing us any rights. You cant simply cut us out this way. I wont have it. Dane smiled at his mother. Watch me. Youve always been deliberately difficult, but this time I insist you be reasonable! Were talking about Dereks son, his heir, and you want to whisk him away? No one is stopping you from visiting, Mother, as long as you check with Angel first. Her face flushed darkly. It was apparent to Angel that Mrs. Carter wasnt used to asking permission for anything. Check with her? Dont be outrageous! We have as much right as anyone to be with the child. In fact, more. Her eyes narrowed. And frankly, I think its unconscionable that shes dared to keep this a secret. Dane stared at his mother, his eyes narrowed. Im sure you can understand her reasons. Dammit, hes my grandson! Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Having heard enough, Angel stepped forward, away from Danes side. She lifted her chin and spoke firmly. But Im his mother.

The two women stared at each other, and Angel had the feeling they were coming to an understanding. It wasnt easy to face the older woman down, but she couldnt allow Dane to continue shielding her. Now that they knew about Grayson, they were bound to have regular contact. Mrs. Carter looked undecided on how to react, but Celia interceded and smoothed the waters. The important thing is that youre going to be family, Angel. I hope youll let me know if theres anything I can do to help you get settled. Angel didnt want to be a part of this family; the very thought appalled her. But Celia was so sincere, Angel didnt have the heart or the energy to tell her that. Thank you. Raymond took Mrs. Carters arm and consoled her, as if shed been horribly victimized. Dane rolled his eyes, then began making plans. Alec, could you take Mick with you to the apartment and pick up whatever Angel or Grayson might need? Alec nodded and Angel noticed a look passing between them. She started to question Dane, but Mick looked thrilled for the excuse to be with Alec and Angel couldnt disappoint him by countermanding Danes order. Then Dane handed Alec a credit card. And stop at the store to buy whatever needs to be replaced. Angel glared at him. It was time she stood up to Dane, too. She went on tiptoe to look him in the eye, then whispered low, Dont press your luck. He grinned, but quickly removed the sign of humor. Uh, did you have a better suggestion to make? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

No. But youve been steamrolling me and I dont like it. Stop treating me like I cant make my own decisions. Is that what Ive been doing? His words were soft, intimate. He totally ignored the rapt faces of his family. Yes, and I dont like it. She tried to sound firm, rather than affected by the tender way he watched her. Ill try to reform. His sincerity seemed doubtful, but then, right in front of his whole family, he kissed her. It wont be easy though, honey. I like taking care of you. Bemused, Angel wondered if this was part of his plan to convince his family they were marrying by choice, rather than need. Before she could completely sort her thoughts, Dane took control, settling things to his satisfaction. Within an hour they were ensconced in his house, a spacious ranch out in the middle of nowhere with a wraparound porch and too many windows to count. It sat about a quarter of a mile from the road and was surrounded by gently rolling hills and huge, mature trees. Angel had shivered at the isolation of it; her life would be irrevocably changed now, but then, that had been true of so many recent events: meeting Derek, being dismissed from her job, the car accident. Graysons birth. Because of the baby, she couldnt truly regret her ill-fated relationship with Derek. And if she hadnt met Derek, shed never have met Dane. That thought shook her, and made her face her own feelings. Lately, shed been so busy surviving, getting through one day at a time, shed almost underestimated how precious life could be. Not once had she ever considered that Derek might be gone. What if it had been Dane? What if the murderer had finally reached her? Life was too short to carry grudges or pass up chances. The awful fact of Dereks death was just starting to sink in, making her tremble all over again. If she put her emotional hurt aside, she could understand Danes behavior toward her. It hadnt been unconscionable as Dereks had been, but rather Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

motivated by the strong need to find a killer.

Angel intended to help him in his efforts. She glanced around the house without much interest. It was open and airy, the colors bright and clean. It had been professionally decorated and seemed impersonal to Angel, not at all suited to Dane. She fed Grayson while Dane grilled her on a dozen questions and she did her best to answer them to his satisfaction. Dane was antsy, pacing around her as he tried to find out exactly when her accident had occurred, when the phone calls had begun. Angel had contacted Derek for the last time when she was five and a half months pregnant. Hed turned her away. Shortly after that, hed died. Two months later, her own car was run off the road, starting her labor. The timing made Dane even more agitated. Angel put Grayson down for his nap in an empty guest room. Dane lit a fire in the family room then called Alec at , her apartment. Unfortunately, though Alec was very thorough, there were no additional clues to be found there. Angel was tired, but she had no idea what the sleeping arrangements would be. She assumed they would share a certain amount of intimacy. Dane had certainly been insistent, and with her new revelations, she wasnt averse to the idea. She wanted him; in the middle of all the crises theyd managed to find something very special. Dane made her feel things shed never felt before, things she hadnt even known existed. She had no idea how much time they might have together so she didnt intend to waste any of it. Which meant she needed to clear the air first. Dane? He had just hung up the phone and now he lifted his head to stare at her. I never wished Derek any physical harm. Im so sorry for what happened to him. Just that quick, the distance between them was narrowed. Dane strode to her, stopping a mere inch in front of her. I dont know if it means anything honey, but Derek regretted what happened. His gaze was searching, warm and direct. Celia claimed he was almost sick with remorse, and that he knew youd Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

never forgive him. She said he seemed preoccupied by it all in the time before his death. Angel nodded, thinking that was at least something, though she wasnt certain she believed it. Dane laid his large warm hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed. When I think of all the time we could have saved if either of us would have simply been honest, it sickens me. He drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. Youve been at risk all this time, and I didnt know it. If anything had happened to you Angel gently laid her fingers against his mouth. He was trying his best, even willing to sacrifice himself to marriage to keep her safe. The least she could do was be totally honest with him. He was right about that. She tipped her face up to him and had to catch her breath at the tender look in his eyes. Somehow, despite the fact he was the mirror image of Derek, her heart had always known he was different. She still didnt appreciate the underhanded way he had manipulated her, but knowing she hadnt been taken in by the same man twice was a balm to her pride. He lifted one finger to caress her cheek, unnerving her, sending her thoughts in scattering directions. She smiled. Dane, if youd admitted who you were when I first contacted you, Id have taken off. He frowned at that possibility. I was so afraid of you, she explained, of all the Carter family, but especially you. His eyes darkened to golden amber, and her stomach muscles constricted in reaction. She had to force herself back on track. Derek had told me so many horrible stories of how ruthless and unforgiving you could be. He pulled her close, pressing her head to his shoulder and rocking her. She had the feeling he was comforting himself as much as her. Derek and I had major disagreements on the family, and on the

company. He felt challenged by all the games, while I was sickened by them. I suppose he didnt like it much that I walked away. He hesitated, then whispered, And now hes gone. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Needing to reassure him, Angel pushed back and smiled up at him. He always spoke of you with admiration, making you out to be bigger than life, and twice as frightening. I didnt trust anyone in your family, and there was only a marginal amount of trust for Derek. But deep down, despite everything, I thought hed do the right thing for his son. Dane pulled her close again. So youre saying its actually a good thing I didnt introduce myself up front? He kissed her chin, featherlight, then her temple. If I had, youd have taken off and who knows what might have happened to you? He shuddered roughly with the thought, and then he kissed her. All her turbulent emotions of the day seemed to swell and heat into one overwhelming need. She wasnt used to the sexual demands of her body and didnt know how to temper them. All that theyd done the night before, all the ways hed touched her and pleasured her, came swamping back. Heat pounded beneath her skin and her legs suddenly felt weak and shaky. She wanted to lie down beneath him, she wanted him inside her again, making her shudder with nearly painful pleasure. She wanted him to help her forgetat least for a little while. Let me make love to you, Angel. The quiet plea was whispered into her ear, his warm breath a caress on its own. She wanted him, and that single focus drowned out everything else. Hed asked her to marry him so he could protect Grayson. He was noble enough to go to any lengths to make sure the baby was taken care of. And now he needed her, if only in a physical way. It was such a huge risk, letting her heart get involved when hed made his motivations crystal clear. But she found she had no choice. Shed used up all her energy for the day, and for now, nothing seemed more right than making love with Dane. Yes. Dane wanted to shout like a conqueror when Angel went soft and willing against him. God knew, after the turmoil of the day, he needed a distraction and he couldnt think of a nicer one than sinking himself into her warm body. He did nearly shout when her small hand suddenly snaked down his chest and cupped over his fly. He choked and got an erection at the same time. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel? Her name was a harsh groan, but he couldnt help that. Too many emotions were slamming into him. Hed planned on wearing her down slowly, using the advantages he had: her love of Grayson and her need for protection, combined with their compatibility in bed. Loving Grayson wouldnt be a hardship; the baby was adorable and had owned Danes heart from the first moment hed met him. And even before hed known Angel had no part in Dereks death, hed felt compelled to protect her. Hed die before he let her suffer the same fate as his brother. No woman had ever affected him so strongly. He didnt understand her sudden submission to his lust, not when shed been outraged only an hour or so before, but he wasnt fool enough to question her on it. He covered her small, soft hand with his own and pressed hard, catching his breath at the exquisite feel of her holding him. He watched her bright green eyes widen, saw her lips part on a deeply indrawn breath, and he kissed her again. He wasnt gentle. He possessed her mouth with his own, giving her his tongue and groaning when she sucked on it. Her

fingers curled around his erection, stroking, proving what a deft learner she could be. His revelations of the day, the fear he felt for her, his frustration in being unable to solve the mystery of his brothers death, all clamored inside him. He needed her, her comfort. Being with her overrode everything else. He lifted his fingers to her breast and teased. Already her nipples were peaked, thrusting against the worn material of the sweatshirt she wore. Dane moved his mouth down to her throat, over the sensitive, ultrasoft skin beneath her chin, then to her ear. When he took a breath, he noticed the smoke smell still clinging to her and wanted to pull her into himself, to make her a part of him and forever keep her safe. She and Mick had claimed the fire to be a mere threat, without the intent of burning her out, but he wasnt so sure and the idea that someone could have gotten to her so easily filled him with an ice-cold rage. He would protect her. Ruthlessly, hoping to banish the disturbing thoughts, he backstepped her up to the brick wall beside the fireplace and pinned her there with his hips. His hands jerked up her sweatshirt and he covered both plump, tender breasts with his rough palms. Youre mine now, Angel. She moved against him, inciting him, encouraging him, and he reacted to her on a primitive level. He jerked back, lowered his head and carefully closed his teeth over one erect nipple. Angel cried out. He knew her breasts were sensitive; hed found that out last night, taking extra care with her then. But now, he wanted to dominate her, to make her beg, to make her admit that she needed him, and not just for Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

convenience and the safety he afforded. It was disquieting to feel such depth of emotion with this one particular woman. He hadnt wanted to ever again care so much, not like this. But now he had to admit, especially to himself, that what he felt for Angel had no comparison. It was crazy, given the short amount of time hed known her, but he couldnt fight itdidnt even want to try. He wouldnt feel guilty about it, either. Derek had thrown away his chance to have her. Dane felt guilty for a lot of things, but not for this. Dane, she cried, digging her fingers into his back, and he relished the small pain for bringing him a measure of control. Say my name again, he told her as he began unfastening her jeans. I want you, Dane. Now, Angel, right here. Her eyes widened, but he tugged her jeans down to her knees and turned her. Brace your hands on the wall. Dane? Eyes wide with confusion, she looked at him over her shoulder. Do it, honey. Not waiting for her to comply, he took her wrists in his hands and flattened her palms on the wall, wide on either side of her head. Now dont move. He could hear her frantic breaths, her small whimpers, a mixture of excitement and uncertain anxiety. Grimly he smiled as he released himself from his slacks. He was rock hard and throbbing and more than ready to explode. When his arms came around her to ply her breasts, his fingertips plucking at her nipples, his erection just naturally nestled in the cleft of her rounded bottom. Angel gasped, pressing her head back, and at the same time, pushing her hips more closely to him. He moved his pelvis, stroking her, teasing. He felt blind with lust, but also determined to accomplish his goals. I want to get married tomorrow, no later than Wednesday.

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Yes. A startled squeak escaped her when his arms squeezed her tight, but his relief was a living thing and there was no way to get close enough. He hating rushing her into marriage after everything else shed been through. She deserved a proper courtship, with moonlight dates and flowers and gentle promises, all the things she hadnt had, all the things women wanted. But he had to do what he thought was best for both of them, and right now, tying her to him was his first priority. Slowly, making himself as crazy as she, he dragged his palm down her ribs to her belly, and when she held her breath he bit her shoulder, a soft, wet love bitethen cupped her fully, taking her by surprise, loving the sound of her startled pleasure as she jerked and moaned. His fingers gently pressed and found her ready for him, her feminine flesh swollen, the soft petals slick and hot. His middle finger glided over her, barely touching until her hips began moving in a counterpoint. He kept the pressure light and easy, teasing. She tried to hurry him, to encourage him to give her what she now needed, what she desperately wanted, but he resisted. Once, she started to drop her hands but he quickly repositioned her as he wanted her, vulnerable to him, submissive. Judging by the sounds of her panting breaths and raw moans, she loved it as much as he did. Dane, please Just as hed plucked at her nipples, he used his fingertips now to torment her again, but this flesh was so much more sensitive, the feelings so acute, she cried out and almost jerked away from him. His free arm locked around her, holding her in place for his sensual torment. Youre mine, Angel. Mine. His words were harsh, commanding, breathed against her temple as he thrust against her, his fingers unrelenting. To his satisfaction and deep pleasure, she came. Her arms stiffened, her head dropped forward and her body jerked and bucked as her hips pressed hard against him. Dane groaned with her, encouraging her, continuing the gentle abrasion of her most sensitive flesh. As she quieted, he praised her, telling her how crazy she made him, how special she was. He had no idea if she heard him, and she gave no reply other than her gratified groans. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Hed never before resented the use of protection, but now, as he fumbled in a rush to get the condom in place, he cursed the use of them. Angel was barely staying upright, her body now slumped fully against the wall, her arms no longer stiff and straight. Her cheek pressed to the warm brick and he feared the abrasion against her soft skin, so he pulled her away and lowered her to the carpet, entering her at the same time. Her tight jeans restricted his movements, but it didnt matter. He simply needed to be inside her, like he needed his next breath and the occasional sunshine and a few hours sleep. He needed her. Riding her hard, pushing errant thoughts of the danger from his brain, he concentrated on the pleasure. Angel didnt join him again, but chose to watch him instead, her eyes soft in the firelight, her body pliant to his urgent thrusts. One hand lifted and she smoothed his shoulder, smiling gently. Knowing she watched his every move, that she witnessed every emotion to pass over his face, knowing she could see his explosive pleasure as he came, made it all that much more powerful. He didnt disappoint her, and let himself go completely. He ground his teeth together to keep from shouting and strained against her, knowing she had just taken his heart. His body went rigid and he took his own

orgasm with a low, endless growl of blinding pleasure. He loved Angel Morris, he thought as he slumped against her. He loved her more than hed ever thought to love anyone or anything. He loved her enough to give his life for her, to do anything to keep her bound to him. Well damn, he thought, the effort almost painful to his muddled brain. That sure shot a hole in his altruistic plans of merely offering protection. It was also enough to scare ten years off his life. CHAPTER NINE Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Contents-Prev |Next Well, that didnt go quite as I had planned it. The words, so softly spoken, drifted around Dane, but it took considerable effort on his part to lift his head. He felt not only physically appeased, but emotionally full, and he didnt want to move, not yet, maybe not ever. He didnt want to lose the feeling, the closeness, and he didnt want reality, with all the present problems, to intrude. But he finally managed to struggle up onto his elbows. Angel, tender and warm and womanly beneath him, looked at him with gentle, shining eyes, a tiny satisfied smile on her mouth. God, he loved her. The profound acknowledgment shook him. Hed been careless with her, and just as hed lost his brother, he could have lost her, too. He tenderly tucked a pale curl behind her ear. What didnt go as you planned? Did I disappoint you, sweetheart? He asked the outrageous question to give his brain a chance for mental recovery. Looking at her now, with the realization of how easily she could crush him, was going to take some getting used to. He wasnt accustomed to feeling fear, but what he felt for Angel scared him down deep in his bones, clear to his masculine core. It also made him feel near to bursting and kept his male flesh, still buried tight inside her, semihard. Nothing would ever be enough with her. Feeling the way he did, realizing just how special she was, made him doubt what he knew about Derek. His brother couldnt have used Angel as vindictively as everyone thought. No man could possibly spend time with her and not appreciate how special, how unique she was. Her smooth brow puckered as she frowned at him. He had to laugh, and luckily that lightened the moment for him, at least to the point he could talk coherently without fear of professing undying love. Angel had been badly misused by his family, and he hadnt done much better by her, though that would quickly change. He fully intended to rush her headlong into marriage. Burdening her now with his excess of emotion before shed had a chance to get used to the rest would be grossly unfair. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

And besides all that, he was suddenly a horrible coward. He simply didnt want to lay his heart on the line, not when the odds were shed disdain his love. She wanted him on a physical level, there was no denying that, not with the heated scent of their lovemaking still thick in the air. And they had the mutual love of Grayson, a binding responsibility for them both. Hed have to build on those things, and hope it would suffice. Touching his fingertips over one tightly drawn eyebrow, he grinned. How can you look so embarrassed after what we just did? Your pants are around your knees, I can feel your nipples hard against my chest, and youre still holding me inside you. He leaned down and brushed his mouth over hers. So tight, Angel,

like you never want to Jet me go. Dane. Unconsciously, she lifted her hips into his and he groaned. What didnt go as you planned? She looked shyly away, charming him anew. That she could be so wild one minute, and yet timid the next, kept his lust on a keen edge, and sharpened the emotional needs he felt to tie her to him, to keep her safe. I wanted this time to be different. He laughed again. She never ceased to surprise him. More different than making love against a brick wall with your Dane, hush! She pressed her hand against his mouth and he kissed her palm, silently laughing. Im sorry, he said, the words muffled until she drew her hand away. Youre too easy to tease. This time, I wanted to do stuff to you. It doesnt seem fair the way you always give so much and I just take. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Those overwhelming emotions washed over him again in a wave of heat, stealing his thoughts and turning his body iron hard. He crushed her against him, burying his face against her throat. He was reminded of the near-fire at her apartment by her smoky scent, and the fact that someone was trying to hurt her, and had likely killed his brother. The events that had brought them together were never far from his mind. Because those same events could tear them apart. Gently pulling away from her, he sat up. Angel started to do the same, looking at him uncertainly, but he stopped her by lifting one of her feet to his lap and removing her shoe. You need a shower and some sleep. And Alec and Mick should be here soon. He caught her pants and stripped them the rest of the way off. I dont need sleep. I need to see the rest of your house. And you will. Later, after she was rested up. She may be doing a good job of holding herself together, but he was still running on adrenaline, and a compelling need to ensure her safety. Their lovemaking had only served to blunt the edges of his urgency a bit. Once he had her naked from the waist down he caught her under the arms and lifted her with him as he stood. He pulled the sweatshirt free, surveyed her naked body with a deep satisfaction, then cupped her face in his hands. You listen to me, Angel Morris. His thumb coasted over her bottom lip and she nodded. We have plenty of time to play sexually. The rest of our lives in fact because I intend to keep you. For better or worse, for richer or poorer. Eventually, well both get to do some exploring. But dont ever think youve disappointed me. For one thing, its not possible, not when you go so wild when were together. Not when I know that wildness is only for me. Thats more of a gift than most women ever give, and most men ever deserve. Were being forced into this marriage, but the perks, to my way of thinking, are damn enticing. His gaze traveled from her mouth to her breasts, then down, lingering on the damp curls over her mound. His tone dropped, rough with renewed arousal. As far as Im concerned, I dont have a single complaint. As your husband, Ill have you on hand day and night, and the way I see it, thats a hell of a bargain. All right? She nodded, but her eyes had gone dark and soft again and he knew what hed said had turned her on, that his words of explanation had put visual images in her mind. Seeing her reaction put them in his mind

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as well. He hadnt been this horny or insatiable since high school, and he had to wonder just how much of it was based on a desperate need to reaffirm what they had, before it was taken away. Come on. While youre showering Ill keep an eye on Grayson and get us something to eat. He eyed her pale naked body as he led her into the hall bathroom, unable to keep his hands from patting her rounded behind, smoothing over her waist and belly. He drew a deep breath and chastened himself to behave. Ill also find you a robe to wear until your other stuff gets here. It feels strange, Dane. Being naked with a man, not being the only one to keep an ear trained for Grayson. She drew a breath, watching him closely. Not having to be so afraid. He hoped that meant she felt a measure of trust for him. Im not going to let anything happen to you, babe. You can rest a little easier now. She turned to face him as he pulled two thick towels out of the cabinet and set them close to hand. It feels strangest of all to be in your house. Thats going to really take some getting used to. Its our house, he said firmly, wanting her to feel comfortable, determined to get her fully enmeshed in his life, so much so she wouldnt be able to help but love him back. When I took over Dereks office, my mother wanted me to move into his house as well. But I drew the line at that. The memories there are too sharp, too suffocating. I feel enough like an interloper as it is, usurping his office, his files his woman. Angel shook her head. I was never that, not really. Derek and I had a brief fling, but it ended long before he got possessive. Im not sure if he intended to use me all along, or if he just jumped on the opportunity when it presented itself. But almost from the first, I felt more for you than I ever did for him. She looked around, then smiled. Im glad this is your house, not his. He, too, looked around. I paid to have it decorated because I was clueless and didnt have the time to worry about it anyway, not traveling as often as I did. Its a home base of sorts, but its always felt kind of cold to me. So if you get in the mood and want to change things, go right ahead. Just dont ever let anyone in unless Im here with you. Im not an idiot. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He nodded agreement. Far from it. But right now, Im not willing to trust a single soul with your safety. The house is secure, but only if you use the security system correctly. Theres an intercom for the front and back door. Dont take any chances, okay? She gave a grave nod. He didnt want to frighten her again, but they both knew just how much danger she was in. Hopefully living with him would keep her out of harms way while he continued his investigation of Dereks death. He would probably bring the police into it shortly, once hed had a chance to go over things with Alec. The future stretched out before him, and for the first time that he could remember in too many years to count, he saw more than an endless, empty void. He wanted a future with Angel, with Grayson. And he wouldnt let anything stand in his way. Not even a murderer. Mother Nature conspired against them. Looking out the kitchen window, Angel sipped her coffee and then sighed. Finally the sun was shining again, though she knew the weather wouldnt clear for a while. Record-breaking lows were predicted for the rest of the week.

She also knew Dane was frustrated, that if it had been up to him, they would have been married already. But the most horrendous snowfall of the season, a good twelve inches, had all but canceled Thanksgiving and confined everyone indoors, making a wedding impossible. It had also stalled his investigation, putting personal queries on hold. Dane had improvised Thanksgiving, forgetting the plan to meet with his familyto Angels relief and Celias disappointment. For lack of a turkey, he made a superb pork roast and surprised Angel with his culinary talents. It had felt right somehow to spend an evening in the kitchen with Dane, bumping hips and sharing chores, working together. Grayson sat in his pumpkin seat watching them, and the setting would have been picture perfect if it hadnt been for the fact that someone evil was still out there, still a threat, keeping them both edgy despite their efforts to the contrary. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The weather provided the ideal excuse for them to linger in bed, forcing away the dark cloud of menace with an overload of sensuality. Just a few hours ago Dane had awakened her from a sound sleep with warm hands and a warmer mouth, gently encouraging her higher and higher until shed had to muffle her shouts with a pillow. It amazed her that every time with him seemed better, more intense. She wasnt certain how much more she could take, but was anxious to find out. Hed left her limp and exhausted in the bed. He had kissed the tip of her nose, told her hed be home in a few hours, and then lovingly cupped a breast before turning away and hurrying out. Dane often hurried away from her, as if he were afraid if he lingered, he wouldnt go at all. Angel had never felt so pampered, or so loved. Only hed never said anything about love. It worried her, how easily she had adjusted to being with Dane. He was the perfect father to Grayson, the perfect companion to her, even if he was overly autocratic on occasion. She understood his worry because she shared it. No matter how many times they went over it, they couldnt come up with a single reason for someone to kill Derek and try to kill her. The idea of never knowing, of always having to be on guard, made her angry. She had just come up from the basement with a large load of laundry when the phone rang. Expecting it to be Celia, whod made a habit of calling daily, she balanced the laundry basket on one hip and used her shoulder to hold the phone to her ear. Hello. There was no reply, and within a heartbeat the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up and gooseflesh rose on her arms. No. She forced a calm tone and said again, this time more firmly, Hello? but still received no answer and she quickly hung up the phone. Frozen, she stood there, trying to convince herself that it was an accident, a coincidence. Not once since shed moved in with Dane had there been a threatening call. There was no reason to think this was one of them. She drew a deep breath and tried to convince herself she was right. At that moment Dane came in. Snowflakes glistened in his hair and his mellow golden eyes were warm with welcome. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

When he saw her just standing there, he hurried to take the basket from her. Angel, are you all right? Have you hurt your leg again? She swallowed hard and automatically repeated the words that had become a litany. The man was too overprotective by half. Quit pampering me, Dane. Its getting annoying. I have a cleaning woman for this Who hired on to do your laundry, not mine and Graysons. Besides, Im perfectly capable of taking care

of myself. I dont want a stranger muddling through my things. And, she added when she could see he was contriving more arguments, the maid hasnt been able to come here in this weather. Grayson has laundry that needs to be done every day. Oh. He looked distracted for just a moment, then suddenly drew her into his arms and swung her in a wide circle. All right, Ill let that go for now, but only because I have a few surprises for you and I dont think youll be properly appreciative if youre angry. Youve found out something? she asked, her entire body tensing in hope. Dane lightly kissed the bridge of her nose in apology. No, Im sorry, babe. Theres nothing yet, but were working on it. I contacted a few personal friends in the police department and theyre doing some checking for me, looking things over again. Something will turn up soon, I promise. Angel bit her lip as disappointment swelled inside her. She didnt think she could take much more waiting. And she knew it was even harder on Dane. He felt compelled to avenge his brother, and to protect her and Grayson. Hed taken on a lot for her sake, and she worried constantly about him. If he got hurt because of her Hey, no long faces now, honey. He kissed her again, this time more lingering. I want to see you smiling, not frowning. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She considered telling him about the phone call, but at the moment, his expression so expectant and happy There would be plenty of time to talk about that laterif it was even important, which she was starting to doubt. The last phone call shed received had been verbal, and this one had been silent. Likely there was no connection at all, just a wrong number. Where did you rush off to this morning? she asked, shaking off her eerie mood. Backstepping to a kitchen chair, he sat and pulled her into his lap. His heavy coat was damp in places and he struggled out of it, then laid it on the table next to the laundry basket. One rough fingertip touched her cheek. My sister is dying to get back out here and see Grayson. And you. Shes overflowing with questions and curiosity. Celia called at least once a day, and she was always cordial and inquisitive, but cautiously so, as if she were taking pains not to be pushy. Angel couldnt help but like her. The rest of his family had been ominously silent. How would you feel about having her and Raymond to dinner? The roads are much better today, and with no more snow predicted, by Tuesday they should be fine. Angel wondered at his reasons for the sudden invitation, but said only, Shes your sister, Dane. If you want to have her over, thats fine. She hesitated, then added, Maybe you should invite your mother, too. It might help to smooth things over with her. Not yet. He said it easily, but Angel was aware of his sudden strain. Dane, what ever happened between the two of you? I know Derek told me once that you just didnt see eye to eye, but His laugh, a sound bordering on sarcasm, interrupted her. A difference of opinion, huh? Well, Derek was right about that. But its past history honey, and I dont want to bore you. Shouldnt I know whats going on, since the past probably plays a part in the tension now? What if your Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

mother says something? I dont like to be kept in the dark. It doesnt concern you. And that, she thought, was the crux of the problem. She wanted everything about him to concern her. Im sorry. She tried to get off his lap, but he made a rough sound at her movement and hugged her close. Dammit, I didnt mean that quite the way it sounded. He gave her a frustrated look, then shrugged. All right, you want me to bare my soul, I suppose I can live through it.

He was in such a strange mood, teasing one minute, then solemn, then teasing again. I dont mean to push you. Ha! All right, Im sorry. He tightened his hold on her. Dont rush off. Angel gave him an impatient look. All right, dammit, but as soon as I finish this stupid tale of woe, were moving on to your surprise, okay? After a brief hesitation, he said, I was engaged to be married once. His hands looped around her and he looked off to the side, staring at nothing in particular, merely avoiding her gaze. Mother didnt approve, of course, but then Id already started bucking her on almost everything. Derek went to the college of her choice, I went to a state college. Looking back, I realize how infantile I acted, opposing her just for the sake of opposition, but she was so damn controlling about everything, it just naturally rubbed me the wrong way. Angel couldnt begin to imagine anyone attempting to control Dane. The very idea was ludicrous. Both Derek and I had gotten our business degree in the same year my father died. He and Mother had always planned for us to take over, but not that soon. His heart attack took everyone by surprise. Mother, never one to grieve for long, wanted us to jump into the company together. I wanted to get my Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

MBA. Derek was born to run a corporation, was anxious to get started, but I resisted her. I was glad to let Derek handle things, and despite all her carping and complaining, I went back to school. A heavy silence fell and Angel felt him shift slightly, as if he were uncomfortable. I met a woman while I was in school, and I wanted to get married. Since that didnt meet with Mothers plans, she did everything she could, including disowning me so I couldnt touch my inheritance money, as a way to discourage me. But the more she did, the more determined I became. When I told her I fully intended to go through with the wedding, she she bought Anna off. Angel had no idea what to say to that. She waited, hoping hed elaborate. And finally he did. I dont like to think it was the money that enticed Anna. She wasnt from the same background as me, and my mother intimidated the hell out of her. She spelled out this grandiose life Anna would be expected to live up to and it spooked her. When Mother offered her the money, she took it and walked away. What a fool, Angel thought. She knew Dane had money, but he didnt flaunt it. His house was very nice, but it wasnt ostentatious. Everything about him was casual and comfortable and understated. Anna must not have known him at all to believe such idiocy. Or maybe it just hadnt mattered to her. Im sorry. Dane shook his head impatiently. The worst part was, she was pregnant with my baby. Angel stiffened, seized by a mingling of jealousy and confusion. Where was the child now? As if hed read her thoughts, Dane gave her a squeeze. By the time Id caught up with Anna, she told me shed lost the baby. He looked so troubled, Angel curled down against his chest and hugged herself close to him. Shed never before seen Dane like this, and she didnt like it. Dereks death had filled him with calculating determination, with a purpose. His mothers disdain had only seemed to amuse him. But now he sounded hurt deep inside. She preferred his arrogance any day. And at that moment shed have given a lot to ease his pain. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His large hand settled against the back of her head and he idly tangled his fingers in her hair. Ive never admitted this to anyone, but to this day, Im not sure Anna didnt have an abortion. I blamed my mother because it was a hell of a lot easier to blame her than to accept that I might have been wrong about Anna, that I might have made a colossal mistake marrying a woman who didnt care enough about me

to believe in me. She told me, rather tearfully in fact, that shed been afraid and taking my mothers bribe seemed her only choice. Angel could feel his pounding heartbeat, a little faster now, and she slipped her hand inside his shirt, smoothing her fingers over his warm, hair-rough skin. Dane went still even as his breathing changed, grew a little rougher and quicker. Angel pulled his shirt from his pants and pushed it upward, kissing his chest, his small tight nipples. Dane groaned and quickly yanked the shirt over his head. Whispering against his chest, Angel said, She could have come to you, and thats what bothers you most? Dane tilted his head back against the chair. She didnt trust me. I trust you. Ive been trusting you with not only my life, but Graysons. He started to speak and she straightened, cupping his jaw with her palms, holding his head still as she attacked his mouth. Dane groaned again and Angel used that as her cue. With their lips still touching she breathed, Im not like her, Dane. Your mother cant send me away. Only you could do that now. Rather than answer, he kissed her again, and there was hunger in the way he held her, the way his mouth moved heavily over hers. He might not love her, but he needed her, and from that, love could grow. He pulled himself away from her with a harsh sound of impatience. Damn woman, you distract me. Im glad. Laughing, he avoided her mouth as she tried to capture his again. Your surprise, remember? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

We could do that later? Insatiable wench. Stop that! He caught her hands and pulled them away from his belt. When she pretended to pout, he grinned. Show just a modicum of patience, okay? Now, first off, Mick got your apartment rented, so you can stop worrying about that. That wasnt at all what shed been expecting. Dane had insisted, against her and Micks protests, on keeping up the rent until Mick found a new tenant. Angel knew Mick and his mother needed the money, and shed felt bad leaving as she had, without notice, but Dane wouldnt hear of her paying the rent herself, and Mick hadnt wanted either of them to pay. He was such a proud young man. Who is it? Angel still worried about Mick. She talked with him often, but she missed their daily school lessons together. As soon as the weather permitted, she intended to start them back up again. Dane was all for the idea. Youd never guess so I might as well tell you. He took a moment to build the suspense, but when she gave an impatient growl, he grinned and said, Alec. At her look of surprise, he nodded. Yep, I showed him the apartment myself. Its not too far from the office, and Mick is a fantastic manager, especially for a kid. And you wanted Alec there to keep an eye on him, to make certain he was okay? Not at all. I knew you would worry, and I figured this would put your mind at ease for the most part. But Alec really was looking for a new place, and he likes it there. Angel smiled at him. Its a wonderful surprise. Thank you. Thats only part of the surprise. Now dont get angry before you hear me out, okay? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Like a red flag waved before her face, his words had the effect of putting her instantly on guard. She stiffened. What have you done?

Weve agreed that its best to get married, and that means I want to do what I can to ensure you and Grayson are taken care of. I know how you feel about money, but its silly. Thanks to my inheritance I thought your mother took that! He shrugged. She gave it back, sort of another bribe to[ bring me back into the fold. Its been sitting in a bank gathering interest because I had no use for it until now. I dont want you going against your principles for me, Dane Carter! He laughed. It wasnt a principle. It was plain stubbornness and the fact that I like to prick my mothers temper whenever possible. But since well be married Tuesday morning Whoa! Angel held out her hands, astounded by having so much information thrown at her at one time. She needed a few minutes to assimilate it all. What do you mean were getting married Tuesday morning? Since when was this decided? He had the grace to look sheepish. Ah Actually just today. That was another part of your surprise. I talked with my doctor and the lab will do the blood tests tomorrow. As soon as we do that, well head downtown and pick up the license. A pastor from my sisters church has agreed to do the deed on Tuesday. There was a brief struggle as Angel tried to remove herself from his lap and he was just as determined to keep her in place. Dane won. You agreed to marry me, honey. He held her securely, his eyes never leaving hers. There was a look of Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

challenge on his face, and something else, something not so easily defined. Weve made the deal, you and I. Grayson needs me, and Im not about to turn my back on him, not now, not ever. If youre thinking about changing your mind, its too late. Realization hit, knocking the breath from her. He wanted things confirmed, he wanted a guarantee, and he was afraid to leave it up to her because he thought she might back out. Knowing he felt such an obligation for Grayson, and that he was afraid of losing the baby, was a revelation. But she couldnt merely condone his autocratic behavior. Hed become a tyrant in no time if she let him. She scowled darkly, and grumbled, Next time, check with me first before you set things up. His eyes widened and the arrogance was immediately back in his gaze, along with a healthy dose of relief. There wont be a next time, honey. I told you, regardless of why were getting married, its still forever. As he said it, he leaned forward, then kissed her long and slow and deep. When he pulled away, he whispered, I suppose I should get the rest of it over with. Theres more? Im afraid so. He drew a deep breath, then blurted, I paid off your and Graysons medical bills. She should have expected it. But with all that had happened the last few days, her accumulated bills had been the last thing on her mind. In a way, it was almost a relief to be rid of that particular burden, except that she didnt want their relationship to be about what material things he could give her. She wanted more than that. When she only narrowed her eyes at him, he continued, evidently encouraged by her silence. I also opened an account in your name. You can add your own money to it if you like, but theres a hefty sum already deposited. Only your name is on the account, so you can do whatever you want with it. Understand, Angel, this isnt for household stuff. If you want to redecorate the housewhich by the way, I was thinking Graysons room could really use some color

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Dane. Come on, honey, dont get all prickly on me. He ran a hand over his head and his frustration was almost palpable, forcing her to hide a grin. As far as Im concerned, what I have is already yours, only youre being too pigheaded about it to let me take care of you. Pigheaded? Gee, you smooth-tongued dog, you. You sure do know how to win a gal over. Dammit, Angel, I am not my damn brother! You dont have to worry about any hidden motivations on my part. And Im not Anna, she said, just as firmly. I wont be bought off. Youre trying to make sure I have money so if or when your mother offers it, I wont be tempted. He looked away, his entire body drawn tight, his shoulders rigid, which to Angel was as good as an admission of guilt. When he turned to face her again his eyes were diamond hard and probing. Would you be tempted? No! Trying to calm herself, and at the same time, sort through the words that needed to be said, she took a deep breath, and then another. It didnt help. Dane, we need to talk. Theres something I really need to tell you. He stiffened, as if bracing himself. Im listening, he said, but his expression remained fierce. Grayson chose that unfavorable moment to give his patented, Im awake and I expect some attention yell, effectively diverting them both. Angel gave Dane one long last look before hurrying out of the kitchen. She heard his soft curse behind her. It was almost a relief to get sidetracked. She loved him, and he deserved to know that. But he already had so much on his mind, it might be easier for him to not be burdened with her love. He wasnt marrying Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

her for that reason, so he might not even welcome her affections. She needed to give it more thought before she made any grand declarations. After the threats were resolved would have been ideal, but with him pushing for marriage so soon, that was no longer an option. She changed Graysons diaper as the baby cooed at her, impatiently waiting to be fed, then pulled up the rocking chair in his room. She had just settled the baby againstherbreast when Dane spoke. Hes such a little glutton. Dane stood propped in the doorway, more handsome and appealing than any man had a right to be, especially now, with that boyish look of wonder on his face as he watched the baby greedily suckle. Hed put his shirt back on and had it all buttoned up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. At her silence, he walked the rest of the way into the room and knelt on the floor beside her chair. I feel so much guilt, Angel, when I think about what Derek will miss. Angel silently watched him as he smoothed one finger over Graysons cheek. Aside from the way he treated you, which I really dont understand, he was a good man, and he was a damn good brother. He never gave up on me, never sided with the family against me. Most of the time when we were growing up, we were inseparable, best friends as well as brothers. I loved him a lot, but I cant help but be damn glad that Im the one here with you and Grayson now. Oh, Dane. Angel felt tears gather in her throat. She could just imagine the hell he was putting himself through, and there was no way for her to help him. He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw tight. I have to find out what happened to him. Its the very least I owe him, for having my life when his is gone, for taking over where he left off. Derek chose his own paths, Dane. You cant blame yourself. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He looked away, his face grim. If Id have come back instead of being so stubborn, I might have been

able to help him. He might still be alive. And we wouldnt have found each other. Angel shivered with the thought, then felt her own measure of gripping guilt. The baby, recognizing Danes voice, released Angels nipple to turn his head. He stared at Dane, his blue eyes alert. Dane smiled, though his expression was still sad. I love him, you know. Angel nodded, a lump of emotion gathering in her throat. Dane came to his feet and dug into his pocket. I bought you this today. At least this time you can grant me the traditional rights of the groom to spend my money. He handed her a small black box, then gave his attention back to Grayson. The baby stared at him a moment longer before going back to his feeding. Some things were simply more important than others. Awkwardly, Angel managed to open the small box. Her hands shook and it was difficult maneuvering with the baby in her lap. Inside the box, nestled in cream velvet, was the most beautiful diamond engagement ring shed ever seen. It was large, but not too large, an oval diamond surrounded by rubies. Breathlessly, she whispered, Its incredible. Then you like it? Dane She reached for him with her free arm and somehow he managed to embrace them both, making Grayson squirm in protest. Why dont you finish what you were going to tell me before I have to go out again. Surprised, she asked, Where are you going now? Dane took the ring from her and slipped it on her finger. He seemed pleased by the snug fit. Im going to Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

close out your post office box. Its too far from here to do you any good and besides his gaze met hers in a challenge with the threats against you, I want anything and everything that concerns you to come by me now, at least until things are resolved. Angel curled her fist tight around the ring. Thats fine. I havent used that box in ages anyway, not since I left Aeric. Take the key from my key ring. Its hanging by the phone in the kitchen. Dane couldnt quite hide his satisfaction. She saw no reason to fight him on this, not when she didnt use the post office box anyway. Now what were you going to tell me? She needed more time, she thought. Tonight, over dinner, without interruptions or the distractions of wedding dates or suffocating guilt, shed tell him she loved him. But not now, not when they both felt confused and he was ready to head back out the door. Angel? . I dont want Grayson to be an only child. Dane blinked at her, his gaze sharpening. What did you say? Heat rushed into her cheeks, but at least she was giving him a truth. I never had any brothers or sisters and it was awful. I I know well be married for practical reasons, but I want another child. I thought you deserved to know that before we marry. Just so youre prepared. Dane searched her face in silence for several moments, looking more shocked than dismayed. Slowly, a smile broke over his face. He looked at Grayson and chuckled as the baby made grunting, squeaking noises while he nursed. Nothing would make me happier, honey. As long as we wait a while so youre not overburdened. I want your leg to heal completely and I dont want Grayson to be cheated out of being a baby. Just as you had no siblings, I had one that got half of all my parents attention. Im not complaining, but I think there must be a happy medium. And keep in mind, you run the risk of having twins with me. Three in diapers would be a bit much for even the most determined parent. He hadnt refuted their reasons for marrying, but she wasnt discouraged. The practical reasons did exist,

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but there was also the love she felt. And tonight, shed tell him so. CHAPTER TEN Contents-Prev |Next Dane stood beneath the post office overhang while the freezing wind whistled around him, blowing open his coat, pelting his face with a dusting of snowflakes caught in the frigid gusts. Nothing could penetrate the heat of his rage. With deliberate movements he uncurled his fist and stared again at the name on the large manila envelope. His brother had sent Angel one final message. The overwhelming urge to tear the envelope open was difficult to resist, but Dane knew in his heart he had to bring the letter to Angel. Not only was it a violation of her privacy to look inside, but she might take it as a measure of distrust as well. It could be a love letteror it could be the information, the missing link to the threats, that theyd been looking for. He didnt want her hurt. He didnt want anything his brother might have put in the letter to cause Angel more heartache. And he didnt want to suffer the sweltering jealousy he now felt that was enough to ward off even the worst winter had to offer. Damn it. He didnt want his brother eulogized in Angels heart with a final farewell. Conflicting feelings of grief, guilt and possessiveness jumbled his thoughts. The postmaster had watched with a jaundiced eye as Dane tossed out the majority of the mail unceremoniously stuffed into the large mailbox. Dane had only briefly glimpsed the numerous sale ads and magazines and offers before Dereks letter caught his notice. Now, with stiff steps and an anxious stride, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

he headed for his car. He couldnt understand his own urgency; he just knew he wanted to be with Angel and Grayson. He needed to know they were okay. It took him all of five minutes to realize he was being followed. Using his cell phone, he impatiently dialed Alecs number. Sharpe. Im being trailed, Dane said, no other explanations needed. Im on it. Over the past few days Dane had been aware of being followed. He couldnt get close enough to figure out who it was, so hed alerted Alec to watch his back. Dane had told Angel he didnt want her out in the cold, but in truth, he wasnt willing to take the risk that whoever it was might be able to get to her. He preferred keeping her at home, safely behind locked doors and away from any threats. This morning, hed specifically opened the account in her name so shed be protected financially if something happened to him. Shed accused him of not trusting her, but that was no longer true. He simply wasnt willing to leave her future to chance. Though hed told her the sum in the account was hefty, he knew she couldnt begin to guess the amount. And he wanted it that way. Angel had a prideful tendency to fight him on every little thing he tried to give her. When she saw the bank records, shed hit the roof. He smiled in anticipation. In some perverse way, he enjoyed arguing with her as much as he enjoyed loving her. Things would never be sedate between them, that was a certainty. Alec shouldnt be very far behind, and now with Danes signal, hed close the gap and they would trap

the driver between them. Dammit! Dane muttered the curse into the open phone line as he saw the car swerve away. That him taking the entrance ramp to the highway? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane watched his suspect speed away and knew, whoever the man was, hed been on to them. Yeah, that was him. How did he figure us? There was a shrug in Alecs tone. Maybe he didnt. Maybe he was going that way all along. Nope. He was following me, I know it. Want me to go after him? Dane considered it, then shook his head to himself. No, theres no point. Im heading home to Angel and staying there. Though I doubt itll do us any good, run a quick check on the plates, just in case we can get lucky for a change. Dane didnt for a minute doubt Alec had the plates memorized. Not much ever got by him. Ill get right back to you. Less than three minutes later, Alec had his news. Both he and Dane had cultivated contacts in every facet of the police force. The information they received, and how they received it, wasnt always on the up and up. But it was generally beneficial to all, so the cops tended to work with them. The license plate shows a newly rented car. Dammit. Dane thumped his fist against the steering wheel, his frustration level high. That means the name its registered under is likely false. Yeah, fraid so. You want me to go check into the rental agency where the car came from? Theres no point. Whoever it is, hes covering his ass. I doubt hell make any mistakes this late into the game. With an irritated sigh, Dane suggested, You might as well take the rest of the day off. Ill let you know if anything comes up. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

All right. I do have a few personal things to take care of. The line went dead before Dane could question that cryptic comment. It was the first time in the history of their acquaintance that Alec had ever alluded to a personal life. Though Dane was certain he must have one, hed never mentioned it before. It only took Dane another fifteen minutes before he pulled into the garage. As per his instructions, Angel kept the alarm on, and all the doors and windows locked. It was a hell of a way to live, constantly being on guard, but maybe with the help of Dereks letter they would be able to put the past, and the threats, to rest. After turning off the car he used his remote to close the garage door. As he came in through the kitchen by the door that attached to the garage, he heard Angel laughing. Following the sound, the manila envelope still clutched in his hand, he found her sprawled on the family room carpet before the fireplace. Grayson was held over her head, and each time the baby gurgled, she laughed and lowered him for a tickling nip of his pudgy belly. Without intruding, Dane watched their antics, a small smile on his face. Damn, but he loved her. The feeling was starting to settle in, not so scary now, more like a necessary part of him was finally working as it should. He pictured Angel with a baby girl, as well, his daughter, a child that would look like her

mother, have her bright green eyes. Hed missed being a part of her pregnancy with Grayson, but this time, hed be here. Im sorry, Derek. But shell be my wife. When did you come in? Dane hadnt even realized shed turned to him, hed been so caught up in the comforting images of baby and home and hearth, images hed long ago given up on. Just a minute ago. He strode over and sat cross-legged beside the two of them, reaching out to take Grayson into his own lap. What do you have there? Angel looked at the envelope, her expression inquiring. Its for you, honey. He let her know by his tone the seriousness of the envelope. Derek evidently sent it to you. Its postmarked some time ago, from before his death. Havent you checked your box at all? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel stared at the envelope like it was poison. There was no reason. I only used it for the information my supervisor wanted me to work on at home. Files he wanted me to prepare before he made a presentation. He didnt trust very many people, or the regular mail. He figured a locked post office box was the most secure way to go. No one knew the number except the two of us. And Derek. She nodded. I usually kept those files locked up. But I was.. anxious to see Derek one day, so I just stuck them in a desk drawer when he called to say he was coming over. I never considered that he might go through my personal things. He must have taken the box number off the envelope. Dane hated hearing about her and Derek together. He didnt regret loving Angel, he couldnt, but he sometimes felt as if hed stolen everything good from Derek. Forging his place in the family had never mattered to him, but it had been everything to Derek. Now Dane had taken Dereks place in the family, and in the office. Hed gladly give up both those dubious perks, but hed never give up Angel or Grayson. He knew the night Derek stole the information from Angel was the same night hed taken her to bed. For that reason, more than any other, Dane had hesitated to discuss it with her. The thought of Derek with her, how hed hurt her, was almost too difficult to contemplate. I was asleep when Derek went through my desk, she said, her tone flat. We were never.. intimate after that, and a month later, he dropped me. Several silent moments passed, then Dane tried to hand her the envelope. Go ahead and open it. With a shudder, Angel pulled back. No thanks. Id rather you did it. Are you sure? Even as he asked it, Dane was laying Grayson aside on the blanket. The baby turned his head and directed an intent gaze at the bright flames in the fireplace. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane slid a finger under the flap of the envelope and pulled it open. There were several printouts inside, and Dane scanned them quickly. These are details outlining industrial espionage at Aeric. His blood surged with the ramifications. He lifted one paper after another, finally coming to a personal note addressed to Angel. What? Angel scooted around to peer over Danes shoulder. She picked up the discarded printouts and studied them. Dane laid the last paper aside and stared at Angel. When she felt his gaze, she looked up. Im sorry, honey. What is it, Dane? He touched her cheek. Derek was trying to protect you. Dane lifted the sheaf of papers, holding them out to her. He sent you these as an explanation of why hed gone to so much trouble to alienate you, why he specifically did it so publicly. He wanted everyone to think your relationship was over, that you

meant nothing to him. He suspected some level of danger after hed discovered several discrepancies in various Aeric research files, shortly after stealing that information from you. He wasnt certain what was happening, but when he investigated further, small accidents started to happen to him. He was afraid youd be in danger too, by association. Dane touched her cheek, then forced the words out despite the tightness in his throat. Derek had no problem doing what needed to be done for the takeover, he saw that only as good business, part of the corporate game. But he hadnt deliberately planned to hurt you in the bargain. He cared for you, honey. Angel squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard, clutching at Danes hand. Dane knew, without asking, the regret she felt because he felt it, too. The sound of a gun cocking seemed obscenely loud in the silence of the room. Both Angel and Dane jerked up their gazes, and there stood Raymond. The forty-five in his hand made an incongruous sight with his three-piece suit and immaculate presence. Well, I commend your investigative skills, Dane. Of Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

course, your damn brother pretty much spelled it out for you, didnt he? I knew he was too thorough not to have something written down. And Ms. Morris was the likely person to have the info. Dane quickly tried to cover his shock, to act calm and in control. He was very aware of Angel sitting frozen beside him. So thats the reason youve been harassing her? Raymond shrugged. I lost her for a while there, you know, after she moved. It was tedious finding her phone number again, but I had no idea where shed gone. Unlike you, I dont have connections in these matters. It was rather frustrating, never knowing when she might resurface, if shed try to discredit me with that damn information your brother put together. I tried to hedge my bets a bit by telling your mother, regretfully of course, what a bitch Angel was, how shed used Derek, how she was likely to come sniffing around with blackmail in mind. I had half hoped shed find Angel for me, but your mother is getting old and has no taste for revenge. She only hoped to avoid a scandal. Luckily for me, youre not nearly so derelict in your familial duty. Raymond grinned. You led me right to her. Bastard. Dane came smoothly to his feet and deliberately stepped in front of Angel and Grayson, shielding them both with his body. You killed Derek. Now that, he said with a shrug, was an honest accident. I knew hed been playing detectivefunny that the two of you were even more alike than you knew. But he proved to be rather proficient at it. I tried a few minor scare tactics, and for a while there I thought theyd worked. But the bastard was just biding his time, letting months go by, waiting for me to make another move. He was careful not to call in the authorities, not wanting to scare me off. Raymond held up two fingers, a millimeter apart. He came that close to nailing my name to his damn discoveries after I thought the coast was clear again. My brother was no idiot. And he would have taken any theft from a company he owned as a personal insult. Raymond laughed. He was a wily bastard, Ill give him that. It almost sounded as though Raymond had respected Derek, had maybe liked him. Dane felt sick with disgust. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Needless to say I had to up the pressure to get him to back off, but the fool didnt drive quite as well as Ms. Morris. Dane had to fight the urge to lunge at Raymond. Only the fact that doing so would put Angel in more danger kept him still, but he didnt like it. Every muscle in his body twitched with the almost unbearable

need to do physical harm. How did you get in here? I beat you home. Yes, that was me following you. Of course, as soon as I realized you had sicked your watchdog on me, I veered off. Mr. Sharpe really is a nasty-looking fellow. He gives me the creeps. Alecs good at what he does. It doesnt matter now, does it? Raymond smiled his perfect artificial smile. As I was saying. It was easy enough to swing around and with a heavy foot on the gas pedal, I was able to get here before you. I hid in the bushes. Not very dignified, but then, you gave me little choice. When you started to close the garage door, I slipped a small wedge underneath it, and rather than closing tight, it reopened on its own. 1 waited just long enough to see if youd double-check it. But you were in too big a hurry to see your ladylove. Such a hurry in fact, that I believe the two of you will elope. He grinned, his expression taunting. Dane tried to calm his racing heart and his anger. He needed a cool head to deal with Raymond. He only wished hed trusted in his instincts earlier and not given Raymond the benefit of the doubt. He should have beat the details out of him when he had the chance. Determined to keep Raymond talking, he asked, Was that you in the bar with Derek the night he died? Raymond looked briefly surprised. You are good. And yes, that was me. I offered to take Derek out slumming, just because hed become so maudlin with all his investigations and his regret over Ms. Morris. Thats how I knew it wasnt over between the two of them. Women threw themselves at your brother, and he turned them all down. Angel made a small sound of distress, but Dane ignored her. He didnt want Raymonds attention to waver to her. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

I had hoped hed confide in me, but he was keeping his secrets to himself that night, no matter how much booze I poured down him. Dane suppressed a growl. Alec was the one who discovered Derek had been to a bar that night. He also dislikes you on instinct. If I disappear, hell be all over you. Raymond looked briefly alarmed by the prospect, then he visually shored up his confidence again. Once Im married to Celia, he wont dare touch me. Dane narrowed his gaze, trying to figure ahead. My sister isnt an idiot. Shell never marry you. Raymond laughed. Shes anxious to be married. His gaze flicked to Angel and quickly back again. And your mother, now that youve defected to the enemy camp, is anxious to turn the company over into my capable hands. In fact, I believe your mother would give me control whether Celia married me or not. But Ive decided I want Celia. It seems like nice insurance if anyone should ever discover you didnt elope. Ill kill you. Raymond merely laughed at the threat. Not that your mother will question it, will she, Dane? After all, this wont be the first time youve walked away from your family without a backward glanceboth times over a woman. You know, your mother has been trying valiantly to keep her mouth shut, to avoid just such a situation, hoping to make amends. Ah, you didnt know that did you? But Ive become something of a confidant for her, and shes told me all about how she regrets the past. Too bad you wont have a chance to forgive her, to put her poor old mind to rest. Shell have to spend the rest of her days with regrets. Angel staggered to her feet beside Dane and when he would have pushed her behind him again, she forced her way forward. Youve set yourself up a small problem, Raymond.

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Id already suspected you. And I told people. The police have it on record that I thought someone was trying to kill me. They didnt believe you though, did they? Raymonds smile was smug. You didnt have enough proof. And I was careful, even with the smoke-fire, to keep the threats from being too serious, gaining too much attention. He laughed at Angels comprehension. Yes, that was a nice touch, wasnt it? Running you out of your apartment and then intercepting your phone call at the office. You reacted just as I planned, showing up at the company like a wild woman, demanding answers. I had hoped once you knew the truth, that Dane was only using you, youd have enough pride to walk away from him. That would have made you more vulnerable. But no, you decide to marry the bastard. He looked briefly beyond anger, almost enraged. Dane braced himself, but Raymond shook off his anger, his smirk once again in place. I have everything planned. And unfortunately for you, both Celia and Mrs. Carter will back up the theory that you ran off together. Thanks to the information I sold at Aeric, and your sisters cut in the family coffers, I should be able to live rather comfortably from here on out. Dane took a small step forward. Youre an idiot, Raymond. Will anyone believe I abandoned my company? Think about it. I walked away from my family, but I never shirked my own responsibilities. Raymond shrugged again, totally unconcerned. So now youre in love. Whos to say what youd do? Grayson made a cooing sound and for the briefest moment drew Raymonds attention. Dane started to move, but the gun was quickly leveled at his head. Ah, ah. I really dont want the mess of it here in the family room. Angel shifted beside him and Dane grabbed her arm. Youre not going to hurt my baby, she said, her voice low and fierce as she pulled away from Dane. I really hesitate to. After all, Im not a monster. And the child seems to have softened Mrs. Carter quite a bit. But I see no way around it. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel stiffened. When she spoke, her tone was so mean even Dane blinked. You cant kill us both at the same time, she taunted. Try it, and one of us will be on you before you can take a second aim. She slipped farther away from Dane, spreading out, making it more difficult for Raymond to maintain control. Pushed past his composure by her goading, Raymond lifted his arm, taking point-blank aim. His eyes narrowed and his mouth drew tight. Dane felt Angel tensing beside him and realized in horror what she intended. She would attack Raymond, giving Dane the upper hand. The little idiot would sacrifice herself. Panicked, Dane prepared to beat her to it, ready to leap on Raymond full force. He could only hope Angel would use the moment to grab the baby and run. In the next instant, a shrill screech filled the air, loud and outraged. Dane instinctively leaped toward Angel, pushing her behind him as he stiffened for the additional threat. But they werent in danger. Raymond, wide-eyed and frantic, tried to turn. He wasnt fast enough. Celia lunged around the corner from the kitchen to the family room, still screaming and viciously swinging a heavy crowbar. Raymond ducked, but the length of iron connected with his elbow with satisfying force. There was a sickening crunch as bone gave way, and the gun fell to the carpet. Raymond

screamed in agony, his arm hanging at a grotesque angle by his side. You miserable worm! Celia yelled, the perfect epitome of a woman scorned. She hit Raymond again as he tried to roll away, this time thumping the bar against his thigh and eliciting more screams. Dane had no doubt the mans arm was broken, and he couldnt be all too sure of his leg. Celia would have delivered a final blow to his head, ignoring Danes curses as he reached for the gun, but Alec came storming in and grabbed her from behind. She struggled, and Alec had a time of it subduing her, but finally she calmed. Alec still held on, his arms circling her, making soft hushing noises in her ear until the tire iron fell to the carpet by their feet. Celia turned in his arms, weeping. Dane looked at Angel. He was breathing hard, the adrenaline still rushing. Are you okay? She had Grayson squeezed tight in her arms, gently rocking him, kissing him. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks. The baby and Raymond seemed to be vying for the loudest cries, Raymond out of pain, Grayson out of upset. Angels watery gaze met Danes and she nodded. He could see her body shake as she drew Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

in jerky, uneven breaths. Yes. Were fine. Dane pulled her close and tried to comfort her as best he could, but he himself was shaking with residual fear. Never in his life had anything ever terrorized him like knowing Angel could be shot and even killed. He kissed her full on her trembling lips, verifying her safety, her vitality and warmth. Then he turned to his friend, Angel still tucked safely to his side. He didnt know if hed ever let her go again. Damn, but Im glad to see you, Alec. It didnt matter that his voice shook, that his eyes felt glazed and moist. All that mattered was the feel of Angel beside him, safe and sound. Alec smoothed his big hands up and down Celias back. I followed her. I dont know how she knew what was going on, but I could tell she was upset. Celia pushed back from him. You followed me? Alec looked down at her, pushed her head back to his shoulder, and said, Yeah. Dane grinned. In the midst of all the chaos, he found Alecs actions incredibly humorous. Well, Ill be. I already called the cops, Alec said, ignoring Danes laughter. They should be here any minute. Dammit, will you shut up? he said to Raymond, while maintaining his tight hold on Celia. Youre lucky I didnt let her kill you. Again Celia pushed back. Why didnt you? He deserves it. It would have complicated things, especially for you. Oh. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel stepped away from Dane, then cautiously around Raymond, who was obediently silent. When she reached Celia, she touched the womans shoulder. Thank you. You saved our lives. Celia sniffed and pulled away from Alecs masculine embrace while still standing very close to him. She wiped away her tears and then frowned at Alec, as if some of the drama was his fault. With an obvious effort she returned her attention to Angel. I caught Raymond making a phone call today, but he hung up real quick when I came in. Angel gave a quick peek at Dane and he frowned. Had she gotten a call and not told him? Angel? She shrugged, but he could tell the careless effort cost her. He didnt say anything, Dane, so I thought it was just a wrong number. I was going to tell you, but we got distracted. Dane would have had more to say about that, but Celia sniffed again. Several times now Raymonds not been in his office when he should be. He was acting funny the last few days. I thought he was cheating

on me. I knew he was up to something, but I thought it was just another woman, not not this! She indicated the entire mess with a wave of her hand. Alec grunted. Why the hell would he be after another woman? How should I know? she snapped. He was sneaking around, showing up late. But then I had his letter of recommendation from Derek checked and found out it was forged. Alec looked livid. So you just decided to follow him and could have gotten yourself killed as well! He bent down so he could stand nose to nose with Celia. What the hell did you ever see in him in the first place? Angel grinned at Dane while the other two continued to argue. Dane shook his head and pulled Angel close again. He was almost afraid to stop touching her, reassuring himself she was truly okay. If this isnt the most bizarre thing thats ever happened, I dont know what is. As Dane spoke to her, Angel turned her gaze on Raymond. He wouldnt be walking any time soon. Angel shivered, and that made Dane furious all over again. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Id like to kill him with my bare hands. Angel touched his mouth. Shh. Dont say that, Dane. Its been awful, and youve lost so much, but I want it to end now. For all our sakes. Grayson gave a last shuddering sob and snuggled close. Dane pressed his lips to the babys forehead. Me, too. God, I was afraid for you and Grayson. Angel sighed. Oh, Dane. I feel awful. Your brother wasnt the villain after all. He was trying to protect me. He smoothed her hair back from her face. Thatll be a comfort to my mother, I think. Your mother! Angel blinked up at him. Raymond said she was sorry, that she wasnt ignoring us because she was mad, just being careful not to say anything that might drive you away again. You need to talk to her, Dane. When I think of her suffering Police sirens sounded in the distance. Ill settle things with my mother, honey, just as soon as we get things taken care of here. And then, he added, cupping her face and holding her close, you and I are going to talk. I have a few things to say to you, Angel Morris, and no matter how angry you get, youre going to listen. Angel watched Dane pace around the bedroom as Grayson began to doze in his strong arms. Dane wore only his slacks, and those were undone. His bare feet left impressions in the thick carpet and the flexed muscles of his forearms left an impression on her. Love swelled, making her warm and shivery at the same time. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

It had been a long day, filled with police interviews and questions and confrontations. Grayson had a difficult time settling down, too many strangers invading his small world at one time. But he charmed the detectives whod run the investigation, as well as Danes mother once she showed up. Angel smiled again. She was actually beginning to like Mrs. Carter. How could she not when the woman obviously adored her son and grandson as much as Angel did? Oh, she tried to hide it, but tonight her defenses had cracked just a bit, and Angel had seen the woman beneath the iron. Do you think its okay to put him in his crib now? Dane whispered, not halting in his even strides around the room. Grayson nestled close against the warmth of Danes broad, naked chest, one small fist

clutching his chest hair. Angel smiled and laid her brush aside. She was freshly showered and in her nightgown, exhausted, but at the same time elated. Everything was over, all the fear and bad feelings and hurt put to rest. Her confession had been on the tip of her tongue when Grayson had begun fussing. Do you want me to take him? No, I can do it. Dane gave her a long, sizzling look. Why dont you get under the covers? Ill be right back. Her heartbeat picked up its pace and she slid into bed. When Dane returned, he removed his slacks, laid them over the back of a chair, then faced her with his hands on his naked hips. Angel smiled. If you ran a board meeting like that, youd be sure to have everyones attention. He looked chagrined for just a moment, then dropped his arms and started toward her. Right now, I only want your attention. Angel eyed his naked body. You have it. Angel He growled her name as he climbed into bed beside her. Your mother is a proud woman, Dane. It hurt me to see her so upset. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He stilled his hands, which had been in the process of removing her nightgown. I know what you mean. It nearly broke my heart to hear her admit to so much guilt. She said it was so hard losing Derek, and the only solace she could find was that maybe Id finally forgiven her. Angel stroked his head, knowing what his mothers confession had done to him. Im proud of you for how you handled it. I wish Id known how she felt long ago. Maybe it wouldnt have gone on for so long. Youre both too proud for your own good. But your mother is making the attempt to accept me. Ha! Dane pulled down the right strap of her nightgown and cuddled her bare breast in his rough palm. My mother adores you. She hides it well, but thats just how she is. I think she sees you as a link, a way to soften our reassociation even though I told her all was forgiven. And there were tears in her eyes when she finally got to hold Grayson. He kissed the slope of her breast, his mouth warm and gentle. Thats the first Ive ever seen her cry. You know, shes going to spoil him rotten. Thank you for refusing her and Celias offer to keep Grayson. Im not ready to be separated from him yet. Not after being afraid for him for so long. Me, either. Maybe when Im old and gray Ill be ready to let him out of my sight. But for now, they can visit him here, and well make a point of visiting them often. They were both silent for a moment, Dane busy in his minute study of Angels skin, caressing her, kissing her, Angel trying to formulate the words she knew she needed to say. My sister is holding up well. Diverted, Angel asked, Did you get a chance to talk alone with her? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Yeah. I dont think she ever would have gone through with the marriage to Raymond. She was as suspicious of him as I was. Angel felt him tighten and knew he was reliving the horror of the afternoon. He pulled her close and buried his face in her breasts. You could have been hurt. I dont think Ive ever been so frightened in my life. Angel kissed his temple. Thank God for your sister. Alec wants her. He lifted his head and there was another grin on his face. Damn, but I cant get over it. Alec and Celia. Somehow it just doesnt fit. You know, Celia does have some say about it. Right now, she told me shes in no hurry to get involved

with any man again. Raymond really hurt her. Mostly her pride. But shes tough. Shell get over it. And Alec wasnt speaking to her when he left. Dane shrugged. Hes always quiet. Its just his way. She wasnt convinced. Dont get your hopes up, Dane. I can tell youd like to see the two of them together, but all things considered, a romance between them would be difficult. Thats what I thought about us. But look how much I love you. Angel would have fallen off the bed if Dane hadnt been sprawled on top of her, anchoring her in place. What did you say? Dont look so shocked. He tugged the other strap of her nightgown down, baring her to the waist. I know I deceived you from the start, that I was pretty ruthless at times to get what I wanted. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

When were you ruthless? Angel felt both numb and cautiously elated. She couldnt quite believe what he was saying. I convinced you we needed to marry because you needed protection. But I could protect you without marriage. I lied to get you where I wanted you. You did? Angel shook her head, trying to clear it. I mean, you said you wanted to marry me so Grayson would have a solid home. I have enough money to insure Grayson would be happy and well cared for without marrying you. That just seemed a convenient way to trap you. Her heart rapped against her ribs, threatening to break something. I dont feel trapped. His eyes darkened, turned warm and probing. Good, because I still want you to marry me, but with no more secrets between us. I love you. Angel licked her suddenly dry lips. You know, you beat me to the punch. I was going to tell you the same thing tonight. Very slowly, a slight, pleased smile tilted his mouth and Dane leaned down and kissed her. Is that right? Yes. Her breathing accelerated with the touch of his warm breath. I knew ages ago that I loved you. You didnt know me ages ago, honey. Hell, our entire courtship has taken only a heartbeat. Well, Angel said, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tight, it was long enough to make me irrevocably and madly in love with you. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane grinned as he began tugging up the hem of her night gown, groaning at the feel of her soft naked belly against his abdomen. Its a damn good thing, because I have no intention of letting you go. Your mother did mention to me what an intelligent businessman you are. His hand slid over her ribs, then lower, his fingers probing, and he closed his eyes when he found her warm and ready. I know a good deal when I find it. You, Angel Morrissoon to be Carterare a very good find. EPILOGUE Contents-Prev Mick, Mick! Grayson came barreling around the corner of the house, chubby arms pumping the air, and threw himself around Micks long legs. Mick was always greeted with the same amount of verve when he came over after school. He was one of Graysons favorite people, a surrogate big brother. Mick swung the seventeen-month-old toddler up into his arms. Hey, buddy. Mick, Mick! Angel came in on the heels of her son and dropped onto the couch. Thank God youre here. Hes been screeching your name all day. I cant tell you how glad I am that schools almost over. Mick, devastatingly gorgeous at eighteen, topping a few inches over six feet, grinned his killer grin at

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exhausted, Angel. Is this little monkey wearing you out? With a serene smile, Angel said, I think its his little brother or sister thats actually doing the trick. Dazed by her news, Mick tucked Grayson under one leanly muscled arm and staggered into a chair. Youre pregnant? She smiled happily, pleased with his reaction. Now to get Danes reaction. She heard the front door opening and leaned toward Mick. I was hoping to have a few minutes alone with Dane, if you Ill take short-breeches here out to the swing. Mick, Mick! But as Dane stepped into the house and called out, Im home, Grayson launched himself from Micks arms. Angel gasped, but Mick, quick on the draw, managed to juggle the toddler until he could get both feet on solid ground. And like a shot, Grayson was off again. Daddy! Daddy! Mick laughed. To think, he used to be such a peaceful baby. Dane entered with Grayson perched on his shoulders. He went directly to Angel, who dutifully lifted her face for a kiss. My mother said you had something to tell me. Angel glared. She promised! Promised what? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick lifted Grayson from Danes shoulders. The squirt and I are going out to the swing. Wait a minute, Mick. I have something for you. Dane reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. What is it? As usual, Mick was still hesitant at the sign of a gift. But Dane, who delighted in trying to spoil Mick as much as he did Angel, only laughed. I know the academic scholarship you got doesnt pay for everything, so this will help pick up some of the tab. Mick merely frowned until Dane gave an exaggerated sigh of impatience and opened the envelope. He waved the paper under Micks nose. Its from the company. We have our own set of tax deductible donations, and this year, my mother decided to expand into scholarships. The two combined ought to take care of most of your schooling expenses. And let me warn you, if you even think of refusing it, youll have to deal with Mother. Since Celia left the company and Mothers taken over again, shes more autocratic than ever. I believe she actually missed it. And shes taken to singing your praises, so dont even think to fight her on this. Mick looked ready to faint and with a numb expression, took the paper from Dane and read it. Silently, Angel retrieved her son, who promptly planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek, then laid his head on her shoulder. With everyone else he was a dynamo of constant motion. With Angel, he loved to cuddle. Very slowly, a grin settled over Micks face. Then with a loud whoop, he jumped up and slapped the ceiling. Angel felt like crying every time he acted like the young man he was, rather than the old man hed been forced to be. Since his mothers death, he spent more time than ever with her and Dane, and they were as close as a family could be. After a gentle hug to Angel, and a bruising bear hug to Dane, Mick swung Grayson up and headed out the door.

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Angel smiled at Dane. Youve been a good influence on him. He grunted. If only I could say the same for my sister. Oh no, what did she do now? About six months ago Celia had decided shed had enough of the corporate world, and following in Danes footsteps, she was determined to become a P.I. Dane was horrified, but didnt know how to stop her. In an effort to keep an eye on her, he gave her a job at his office, which rankled Alec no end. Just as Angel had predicted, nothing had come of a romance between them, and instead, their constant bickering kept Dane on the brink of insanity. Dane gave Angel a telling look. She almost got shot, thats what she did. She was supposed to locate that little chump who jumped bail, not try to bring him in. I dont remember the last time Ive seen Alec that mad. Why was Alec mad? Because he did get shot. Dane quickly grabbed her when she paled. Now, Angel, hes all right, just a flesh wound. The bullet grazed his thigh. But hes been raising high hell for the past two hours, and Celia, that witch, has steered clear, which means Ive had to listen to it all. It was too much, and Angel fell into a fit of giggles. Shed been so worried about Celia, whod become reclusive after her emotional hurt with Raymond. But now Celia was determined to experience everything life had to offer, and there was no one who could stop her, not even Alec. And heaven knew, he tried hard enough. Grown men might walk a wide path around him, but Celia continually tried to go through him. Im glad you think its so funny. Between Mother constantly working to reel me back into the company, and Celias antics, Im ready to go hide under my covers. He grinned at Angel. Want to come with me? Maybe. But first I need to talk to you. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane groaned. Tell me this wont be bad news, babe. I cant take any more bad news. Angel drew a deep breath. I told your mother Id need a leave of absence in about six months. Angel had agreed to fill in for vacationing secretaries, which she thought would be a weeks worth of work a month, and instead it was turning out to be more like three weeks every month. Something always seemed to come up so that she was required. Luckily her mother-in-law didnt mind when she did most of that work at home, so she could be with Grayson. On the days she had to be in the office, Dane adjusted his schedule. Or sometimes Mick, or Celia, or even Alec Is my mother wearing on your nerves? I thought the two of you were getting along pretty good? Its not that. Dane, do you remember when we first talked of getting married? He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. If youre thinking of backing out now, its too late. You signed the marriage certificate ages ago. Angel playfully punched his shoulder. Im pregnant. He froze for a heartbeat, then a gorgeous smile spread over his face. Pregnant? She nodded. Almost two months now. I waited to go to the doctor so I could be sure. His large hand opened over her abdomen, and as usual, she quickened in response. Its not twins? he asked, looking at her body. The doctor doesnt think so, so you can relax. He did, then he grinned some more. His hand on her belly turned caressing and he kissed her throat.

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Dane, I dont regret anything about my pregnancy with Grayson. If things hadnt happened as they did, I might never have had Grayson, and I might never have met you. Angel. He kissed her, his hand still resting where his baby grew. I love you, sweetheart. Angel spoke past a wobbly, heart-filled smile. The only thing missing the first time around was you. Dane kissed her again. And this time you have me. Yes. This time I have everything.

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Passion had clouded P.I. Celia Carter's judgment once. Never again. Now she took on dangerous undercover assignments to deal with her guilt. But P.I. Alec Sharpe was determined to reawaken Celia's sexuality… before she got herself killed. CHAPTER ONE Contents-Next Celia bit her lip. She felt naked in the tight, flesh-toned dress, too made-up with the cosmetics that had spent more time in her drawer lately than on her face. She was very aware of her bare thighs, of her exposed arms and cleavage. Though the air-conditioning hummed, she felt warm with embarrassment. Heads turned appropriately as she sauntered through the dim interior and took a direct path to the bar. She didn’t want to look too closely, but she was sure Mr. Jacobs, the slime, was here. She had his description and knew this was his prime picking ground. This was where he chose the women. Hopefully, he’d choose her as well. Slowly sliding onto a bar stool, she worked to gain his attention. Her heart pattered rapidly. Though she couldn’t deny the underlying fear she felt, she also relished the excitement, the anticipation… the end satisfaction. It had been laughably easy to leave her oldproper life behind, though her relatives were still having a hard time accepting it. They expected her to show up at the company office any day, dressed in a business suit, hair neatly tucked away in a functional, professional style, begging for her old job back. Ha. It didn’t matter that no one thought she could do this. All she had to do was prove toherself that she was capable, that she wasn’t too pristine or squeamish to see the job through. That she could make a difference in some other woman’s life. She’d do that tonight. It was a nice enough bar, she thought, smiling at the bartender as he took her order. They made idle small talk, and she slipped in the fact that she was a woman alone, new to town, without relatives or Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

friends in the area. He lingered, subtly, politely, asking her more questions. How long would she be in town, did she have ajob. He cautioned her to be careful, and she almost laughed. He worked with Jacobs, she was sure of it. Sipping at the drink she didn’t really want, she watched him walk away. Cool air from a ceiling fan brushed her bare thigh where her dress had parted at the side slit. Ever since they’d locked herfiance away for crimes too horrific to think about, she’d done all she could to forget her carnal appetites, to deny an overly sensual nature. Yet here she was, prepared to do her damnedest to get a man’s attention by using her body. Surreptitiously, she glanced down the length of the bar to the small round table located there, situated

in the far shadows. The man occupying the table, blond and very good-looking, perfectly matched the description she had been given. It was easy to recognize Jacobs; he had the same classic, refined, golden-boy appearance as her ex-fiance, a look she now recognized as slick and phoney. It took all her control to keep from reacting as he surveyed her through narrow, contemplative eyes. His gaze skimmed over her from her loose tousled hair down to her high-heeled sandals. Not wanting to be too obvious, to look too anxious, she turned her head away and flipped her hair over her mostly bare shoulder. Seconds later her pulse jumped,then raced wildly as she sensed the approach of a man. She didn’t turn to look but she could feel the tingling awareness of him, could detect his male scent, not in the least subtle. Yes! He was going to take the bait. Her palms began to sweat in nervousness but she ignored it. She felt him brush against her while taking his own stool, and that brief touch felt electric, making her jump in surprise. She struggled to moderate her accelerated breathing. He was looking at her; she felt the burning heat of his gaze as strongly as a firm stroke of flesh on flesh. Mentally rehearsing the speech she’d prepared, she turned to face him, her smile planted as she leaned slightly forward to display as much cleavage as possible, given her small size. Her gaze slowly lifted, met his, and she froze in horror.“Oh no.” “Hello, Celia.” The low, barely audible words were said in a familiar growl through clenched, white teeth. “Oh no.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His smile wasn’t a nice thing and sent gooseflesh racing up and down her spine. His eyes locked onto hers, refusing to let her lookaway, and his lips barely moved when he spoke. “Close your mouth, honey, or you’re going to blow your own cover. And I don’t feel like fighting my way out of here tonight. But then again, seeing you in that dress, a fight might be just what I need.” She snapped her mouth shut, but it wasn’t easy. The eyes looking at her weren’t blue, weren’t admiring, and didn’t belong to the man she was investigating, the man still sitting a good distance away, now watching curiously. These eyes were too familiar, a cold, hard black, and at that moment they reflected undiluted masculine fury. Her heart raced even faster, urged on by new emotions, new sensations. She felt nearly faint, and collected her thoughts with an effort. Forcing a shaky smile that actually hurt, Celia whispered, “Just what are you doing here, Alec?” She tried to make it look as if they were merely conversing, getting to know each other. She needed to maintain her camouflage, damn him, and Alec knew it. Rather than offer an answer, he tossed back a handful of peanuts from the bar and watched her. His black hair—taken to curling toward the ends—hung loose tonight to touch his wide shoulders and reflected the glimmer ofcolored bar lights. Those same lights shone brightly in his narrowed eyes, eyes that made many a man back up in nervousness without a single word being spoken. His sharply cut, ruthless features seemed etched in stone, accurately reflecting his mood. He even smelled of danger, a hot, spicy, masculine scent that appealed to the senses, even as it amplified her nervousness. Everyone in the bar seemed to be looking at them, waiting, but then Alec often got that reaction. He exuded menace, and people picked up on the silent threat quickly. He was a man who wore his tiny gold hoop earring and tattoo without artifice; the small decorations merely seemed a part of the overall man. His requisite jeans, scuffed boots and black T-shirt weren’t exactly appropriate dress for the upscale bar, but Celia doubted anyone would be brave enough to ask him to leave.

Shewas brave enough. “Look, Alec—” His dark, devilish gaze did a slow burn down the length of her body, effectively stifling her protest. He paused on her small breasts as they rose above the neckline of the dress, thanks to the wonders of the push-up bra. She shifted uneasily. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He smiled, not a reassuring sight, and his attention snagged again on her tummy. She felt that look inside herself, then more so as his intense scrutiny lingered on her exposed thigh. She wanted to smack him for rattling her so, but then she always wanted to smack Alec. He confounded her and angered her more than any man she’d ever met. But worst of all, he made her feel the undeniable reactions of a woman just by his mere presence, and she resented it. She didn’t want to want him, not when something inside her was a little afraid of him. He wasn’t an easy man, wasn’t domestic in the sense of the average male in today’s society. When he looked at her, when his black eyes met her own, she sensed a certain degree of savage wildness, of primal masculinity that couldn’t be tamed. She always hesitated to push him too far, and that angered her more than anything. “Answer me, Alec.” His smile was again more taunting than comforting. “I suppose I’m here to save your stubborn little behind, though to tell you the truth, that’s not my first inclination. At least, not whereyour posterior is concerned.” She sucked in a startled breath as heat flooded through her. What in the world did he mean by that? She couldn’t quite tell if it was a threat of physical punishment, which she could easily ignore, or a sensual promise, which would be impossible to ignore. Alec did that all the time, made those suspicious little comments that stirred feelings she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her one liaison of a romantic nature had ended in tragedy, and made her determined to ignore her baser instincts. They had overruled her common sense once, but never again would she put the people she loved in danger. Now she wanted to help protect women from bastards like her ex-fiance. But her experiences with him, while making her wiser, hadn’t in any way prepared her for a man like Alec Sharpe. When they’d first met, he’d made his interest in an affair, and his disinterest in marriage, well known. Celia wasn’t inclined to indulge either one, so she’d done her best to disregard his attentions—not at all an easy feat considering Alec was an impossible man to disregard on any level. But then she’d left her family’s company and joined her brother’s private investigations firm where Alec worked. He’d had a fit, appointing himself as her bodyguard, dogging her every step. Nothing had been the same since.Especially not after she’d gotten him shot a couple of weeks ago. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia winced, her guilt still keen. “Uh, should you be out and about on your leg already?” His eyes narrowed, the obsidian depths almost hidden by long, sooty lashes that she envied every time she looked at him. “That’s right, this is the first time I’ve gotten to see you face to face since that bullet hit my leg. Were you worried about me, sweetheart?” That purring undertone had herdefenses rising. Alec ruthlessly used every available opportunity to wear her down, to point out her shortcomings. She shook her head and feigned a casual interest in the bar.“Not at all. Your hide is as tough as nails and Dane said it was only a flesh wound.” “Yet you’ve still been avoiding me.” “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve just been… busy.”

Alec reached out and caught her chin, bringing her face around so she had no choice but to witness the seriousness of his gaze. Her heart tripped, her senses coming alive with the simple touch. “That bullet was meant for you,” he said, his tone low and rough, rubbing along her raw nerve endings. “If I hadn’t been there, you would have been shot. I thought you might have learned your lesson then, but obviously you’re not as bright as I first figured, considering you’re here now.” That was an insult she couldn’t let pass. She started to jerk away,then remembered her audience. She desperately wanted this case, wanted to prove she could handle herself while helping others, and if she got into an argument with Alec now, her cover would be blown. Dane had taught her that was the most important thing, the strongest safety measure. She had to remember to stay in character or she put not only herself at risk, but also the client and the other agents—in this case, Alec. So she leaned toward him instead, seeing his nostrils flare and hearing his indrawn breath as her lips came within amillimeter of his own. Her heart thumped heavily with her daring, but she was getting sick and tired of him playing caretaker, constantly checking up on her. She still thought it was mostlyhis own fault for getting shot. He’d distracted her by his unexpectedpresence, otherwise she would have seen the threat before it became a reality. She felt his incredible heat, smelled his musky, male scent, and felt his breath brush her parted lips. She stared into his dark eyes point-blank and a sense of sheer feminine daring filled her, almost obliterating her nervousness. It was like facing down a wild beast, exhilarating but also terrifying, making mush of her Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

insides. Against his mouth, she whispered, “I’m smart enough to know you have no say over what I do or don’t do, Alec Sharpe. So why don’t you just pretend you’re not interested in me tonight, and head on back wherever you came from so I can get on with my business?” Rather than backing off in anger as she expected, his long hard fingers slid from her chin to the back of her head where they tangled with her hair and wrapped around her skull, locking her firmly in place. She saw his small, satisfied smile before his lashes lowered, hiding his eyes. In response, Celia’s own eyes opened wide in alarm as she belatedly realized his intent.Too late. His mouth, hot and deliciously firm, closed over hers. Slow, softly biting, inexorably consuming, the kiss obliterated all thought. The world seemed to come to a shuddering standstill as his mouth devoured hers, hot and easy. She didn’t hear the quiet droning of the bar, no longer felt the bar stool beneath her or the cool air-conditioning on her skin. She lost awareness of the man she was here to investigate. Nothing penetrated her fogged mind but Alec and what he did to her, how he made her feel. Good grief, the man could kiss. His teeth teasingly nipped her bottom lip, and when she gasped for breath, his tongue licked inside,then plunged. She moaned in sheer surprise and excitement. He tilted his head, fitting their mouths more surely together and she thought she might have helped him with that, reaching blindly for him. The kiss seemed to go on and on before he finally pulled back, releasing her by slow degrees with soft, tiny kisses meant

to appease. She was so stunned, he had to pry her clutching hands from his shoulders and put them in her lap. Her first reaction was regret that he’d stopped—but it was quickly followed by the hot lash of shame. It had been a long time since she’d been kissed, forever since she’d been kissed likethat , and she’d responded as if starved. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to deny the truth about herself, but she couldn’t. She had hoped the awful ordeal with herfiance had cured her of her overly passionate nature. But Alec, a man who didn’t care for her, who relished insulting her and tried to bully her at every turn, had gotten an even stronger response from her. How could she have kissed him back like that, losing all sense of time and place and purpose? Where in the world was her pride? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

It took her precious minutes to get her bearings again, to hide the embarrassment that threatened to bring her low. And when she did, Alec was helping her off the stool. He had her purse in one fist, had paid her bill, and was leading her out. He walked behind her, automatically protecting her back, she knew, constantly nudging her forward. Oh no. She hadn’t accomplished a thing yet! She stiffened, but Alec’s hand came around her waist and curved over her belly. The thin material of her dress was no barrier against the hot hardness of his large palm. His long fingers spread, spanning her from hipbone to hipbone. She sucked in a startled breath in response and retreated backward, attempting to pull away. But that only brought her up flush against the front of Alec and she felt his tall, hard body all along the length of her back. His erection, so blatantly obvious, pushed against her bottom. She felt a new, wilder rush of heat and she locked her knees against the tightening curl of desire. Alec bent and his lips brushed her ear. To the onlookers, it appeared to be foreplay. To Celia, it was a sizzling threat. “Don’t lookback or you’ll give yourself away. Every man here, including the ones who count,figure I just made arrangements with you for the night. That was your objective, and for the moment, keeps you safe.” He pressed his mouth to her temple in a strangely tender kiss,then added, “From them.” From them.Meaning she still had to deal with him and that was much more alarming than what she’d faced in the bar. But she knew he was right. For now, there was no salvaging the night. She could come back tomorrow and hopefully her ruse would be validated by Alec’s actions. Mr. Jacobs, the blond, blue-eyed villain she’d been trying to meet, would see her as a desperate woman alone, an easy pickup. Celia forcefully snuffed out the small voice in her mind that claimed the ruse a reality. The kiss with Alec was a mistake; she wouldn’t let it happen again. She wasn’t desperate, or easy—not anymore. She was only determined to see the job done. One way or another, she’d keep her overheated sexuality under control, and she’d nail the man who was ruthlessly ruining young women’s lives. Mr. Jacobs picked up women who seemed to be alone, telling them he wanted them to model for him. Some of their photos might even make it into a small-circulation magazine or two. But that wasn’t what he really wanted. And Celia intended to prove it. She only hoped she’d made an attractive enough picture to draw his notice. Combined with the conversation she’d shared with the bartender, she hoped to have left enough bait. Forcing Jacobs to show his truecolors , exposing him to the authorities, would be an absolute pleasure. But her first priority, for now, was saving one young woman in particular. She couldn’t forget that; she couldn’t forget Hannah. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

As Alec led her to his truck, she thought about what she would say to him. The night air was warm and

humid in mid-July and the sensual haze lifted while she felt her skin grown damp beneath the slinky dress. He was still behind her, still pressing her forward, and she wanted to run. Alec Sharpe, her brother’s number one agent, had kissed her senseless. He had curved his big hand over her belly and she could still feel the imprint of it there though he’d moved it away when opening the door. She felt like an animal. “I can get home on my own.” Without explaining how he knew it, Alec said, “You didn’t drive, and I’m damn sure not letting you get on a bus or wait for a taxi.” She twisted to face him. “You have no say in what I do.” His eyes flashed down at her, then skimmed her body once again. “Wannabet?” They waged a silent battle for all of three seconds, but Celia knew she didn’t dare cause a scene so close to the bar. Anyone might see, and then questions would be asked, questions she couldn’t afford if she wanted to handle this case without complications, without embarrassing Hannah further. Taking her silence for acquiescence, Alec opened the truck door, lifted her by the waist and plopped her inside. He dropped her purse on her lap then slammed the truck door, and without a single care, strode to the driver’s side and slid in. Damn it, she’d known since the day she met him he was trouble. It didn’t matter that her brother, Dane, trusted him more than any other man he knew. It didn’t matter that her sister-in-law, Angel, actually let him baby-sit her sweet, innocent little son. It didn’t matter that he always got the job done, that he had never hurt her, that he had in fact taken a bullet meant for her on the last assignment she’d botched. What mattered was that he was lethal to her senses. He had kissed her, and she’d liked it. But his kiss had been meant to remove her from the bar without fuss. He’d used that kiss against her, just as herfiance had used her sexuality against her. And it had worked. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She couldn’t, wouldn’t, let herself get involved with him.For the past year-and-a-half, she’d effectively put her sensual, prurient nature under wraps, and she wanted to keep it that way. As soon as she got home, she’d call Dane and make him intervene. She hadn’t wanted to do that because it felt too much like tattling, like using her relationship with the boss to get specialfavors . But this was crucial. She had sworn off relationships after her last disastrous attempt at finding romance. Lust had blinded her to reality then, and the shame was still a part of her. But she was now older and wiser and determined to forge a new life for herself while making amends for past mistakes.Without sexual involvement. Dane was going to have to make Alec leave her alone. That was all there was to it. CHAPTER TWO Contents-Prev|Next “Put on your seat belt.” Alec was aware of her unease, but he wasn’t ready to comfort her yet. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d issued his less-than-subtle threat to her posterior. When he’d found her in that bar, playing at being a damn tramp and looking ripe for the part, he’d wanted more than anything to turn her over his knee. But he figured if he ever did have Celia Carter in such an interesting position, punishment would likely be the last thought on his mind. He knew he could never hurt her; hell, he’d taken a bullet rather than let her be hurt. But all other possibilities were still wide open. The things he did want to do to her were numerous, and driving him nuts. Especially since she seemed to make a career of telling him no—about everything. As a result, he was Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

learning to live with constant frustration.

He could almost feel her gathering her courage. She did that a lot with him and it amused him. Grown men had been steering a wide path around him since his late teens, but not Celia. Right from the start, she’d tried her best to stand up to him, but always there was a touch of fear in her mellow hazel eyes. She’d rail againsthim, give him hell, but with obvious nervousness. To him, the fact that she stood up to him despite her fear indicated a hell of a lot of guts and he admired that in a woman. In fact, he’d admired a hell of a lot about Celia Carter since first setting eyes on her. What he didn’t admire was her impetuous race for adventure that had kept her on the edge of danger ever since she’d left her family’s secure company and joined up with Dane. He still couldn’t figure that one out. So herfiance had turned out to be a gradeA bastard? There were plenty of them in the world to go around, and it certainly wasn’t Celia’s fault that she’d been too innocent to see through Raymond’s scam. Alec had already been working with Dane to nail Raymond for numerous crimes, not the least of which was the murder of Dane and Celia’s brother. At the time, they hadn’t known for certain that Raymond was the culprit, but they’d had their suspicions. In the end, Celia was the one who’d saved the day, sneaking up on Raymond and clobbering him with a tire jack while he’d held Dane and Angel at gunpoint. Celia had more than vindicated herself in everyone’s eyes. Everyone’sbut her own . Alec knew Raymond had hurt her tender feelings, trying to use Celia as a pawn in his schemes. It was the worst emotional insult a man could deal a woman, using her that way. She obviously felt horrible for having ever believed in him. In truth, Alec wondered what the hell she’d seen in Raymond. He’d disliked the man on instinct the moment he’d met him. But then he was good at what he did, and he’d been doing it a long time. The same wasn’t true of Celia. For the most part, and despite her loud claims to the contrary, she was still a wide-eyed innocent. So why the hell did shewant to risk her damn neck day in and day out trying to prove something? The anger washed over him again, fresh and raw, and he growled, “You’re not going back there, so you can stop your scheming right now.” Her head snapped around toward him and she glared. “I’m going to talk to Dane. You’re not my boss and I want you to quit acting like you are.” Primal satisfaction settled deep into his bones. With this one woman, he wanted every advantage he could get. “Now there’s where you’re wrong.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He felt a return of her wariness. He was so painfully attuned to her and her feelings, he always seemed to know what she was thinking and feeling. It unnerved him, even as it turned him on and made him more determined to have her. There was a link between them that she did her damnedest to deny. He wouldn’t let her do that much longer. When she was lying naked beneath him, he’d see to it that her thoughts werecentered solely on accepting him and the incredible pleasure he’d give them both. There’d be no room for doubt or denial. “What are you talking about?” He tightened his hands on the wheel, pressed his foot to the accelerator and relished this moment of proper balance between them. He hadn’t liked it worth a damn that Dane was her ultimate boss, leaving him no say-so in what Celia did or which job she chose. That had finally changed, and not a moment too soon, given where he’d found her.

Luckily, the darkness hid his smile, but the satisfaction came through in his tone. “With Angel pregnant again, Dane’s decided she needs an extended vacation. He’s rented a house in theCarribean and he’s taking the family there for a month. While he’s gone, I’m in charge.” He slantedher a look, saw her shock and decided to clarify just to make sure there were no misunderstandings. “So you see, Miss Carter, I am your boss.” “No.” He took great pleasure in nodding.“Afraid so.” “I won’t have it!” “You, Celia, have no choice.” Her hands fisted, her entire small body going taut in automatic rebellion. He wanted to pull her close, to cuddle her and reassure her; they were soft urges he hadn’t experienced with a woman in fifteen years and he didn’t welcome them now. He firmed his resolve, blocking out all the weakening, tender emotions. Protecting Celia was for her own good, so he’d do it whether she liked it or not. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Listen close, honey. If I find you even thinking about that particular case again, I’ll fire you in a heartbeat. As a matter of fact, from here on out, I’ll personally give you which assignments I want you to have. And you can bet they won’t include dressing like a hussy and putting your sweet little ass on the line.” He finished that grand statement with a flourish, pleased with himself and his implacable stance. But when he slowed the truck for a turn in the road, Celia unsnapped her seat belt and opened the door. Cursing, Alec slammed on the brakes and tried to steady the wheel. The truck shuddered to an immediate, bone-jarring halt. Alec saw red and reached for her, the idea of getting her over his lap more appealing by the moment. But she was already leaping out, her own anger giving her the advantage of speed. She landed awkwardly on her high heels, fell to her butt,then jerked quickly to her feet again. If his reflexes hadn’t been so good, and he hadn’t stopped the truck so quickly, she might have broken her neck. Waiting for the truck to actually stop hadn’t seemed like a concern to her. A middle-aged couple who’d been walking by on the dark night stopped to stare. Alec saw Celia dust herself off, nod at the people, then start briskly on her way, limping slightly. He quicklymaneuvered the truck to the curb, jerked out his keys and trotted after her.Damned irritant. Her brother was sharp as a tack, reasonable, calculating. There wasn’t an impulsive or careless bone in his body. Dane always knew what he was doing, and how he was going to go about doing it. He and Alec worked perfectly together, both of them practical, methodical,sensible . So where the hell had Celia gotten her foolhardy, damn-the-consequences attitude? Alec grabbed her arm and held on while she tried to jerk away. She swung her purse at him and he dodged it. “Just settle down, damn it, before you hurt yourself.” “You bullying behemoth, get your hands off me!” The names she called him usually made him grin. But not this time, not when he had an important point to make and already knew how resistant she was going to be. He clasped both her arms, effectively immobilizing her. Through clenched teeth, he growled, “Just this once, Celia, will you please use your head?” “I am using it,” she insisted, her eyes and cheeks hot with temper. “I’m going to go to the corner and Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

hail a cab, and from here on out, I want nothing to do with you. You think you’re going to fire me? Ha! I quit.” The pedestrians, still enthralled by the drama taking place in front of them, moved on quickly enough

when Alec’s darkest, most threatening glare shot their way. He pushed Celia into a small storefront doorway, out of the path and view of anyone else out wandering the streets on this blacker-than-pitch night. The corner streetlamp didn’t quite reach them, and they were isolated by the darkness. He forced himself to take three deep, calming breaths.Her statement that she wanted nothing to do with him had cut like a knife and left him bleeding. Damn her, she would not shut him out. Not anymore. “You’re being unreasonable,” he finally said, doing his best to keep his tone calm, to hide his own anger. No one, man or woman, had ever set him off like this, but then it had always been that way with Celia. She elicited more emotion from him, in all forms, than anyone he’d ever known. She could make him furious with a word, amuse him with a burst of temper, or arouse him to the point of pain with a simple shy look. He didn’t like it, but more than that, he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it, and feeling helpless was something he hated above all things. The only way he could see to get over it was to finally have her, to satehimself on the scent and feel and taste of her. He could easily spend a week doing just that, and he eventually would. But first he had to insure her safety. “Do you want to get hurt?” He shook her slightly, both hands now holding her bare shoulders. He was careful not to bruise her, but he wanted her attention, needed her to know he was dead serious. “Do you realize what could have happened to you last time if I hadn’t gotten in the way of that bullet?” She lowered her gaze and stared at his shirtfront. He had the almost overpowering urge to press his lips against the part in her fair hair. She was so damn baby soft all over.Soft hair, soft skin… soft smell. His chest suddenly felt tight, his muscles rigid, and he fought against it,against the effect she had on him. The need to kiss her, to eat her alive, was strong. He wanted to make her a part of him so she’d quit fighting so hard. He gave her another quick, careful shake. “Celia?” he demanded in a growl. “That was an accident,” she muttered, her voice quavering slightly. “I thought the guy was just jumping bail and that he’d be easy enough to bring in.” She peeked up at him, her hazel eyes wide and vulnerable, swallowing him whole and making his hands shake. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His fingers flexed on her shoulders, stroking, relishing the tender feel of her warm flesh. A slow burn started in his gut. “Celia…damn it, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You don’t know enough yet to get involved in cases like that. They’d grabbed that guy on petty theft, and he was small-time, but he knew bigger, more dangerous guys and you bumbled right into their dealings by following him without backup. You didn’t wait for a partner the way you’re supposed to and you didn’t call the cops when you should have.” She swallowed. “Does… does your leg still hurt?” It wasn’t his leg bothering him. He thought about lying, pondering whether his injury would have any effect on swaying her to stay away from danger. But he doubted it. She was so damn headstrong and unreasonable. “No. It’s fine.” “Nothing keeps you down for long, does it?” She peeked up at him again. “You’re so invincible.” Hardly.His hands tightened again, because around her he felt like a naked baby in the woods, but damned if he’d admit it. “I just wanted to prove I could do it,” she whispered, reacting to his anger. Her words made him want to explode. “Why?” She drew a shuddering breath, and his attention was diverted to her breasts. He wasn’t sure how it was done, since understanding the working of women’s underwear wasn’t high on his list of accomplishments, but her small breasts were fairly bursting out of that damn dress. They taunted him, when usually it was

her pert behind that grabbed his undivided attention.That and her unwavering stubbornness, which he admired even as he resented it. “You wouldn’t understand, Alec.” Probably not, since he’d forgotten what the hell they were talking about. He wanted to pull the plunging neckline of the dress two inches lower so he could see her nipples. Would they be pale pink, or a dark Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

dusky rose? He could almost taste her in his mouth, her sweet flesh puckering tight. His erection strained against his jeans. Lord, if just thinking about kissing her breasts made him shake with lust, he wasn’t sure he’d actually be able to survive being inside her. He closed his eyes in self-defenseand swallowed hard.But shutting out the reality of having her in his grasp only allowed him to dwell on the fantasy of getting her beneath him, warm and soft and ready. He groaned. “Alec?” He forced his eyes open, saw her worried gaze, and frowned. With one fingertip, he tipped up her chin. “What wouldn’t I understand, babe? Explain it to me.” She licked her lips, leaving them wet and shiny. “I need to make a difference. I’ve screwed up a lot in my life, hurt a lot of people.” Her self-recrimination did a lot to dispel his lust and clear his brain, so that her words held all his attention. He started to correct her, to tell her how wrong she was, but decided to let her talk it out instead. Later, he could set her straight. “I almost lost Dane, and I did lose Derek because I was too dumb to see Raymond for what he was. My entire family was hurt, the company was hurt. Innocent people were victimized. The only way I can live with myself now is if I help someone else.“ Alec smoothed his fingers over her cheek, tucking a blond strand behind her small ear. Her hair was soft and fine, with natural curl. “Hooking up with Raymond was a mistake, but we all make them. You can’t expect yourself to be exempt. And you can’t undo the past.” “I can try to make amends.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“To who?Dane knew what he was getting into, and you couldn’t have helped Derek even if you’d known. You didn’t even meet Raymond until after Derek had died.” It was an awfulsituation, one Alec knew she still hadn’t come to terms with. She’d only been a stepping stone in Raymond’s plot against her family, but of the survivors, she’d been emotionally hurt the worst. Raymond had started with industrial espionage, and quickly advanced into more deadly crimes. It had taken all Alec’s fortitude to allow the law to have him, rather than utilizing his own sense of justice. He could have taken care of Raymond without an ounce of remorse. Celia turned her face away. “I feel like I betrayed them all.” His heart twisted, and the pain was so unfamiliar, he jerked. Slowly, his hands flexed on her smooth shoulders, pulling her closer, which made the pain less noticeable. “Celia,” he whispered, the word a reprimand breathed into her ear, “you know that’s nonsense. Dane loves you, so of course he doesn’t blame you. And Angel adores you. You’ve become her best friend, a godmother to little Grayson.” Her small hands lifted to his chest and lightly rested there. Her forehead touched his sternum. “I can’t believe she’s forgiven me. It’s because of me that Raymond was able to threaten her.” She tilted back to stare up into his face, and her belly pressed against him. “She could have been hurt—” “Hush.” He laid a finger over her lips, fighting the urge to taste her again. That first kiss, meant as a showdown, had made him hard, and being near her had kept him that way. She’d tasted sweet, like cherries, but now her lip gloss was gone and he found her naked mouth even more appealing. “You’re

not responsible for Raymond’s actions, Celia. And the truth is,you saved Angel by showing up when you did and wielding that tire iron like a pro.” He smiled and she managed a skimpy smile in return. “Regardless of what you say, Alec, I know I hold part of the responsibility. And it… it disgusts me so much, knowing I was engaged to that animal, that I might have married him, that Idid sleep with him.” Alec froze, not wanting that image to invade his mind, but it was never far from there anyway. The thought of Celia having sex with Raymond sickened him and filled him with a killing rage. He dropped his hands and took a step back, trying to distance himself both physically and mentally. He didn’t want to care who she’d slept with, as long as she slept with him, too. But it wasn’t that simple and he knew it. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He loomed over her, ready to intimidate once again. “You won’t change anything by getting yourself killed. Do you think Dane deserves that right now, after he’s finally found happiness with Angel and the baby?” She wrapped her arms around herself, holding tight. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be extra careful from now on. But when I saw this case, I knew I had to do something.” “Damn it, Celia!” His frustration exploded, but he recognized her stubborn look and knew there’d be little chance of changing her mind. She glared at him, her chin jutting out at an obstinate angle. “Well you just refused it without even giving Mrs. Barrington a reason why!” In her pique, Celia no longer looked so vulnerable or so small. She stood barely five-foot-six in her heels, a good ten inches shorter than him. But when she gave her anger free rein, she reminded him of an Amazon. She clutched at the front of his shirt. “Do you know she thinks her daughter is involved inprostitution ? That she’s been forcibly coerced into it? Hannah thought she was joining a modelling agency, but now —” “Spare me, Celia,” he said in disgust, his anger rising once again. “I read the case and I interviewed Mrs. Barrington myself. Her daughter was a spoiled brat who left a very loving family behind to chase the limelight. I’ve heard it before. Hannah wants to be famous, and she’ll likely do whatever it takes to see it come true. Mrs. Barrington just can’t believe her precious daughter would willingly stoop so low. But it happens. There’s no one to save this time, and Hannah likely wouldn’t appreciate your intrusion into hercozy little lifestyle, anyway.” Celia thumped her fist, still tangled in his shirt, against his chest. She looked outraged and appalled. “You’re not even willing to check it out?” “I just told you, I already have.” He covered her hand with his own, holding it tight against him. “Trust me on this. I know more about it than you ever will and I have eons more experience.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“What does that mean?” Damn it. He swiped his hand through his hair, unwilling to tell her just how much experience he had with a situation such as this. Even thinking that far into the past made his head hurt. He narrowed his eyes and made his tone deliberately cold. “You’ve wasted your time coming here. Now let’s go. We’ll stop at the

room you rented so you can pick up your stuff, and then head home. No reason to spend another night here.” He had her halfway to his truck before she dug in her dainty heels. “I’m not going with you, Alec.” His patience was at an end. He turned to her,then bent down until his nose was almost touching hers. “Yes you are. If I have to haul your stubborn hide over my shoulder and tie you in the damn truck, so be it. But one way or another I’m taking you home.Now.” Her small body practically vibrated with anger, her eyes hot with it, and then her eyebrows lowered ferociously.“All right. I’ll come with you. But I’m not giving up this case.” “Then you’re still fired.” “I still quit,” she qualified, and slid into her seat. She didn’t look at him, but stared stonily ahead. Alec braced one hand on the dash and the other on the roof of the truck. He leaned in close, using every intimidation tactic he knew. “When I inform Mrs. Barrington you’re no longer with the agency, do you think she’ll still be willing to pay your expenses?” Celia curled her lip, for the moment too angry to be cowed by his excellent routine. One long manicured finger poked him in the chest with stinging force.“Fine. You do that and I’ll just work gratis. But one way or another I’m going to find out what’s going on with Hannah Barrington. I’m going to find out if her mother’s suspicions are correct.I’m going to help that girl . And you, Alec Sharpe, can’t do a single thing to stop me.” Alec got out of the truck and slammed the door, afraid he’d strangle the little witch if he stayed that close to her a second longer. She knew how to push all his buttons. No one, male or female, had ever Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

seemed to take so much delight in provoking him. Hell, most people were afraid to try! It wasn’t what he was used to, what he was accustomed to dealing with. Damn it, he wanted to see this at an end. He wanted Celia Carter kept safe. He wanted her—period. What a horrible situation to find himself in. He couldn’t do it, no matter how hard he tried, but he knew it would be best if he just stayed the hell away from her. From the day he’d met her, he’d seen all the signs. Miss Celia Carter was trouble with a capitalT , and he had the bullet wound to prove it. CHAPTER THREE Contents-Prev|Next The ride to her motel was made in absolute silence before Celia decided she couldn’t take it anymore. Alec was being so boring, she was about to fall asleep. The quiet, along with dark night and the breeze from the open windows were proving to be very hypnotic. She wasn’t even all that mad anymore.“Alec couldn’t help being the way he was. His bossy arrogance seemed an innate part of his nature. And overall, she accepted that it was concern which prompted his temper.Concern for her. He was one of those incredible men who thought everyone smaller or weaker warranted his protection, and nearly everyone was smaller and weaker than Alec. Not that she would allow him to boss her, but at least she could understand why he wanted to try. What had really kept her quiet for so long was the way he’d pulled away from her when she’d mentioned sleeping with Raymond. Evidently the awful truth of what she’d done, of what she’d allowed Raymond to do, disturbed him as well. But she couldn’t fault him for that, either. No one could disparage

her horrid judgment any more than she did. The quiet had given her plenty of time to think, though, and she’d come to several conclusions. She Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

didn’t like it, but she was forced to face the truth. She needed Alec’s help. Staring at his hard profile, she sighed. “So are you going to brood all night?” “Yes.” She almost laughed at that, her mood lifting slightly. He was such a big, dark, awesome man to admit to actual brooding. But she could see he was more relaxed now, too. That ever-present aura of danger that loomed around him like a thick black cloud had softened. His hands were no longer gripping the steering wheel as if he might snap it in two, and his jaw wasn’t as tightly clenched. Celia smiled at him, hoping to cajole him into a more agreeable frame of mind. “I have a sort of ‘off the topic’ question for you.” He gave her a suspicious look, his black gaze cutting over her features before he reluctantly shrugged. “Go ahead.” “How did you know where I was? I made a point not to drive, to take the dumb slow bus instead so people would see my car in the driveway and think I was still at home.” She didn’t mention that the “people” she’d most wanted to elude was Alec. But as usual, he was one step ahead of her. As she spoke, he pulled into the motel parking lot where she’d rented a room. Celia shook her head in amazement. “And how did you know I was staying here?” He made an impatient sound and shut off the truck’s motor. “I’m a P.I. This is what I do.” He shifted in his seat to face her, one long arm stretching out along the back of the seat, almost touching her. The darkness of the cab’s interior closed around them, relieved only by the lights of sporadic traffic. She could smell hisscent, feel the warmth of his big body. His arm with the tattoo was closest to her, and she glanced at it. It was too dark for her to see it clearly, but she’d studied it many times and always wondered at the significance. A man like Alec didn’t tattoo his arm with a heart, pierced by an arrow, for no reason. She just didn’t have the nerve to ask him what that reason might be. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She shifted restlessly in her seat. “Buthow ?” she demanded, going back to her original question. He narrowed his gaze, his look calculating, and she warned, “Don’t you dare lie to me, Alec.” One finger touched her hair, twining around a loose curl, unnerving her further and filling her stomach with sensual butterflies. He watched his hand, his dark eyes glinting in the soft moonlight. She saw the moment he decided to tell her the truth. His shoulders lifted in a slight, unconcerned shrug. “I broke into your house and found your travel plans.” Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him in utter disbelief. She took refuge from his overwhelming nearness in the flash of anger that jarred her wits back. “You did what?” Disgruntled, he released her and opened his door. Celia scrambled out her own side before he could circle the truck, then stepped in front of him, hands on hips, chin thrust out, blocking his way. “You broke into my house?” she demanded, injecting as much outrage in the words as she could. He ignored her and she had to quicklybackstep since he didn’t stop, thenwas forced to skip to keep up with him.

“I didn’t do any damage.” He said it as if that would be her only concern, as if the invasion of her privacy was nothing at all. He glanced down at her,then added, “You need an alarm system. I’ll take care of it when we get back.” Celia slung her purse strap over her shoulder and clasped both hands around the back waistband of his tight jeans as he started up the outside stairs leading to her second-floor room. She dug in her heels, but only got dragged in his wake. “Damn it, Alec, will you wait up a minute?” “We can talk in your room, honey, while you pack up.” She stumbled on the concrete steps and he reached back, disengaging her hands and pulling her up alongside him. He kept a solicitous hand at her elbow, offering her support in her high heels. “Did you hurt yourself when you leaped out of my truck?” “No.” Nothing more than a tender ankle, and since he’d blown off the impact of a bullet wound to his thigh, she certainly wasn’t going to complain about something so minor. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Good.” He continued dragging her along. Celia seethed. She had no intention of packing up. In fact, she still had hopes of convincing Alec to stay and help her. Alec and Dane were forever claiming “gut instincts” to account for every hunch they had that couldn’t be explained, but proved true nonetheless. Well, she had a wrenching, screaming “gut instinct” right now, and it was telling her that Hannah Barring-ton was in big trouble and Celia was her only hope. She couldn’t, wouldn’t turn her back on Hannah now, no matter what. If she did give up on the twenty-year-old girl, she’d never again be able to face herself in the mirror. But she was smart enough to know her chances of actually helping Hannah would be much better if Alec lent his expertise. Getting him to do that would be tricky. Especially if she killed him first. When they reached the landing and circled to her room, Alec turned to face her. He reached for her purse and Celia knew a physical struggle would be pointless. He was coming in and since she hoped to convince him to help her, she didn’t want to cause a fuss about it. Still, she snatched her purse out of his reach and glared at him. “I’ll get thekeycard . Just hold on a second.” He was impatient, looming over her as if he expected her to pull out a gun instead. Ha! If she had one, she would already have hit him over the head with it. Celia thrust thekeycard into his hand and said at the same time, “I can’t believe your gall. How would you like it if I broke into your home?” He swung the door open and reached inside for a light. His voice was pitched low, with a husky drawl. “Anytime you want to visit my place, honey, you just let me know. The invitation is always open.” Celiasputtered, annoyed at what she was sure was another sexual reference. Then the light spilled over them and Alec could suddenly see into her room. For once his look was comical rather than terrorizing. “What the hell?” Celia peeked around his shoulder, and flinched. She’d forgotten that she’d left the room in such cluttered disarray. The room’s dingy carpeting could barely be seen for the objects covering it. Alec slowly turned to stare down at her, one black brow quirked high. “What the hell have you been up to?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Exercising?” Her voice emerged as an embarrassed squeakThe personal goals she’d set for herself were just that—personal She didn’t want anyone, especially Alec, to know about them. He blinkedtwice, his look filled withskepticism , then again surveyed her room. He took his time, his gaze going over the padded floor mat, the ankle and wrist weights, the five-pound barbells, a jump rope, and finally landing on the expandable chin-up bar she had wedged open in the bathroom doorway. So

far, she’d managed to get her chin over it twice. He shook his head, and his long hair skimmed over his shoulders. “Who the hell do you think you are?That crazy broad from the Terminator movie?” Celia’s face burned and she reluctantly followed him inside, pausing beside the door. “I’m just trying to stay in shape. I was getting too soft.” His gaze caught hers and held. Two heartbeats later, he slowly reached around her and shoved the door shut with the flat of his hand. His other palm landed on the wall next to her head, caging her in. She could feel his thick wrists just touching her bare shoulders as he leaned down toward her, angling his chest so close she inhaled his scent with every rapid breath she took. “Crazy Celia,” he muttered, nuzzling close to her. “I like you soft.” She thought about ducking. She thought about running. Her body had other thoughts. When his mouth touched hers, it was like tasting live electricity. She jerked, gasping at the same time and giving him the opportunity to sink his tongue into her open mouth. Her responding groan told him things she didn’t want him to know. He ate at hermouth, big, soft, slow love bites that made her want more, made her chase his mouth with her own. She loved how he kissed. “Alec…” “Hush,it’s okay, baby.” And then he gave her that killer kiss again until her arms were tight around his neck, their bodies fused together, rocking. He was so incredibly hard, so solid. She loved the way his breath was broken, how his hands shook, and the way his hips pushed rhythmically against her where she needed the pressure most… Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His mouth moved to her throat, making her toes curl. “I don’t want to do this,” she whispered, but where the words came from she had no idea. She hadn’t been touched like this in a long time, and she wanted him so badly, her body was with him every step of the way. Alec growled, “Yes you do.” Yes I do. He skimmed one narrow shoulder strap down her arm while his mouth left damp, hot kisses over the sensitive skin of her collarbone, the hollow of her shoulder, the slope of herupthrust breast. She felt cool air touch her breast, then the incredible, contrasting heat of his rough palm as he slid his hand inside her bra. They both groaned together at the exquisite feel of it. His forehead touched hers, his eyes closed as if in pain while he caressed her, gently learning the shape of her, weighing her in his palm. She could feel a subtle trembling in his entire body, could feel the harsh, rapid thumping of his heartbeat, echoing her own. “Celia?” He continued to caress her, but his tone sounded strained, as if he held his control on a very tight, very fragile leash. He rubbed her belly with his erection, making certain she understood what he asked. Tears threatened. Her body was screaming for her to say yes, to give in. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the top, to make her mindless with release. Just the way he cupped her breast, the rough rasping of his thumb over her tender nipple, had her on the verge of climax. She felt empty and hungry, every nerve ending sizzling and alive. And that’s what upset her most of all.

Why did it have to be this way? Why was she so damn easy? She wanted to be ruled by her mind, by her caring and intelligence and pride. Not by animal lust. Alec had made it plain that he thought her incompetent, that he didn’t want a relationship with her, only sex. And her body didn’t care. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The sob caught her by surprise, shaming her further. Alec froze, going painfully still against her, and then he pulled his hand free and gathered her close and the emotions swelled inside her until they overflowed. She didn’t want to cry on his shoulder, but as usual, he wasn’t giving her any choice. She struggled to get away from him, but his arms locked around her, not allowing so much as an inch between them. “Shhh, it’s all right.” One big hand pressed to the back of her head and forced it into the notch of his shoulder. She knew her tears were wetting his bare skin; she could feel the hot, soft skin of his throat against her face. His other hand rubbed up and down the length of her spine, consoling her, comforting her, filling her with immeasurable guilt for letting things get so far out of hand: After half a minute of fighting the inevitable she clutched him tight. It simply felt too good to be held, to be comforted. Through rough sobs and humiliating sniffles, she managed to choke out, “I don’t want to want you, damn it.” He rubbed his cheek against her head and answered softly. “Yeah, I think I figured that out.” She didn’t have room for much leverage, but she got a fairly decent thump of her fist against his solid chest. “Noty-y-you , dummy.Anyone.” His hand paused in its stroking,then picked up the soothing rhythm again. “Care to tell me why?” “No.” “Celia.” His sigh blew over her damp cheek. He tried to look at her face, but she tucked it close to him and held on tight when he tried to tilt her back. She knew her makeup was ruined and she wasn’t done crying, so she had no intention of having him ogle her. “Honey, I have a hard-on that could kill, and it’s not going to be going away any time soon. Don’t you think it might be nice if you just explained things to me? I really would like to understand.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She shook her head. “I know you wanted me.” Again he tried to look at her, wanting confirmation, and again she resisted. “I mean, with the way you were kissing me and moving against me. And your nipples were—” She groaned, and quickly nodded. “Then why not, honey? We’re both adults. I wouldn’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” She thumped him again, indignant. “I’m not afraid of you.” She heard the smile in the way he answered. “Yes you are.” “Well, only sometimes.” She sniffed once more and wiped her eyes on his T-shirt, keeping her face close so he still couldn’t look at her. She wasn’t ready to face anyone yet, not herself, certainly not him. “You try to make me afraid.” “No.” “Yes you do. You try to make everyone afraid.” His fingers tangled in her hair and began massaging her scalp. She still felt aroused, but now she felt sleepy, too, utterly drained and strangely protected. She hadn’t cried much since finding out herfiance was aslimeball using her to hurt her family and hoping to get rich in the bargain. She’d refused to allow herself that luxury. But crying now had felt good, sort of cathartic and cleansing. She drew a slow deep breath, and ended uphiccuping . Alec kissed her temple. “Celia, why don’t you want to make love with me?”

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The way he said that made her want to throw him on the bed and do unspeakable things to his hard, gorgeous body. She started shaking again and he held her a little closer, lending his quiet support. Finally, unable to figure a way out of it, she shamefully whispered, “I’m not like most women.” That gave him pause and she could feel him thinking, coming up with so many ridiculous, off-base ideas. She shook her head. “I don’t mean… I’m not physically different. Well, that is…” “Just tell me straight out, honey. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it.” A nervous, almost hysterical giggle escaped her tight lips. Oh, she had no doubt he’d love to deal with it. Raymond certainly hadn’t objected, though he’d occasionally taunted her with her weakness. After he’d been found out, Raymond had taken great pleasure in telling her how easy she’d been, how she’d offered no real challenge at all. Well, she would never be easy again, though Alec Sharpe surely did wear on her convictions. Her mind froze up with that ugly, painful thought and she jerked away from Alec’s hold, turning her back and making a zigzag, awkward path around the cluttered floor to the bathroom. She paused in the open doorway, keeping her back to him. “I want you to leave now.” Two seconds passed, and he said, “Not until you tell me what’s going on.” She straightened her back and lifted her chin. He was right, after the way she’d just behaved with him, he deserved the truth. Her throat felt swollen from her recent crying jag, and her head pounded as she forced out the awful words. “I have a… a sexual problem.” Alec didn’t say a word. There was such complete suffocating silence that she couldn’t bear it. She darted into the bathroom and slammed the door, then leaned back against it and covered her face with her hands. Now he knew the truth. He’d likely leave in disgust, wanting nothing to do with her, and her chances of helping Hannah would diminish to almost zero. How could she help anyone else when she couldn’t even help herself? A hard pounding rattled the door, making her spring away with a short scream. She whirled, one hand clutching her heart. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Goddammit, Celia,open this door right now!” She stared, unable to even blink. He was angry? The door trembled again, threatening to splinter, as Alec hammered on it. She jumped back another cautious step. “I’m giving you to the count of two,then I’m opening the door my own way.” Celia gawked. “One!” He wasn’t going to give her much time to consider her options, she thought. But then, there was really only one option anyway. She reached for the doorknob. CHAPTER FOUR Contents-Prev|Next Alec was so mad he could barely see straight. He opened his mouth to shout “two” and heard the lock click open. He propped his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes, waiting for Celia to present herself. Ha, what did shethink, that she could make a crazy statement like that and then just tell him to get Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

lost?Fat chance. He figured Raymond Stern had something to do with her little bombshell revelation, and he regretted his

noble decision to let the law have him. If he could go back and do things over, he would. “Get your butt out here, Celia.” Reluctantly she opened the door. Her face was ravaged, blotchy red from her tears and with makeup everywhere. His heart softened, making his entire system go on alert. Damn, but he would rather take a beating than see her cry. His jaw worked for a moment while he fought his natural instincts, to lift her in his arms, toss her on the bed, and prove she had not a single problem in the world. Hell, he wanted her sobad, they’d burn up the mattress in record time. And then he’d start on round two. He figured he could make love to her all night long and not get his fill. But judging by her expression, she wasn’t up to a sexual marathon at the moment. Right now, she needed him rational, not ruled by an overactive libido. He hadn’t had urges this strong since he’d been a teenager, and back then, he’d had his pick of girls to handle the problem. This time, though, he didn’t want anyone but Celia. And he’d wait—for just a little longer. He drew a long breath, reaching for a modicum of control, but unwilling to let her know what a strain it was. “I want you to take a shower and change.” There. That had sounded calm enough. Despite thefact that damn dress she wore was keeping his need on a razor’s edge. She nodded her head, suspiciously submissive for the moment. “When you’re done,” he said, watching her closely, “we’re going to talk.” “I thought you wanted to leave right away.” “Later. Maybe even in the morning. For now, just get yourself comfortable, all right?” A thought struck him and he added, “Have you eaten? Are you hungry?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“No.” No what? No she hadn’t eaten or no she wasn’t hungry? He decided to make the decision himself, which was what he should have been doing all along. He’d order up some sandwiches and coffee, feed her,then get a few things settled with her. He sighed again. “Where are your clothes?” “In the suitcase in the closet.” She stood docile while he opened the case and yanked out jeans and a T-shirt,then handed them to her. “I need panties, too.” She wiped at her eyes with a shaking hand, removing some of the mascara that was smudged there. His heart thumped again, and that damn tenderness threatened to bring him to his knees. Turning back to the case he grabbed up a pair of pale pink nylon panties and thrust them at her. She sniffed, turned her back, and went into the bathroom without a word. As soon as the door clicked shut Alec thrust both hands into his hair and pulled. Christ, she was making him crazy. First fighting him tooth and nail, refusing to give so much as an inch, and now acting like an obedient child. He wasn’t at all certain which he hated worse. Celia was constantly taking him off guard; he thought she probably did it on purpose just so he’d never know how to react. He heard the water start, pictured her naked in the shower, and slammed one fist against his thigh. To keep his mind off bare, wet, feminine skin, he called and ordered room service. Even in such a run-down rat motel, they had an attached bar with a fairly varied menu and he ordered two sub sandwiches, a pot of coffee and pie. While he was waiting for that to be delivered, he called Dane. The line was answered on the second ring. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Yeah?” Alec heard feminine giggling in the background. He should have known, given the time of night, Dane would be preoccupied. He rolled his eyes. Dane’s marital bliss was about enough to choke a lesser man, but Alec could take it—barely. “I found your sister.”

He heard a shuffling, and the next words were muffled. “Shh, just a minute honey. It’s Alec.”Then into the receiver, “Good job. I never doubted it, Alec. Now I’m kind of busy—” “She was dressed like a tramp, hanging out in a bar trying to pick up Jacobs.” Dane uttered one short, crude word. “Yeah, that’s how I figured it. I got her out of there, but she’s determined to go back. She has some damned vigilante attitude about saving Hannah Barrington.” Alec couldn’t quite keep the disgust from his tone, but every time he thought of Celia putting herself on the line for theBarringtongirl he wanted to rage against the injustice of it. Very quietly, Dane said, “I’m glad she’s concerned, despite how you feel about it, Alec. But I don’t want her involved in that mess.” “I threatened to fire her if she didn’t back off.” Dane cursed again. With a wry twist to his mouth, Alec said, “I see you already guessed how she reacted to that.” “You’re slipping, buddy.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Like hell. I’ll drag her home if I have to.ButI’mnotleaving her here alone to tangle with Jacobs.” “Why are you so worried if you really think there’s no problem for Hannah?” Alec stilled as he realized he’d backed himself into a corner Even Dane didn’t know his complete reasoning for wanting no part of this particular case, but being Dane, he was likely making some pretty damn astute guesses. Alec tried for a bluff. “Hannah’s probably having the time of her life. But your damn sister alone is trouble waiting to happen.” “Celia’s not as fragile as you think.” Alec heard a voice in the background, heard Dane whispering, and then he said, “Angel wants to talk to you.” “No! Damn it, Dane, don’t you dare—” “Hello, Alec.” Alec sighed. When he got Dane alone, he was going to strangle him. “Hi, hon. How’re you feeling?” Angel didn’t seem to have any problems carrying this baby, but like Dane, Alec would feel a lot better if she took things a little easier. The trauma she’d gone through with her first son, Grayson, was still fresh in everyone’s mind—except maybe Angel’s. “I’d be feeling a lot better if you’d quit trying to bully Celia.” “Well—” “I’ve gotten rather fond of you, Alec, despite my first impressions. And Grayson adores you. But if you don’t stop pushing Celia around, she’s going to kill you.” “Well—” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Not only that, but I’d think you could be a little more understanding. She’s trying to start a new life, which means putting the old life behind her. But you won’t help her at all! All you keep doing is telling her that she can’t possibly do it.” “Well—” “I’ve finally gotten Dane to lighten up on her a little, and what do you do? You step in and pretend to be her father and big brother and husband all wrapped into one.” Alec held the phone away from his head and stared at it, appalled. He sure as hell didn’t feel like a

blood relative where Celia was concerned, and he’d be damned if he’d ever be a husband again. He was a man who learned from life’s little lessons, and that one in particular was one he’d never forget. When he cautiously returned the receiver to his ear, he caught Angel in mid-tirade, still going strong. The water shut off in the bathroom and Alec quickly interrupted Angel. “Igotta go, sweetie. Tell Dane not to worry. I’ll take care of things.” “Wait a minute!” He sighed again, feeling very put upon. “What?” Angel wasn’t the least put off by his surly tone. “Will you stay there and help Celia or not?” Tonight appeared to be his night to reason with unreasonable women. “It’s dangerous, Angel. She could get hurt.” “Not with you there to watch over things. Dane says you’re the very best. I know you can handle this and make sure Celia stays safe.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He felt cornered, damn it, and his tone lowered to a growl. “I don’twant to stay here and make sure she’s safe. It’s a wasted trip.” “Celia doesn’t think so.” The soft way Angel spoke made him feel guilty. Was he being insensitive to Celia? Was it really so dangerous that he couldn’t indulge her, or was it just his own personal prejudice against this case that was deciding him? It took him less than two seconds to realize it was both. Angel wasn’t done laying on the guilt. Funny how all women seemed to instinctively know the shortest route to manipulating a man, even a man they couldn’t claim as their own. Why the hell didn’t Dane step in and provide some distraction? “Alec, are you listening to me?” “Yeah.” “If you’re not going to stay, then I can’t possibly go off on a trip and leave Celia alone. She’ll need someone who understands and supports her.” Alec wondered if offering understanding and support would soften Celia alittle, help remove that damn “no” from her vocabulary. Dane’s hard tone interrupted his musing, blaring into the phone even though Angel still held it. “He’ll stay.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Giving in to the inevitable, now that he’d admitted to himself hecould keep Celia safe, Alec echoed with a sigh, “I’ll stay.” “Good.” There was a second’s pause, just enough to prepare him, before she added, “We love you, Alec.” He heard Dane snicker in the background and felt his entire face heat. He hated it when Angel did that, got all mushy on him, and Dane damn well knew it, which was probably why he encouraged her in that melodramatic crap. He didn’t want her to say the words and he sure as hell didn’t want her to feel them. Not for him. He could do without love, just as he always had. In fact, he preferred it that way. Of course, what he preferred never seemed to matter much once Angel had her mind set on something. And she’d made him a part of their family, which meant she was determined that he accept her love.Unaccountable female. Trying not to sound too surly, or worse, like he was embarrassed by her affection, Alec muttered, “Yeah, well, good night.” He hung up quickly, just as Celia opened the bathroom door and stepped out. She had on faded jeans that fit her slim legs to perfection and a soft, thin T-shirt that draped over the

small mounds of her breasts. She looked great dressed up, but he found her just as appealing when she dressed down, maybe even more so. The first thing that clearly registered in his beleaguered brain was the fact she was braless. Then he took in her bare feet, her scrubbed pink face and slicked-back, still-wet hair, and everything in him tightened. Brother, father, husband hell. He wanted to be her lover. He stood slowly, unable to pull his gaze away from her. “I ordered up some food. It should be here soon.” She nodded, not quite meeting his eyes. She had that killer dress and the high heels in her arms and she laid them aside on the dresser. As she moved, Alec noticed her limping slightly and he scowled. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Are you hurt?” “No.” He stepped closer, just about sick of her playing so timid. On some level, he enjoyed scrapping with her, though he’d never admit it to her. But fighting with Celia was, in many ways, more enjoyable than having sex with other women. It surely heated his blood more. Of course, everything to do with Celia heated his blood. He caught her chin and lifted it. “Don’t ever lie to me, Celia. You’re limping. Did you hurt yourself when you jumped out of my truck?” Her lashes were still spiky from the shower. She blinked slowly, her hazel eyes bright, and a slight flushpinkened her skin. “My feet are sore. I’m not used to wearing high heels anymore.” He moved his thumb, gently brushing it back and forth over her small rounded chin. Her skin was so soft, he wanted to touch her all over, rub himself naked against her, feel that softness under him, accepting him. He took a steadying breath. “I’ll rub your feet for you.” Her eyes widened and she nervously blurted, “I want to make a deal with you.” One brow lifted high. He was about to tell her he’d stay and help her with the damn Barrington case, just so she could relax and stop being so jumpy, but now she had him curious. He led her over to the edge of the bed, urged her to sit,then knelt before her. He lifted one small foot into his hands, and as he started rubbing, pressing his thumbs into her arch, he said, “So? What’s the deal?” Her toes curled in his hand, making him smile. “I need your help if I’m going to be able to do any good with this case.” “Yes, you do.” He flexed her foot, heard her small groan and began rubbing each small, pink toe. She had nice feet, as intrinsically female as the rest of her. They were so small, so narrow and smooth Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

andpale, they seemed swallowed up by his large rough hands. “I’ll… I’ll do anything you want if you’ll help me save Hannah.” His hands stilled. His gaze shot from her foot to her face and narrowed there. He didn’t say anything, not trusting himself to speak. Celia appeared to be holding her breath, her eyes round,the pulse in the hollow of her throat fluttering anxiously. When he only watched her, doing his best to keep his anger under wraps, she burst out in nervous explanation. “I know you think I’m not fit to do this work. You’ve done nothing but harp on me about quitting, about going back to the family business.” She paused, drew a deep breath. “Well, I’ll do it.” “It?”He couldn’t get his jaw to work, so the one-word question was whispered through clenched teeth. She nodded. “I’ll… I’ll go back. But only if you help me to help Hannah first.”

The tension eased out of him by slow degrees. She wasn’t bartering her body as he’d first assumed. She’d agree to quit,to return to her old job where she’d be safe. It was what he’d wanted, what he knew would be best for her. Angel’s words echoed in his mind, making his muscles tense with guilt.She’ll need someone who understands and supports her . Very slowly, he released her foot and put both hands on her knees. Still holding her gaze, he gently urged her legs apart. Whatever Celia needed, he wanted to give it to her. Her eyes widened again, but he was already there, already moving up over her, gently easing her down onto the mattress while wedginghimself firmly between her soft, spread thighs. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her beneath him, the gentle cradle of her open body. Pressing his hips down and in, he moved against her, torturing himself with the pleasure of it. “Alec?” Her voice was high and thin. “What if that’s not what I want the most, Celia?” He felt his heart drumming, his stomach twisting with need. “What then?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She swallowed hard, the sound audible in the quiet room. She blinked twice before squarely meeting his gaze. “I can’t give up on Hannah.” His senses ignited, heat rushing over him in waves. All he could think was that she was giving in tohim, she wanted him to make love to her. He leaned down to kiss her, already breathless with anticipation—and a knock sounded on the door. His head jerked up and his entire body went rigid as he instinctively prepared for the possible threat. “Room service!” Several curses came to mind, but it was Celia scrambling out from beneath him, her panic almost tangible as she leapt from the bed and rushed back into the bathroom, that helped him maintain control. Once again, that door was slammed. Alec flopped down on the bed and flung one arm over his eyes. Tonight wasn’t going at all as planned. And given what had just almost happened, he had a feeling it was going to get a lot worse before it got better. Typical, whenever he dealt with Celia. Celia slowly chewed on her sandwich. She didn’t really want it, not when nothing had been settled between them. She felt like an idiot for fleeing to the bathroom again. At least this time Alec hadn’t abused the door to get her out. He’d merely asked her if she was ready to eat, and she’d calmly walked out as if she hadn’t been hiding. Dumb. She had to get a grip if she wanted to talk him into helping her. The noisy air conditioner in her room barely took the edge off the heat. The air felt heavy, thick. The food tasted bland to her nervous tongue. Alec sat across from her at the small, scarred table wedged into the corner of the room. There was barely space to move between it and the edge of the bed. He’d sat so that he faced the door, a conscious decision on his part because Alec was always alert, always prepared. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

With him, she had no doubt she could save Hannah. But Alec kept looking at her with his narrow-eyed gaze, speculating, just waiting to start grilling her and putting her on the spot. She decided to beat him to the punch. The key to dealing with Alec was to stay in control. She cleared her throat, took a large swallow of the coffee,then looked him dead in the eye. Sheesh, he was gorgeous. “Come on, honey, out with it.” Alec grinned slightly, one eyebrow lifted. “I can see you have something

to say, so say it.” Celia scowled. “How do you do that?” “Read your mind?” He tugged at his earring absently. “I don’t know, except that we’ve got some kind of chemistry going, whether you want to admit it or not.” She lowered her eyes. “Actually, that’s part of my… um, problem.” “Yoursexual problem?” Heat rushed into her cheeks. She hated the way he just blurted that out, but she knew he was deliberately rattling her, so she lifted her chin and again forced herself to meet his gaze. “Yes.” Alec took a healthy bite of his own sandwich, taking his time while he chewed and swallowed.“Didn’t seem to me like you had a problem.” His attention dropped to her breasts and her nipples immediately peaked. His eyes narrowed. “Everything appears to be working just fine.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She had to lock her knees to keep from running away again. She was so ashamed of herself, it was all she could do to sit there and face him. “That’s part of the problem.” Now he looked surprised, and a tad annoyed. He swallowed the last of his food and glared. “Come again?” Fiddling with the spoon for her coffee just to give her fingers something to do, Celia admitted, “I’m not very discriminating.I suppose I’mwhat’s called a loose woman.” She felt his gaze like a laser burn and this time she couldn’t look up. “A loose woman?” Something in his tone sounded lethal and she braced herself. “After the way I let Raymond use me, putting so many people in danger, I decided I would never again get involved with a man who didn’t really care about me. I thought I had learned my lesson, that my pride was enough to keep me from being foolish. But…” She swallowed hard, searching for the right words. “You… you look at me, and I forget all my convictions.” “This is all because youwant me?” He sounded irritated and a little disbelieving. “I want you. But not for the right reasons.” Alec shot out of his chair and she braced herself, watching him wide-eyed. Rather than come to her, he stalked away, his hands on his hips, his shoulders rigid. Through the tight T-shirt, she could clearly see every muscle of his back. “Alec, when we first met you made it clear you didn’t want a relationship. Every time we’re together you make it clear that you don’t trust me, that you don’t even really like me.” He whipped around to stare at her, incredulous. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She faltered just a bit, but her gut instincts toward Hannah couldn’t be ignored. “You just want me for sex, and as much as my body might like the idea, my brain is disgusted and ashamed.” “Your brain?”He started toward her, slowly stalking, his eyes narrowed and intent on her face. She quickly slid out of her chair and stepped behind it. The crowded room gave her little enough space to navigate. “Stop trying to intimidate me! I hate it when you do that, especially when I’m only trying to give you the truth.” “The truth being that you have some harebrained idea that sex without love everlasting is dirty?” He stopped in front of her, towering, angry. Celia pushed the chair aside and pointed her finger at him, her own anger taking over. “Sex without some kind of emotional commitment is dirty! It’s just sex.” “Which can be damn satisfying!” “Not for me!” She realized they were both screaming and tried to calmherself . Good grief, she didn’t want to run him off, and she certainly didn’t want everyone in the motel to know their personal business.

She pushed a hand through her wet hair and took several deep breaths. “I’m sorry for sort of leading you on. You kiss me, and I forget what I’m doing and what it is I want to do. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t touch me anymore.” “Like hell.” Celia ignored that. “I have a lot to make up for, Alec, mostly because I was blinded by Raymond and who he was. And the reason I was so blinded—” “I don’t want to hear this, damn it.” “Is because sex between us was—” She almost choked,then forced the words out. “It was great.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Goddammit.”Alec’s hand grabbed her arms and pulled her up on tiptoe. “Celia—” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the loud beeping of her pager. They both froze for a moment, and Alec seemed to be vibrating with anger, struggling for control. Celia waited, practically hanging in his grip, though strangely not worried. For whatever reason, this time she didn’t fear him. Alec would never hurt her, and she knew it. He slowly released her until her feet touched flat on the floor. She rushed over to the dresser where her pager lay. She hadn’t taken it with her to the bar, too afraid it would go off and Jacobs would discover something that would give her away. She picked it up and read the number blinking at her with a distinct feeling of dread. Biting her lip, she turned to face Alec. “Who is it?” He had himself under control, but it was a tenuous hold. Everything he felt was still there in his glittering black eyes, plain for her to see. From the inside out, she felt the trembling start. Watching him closely, she said, “It’s… Mrs. Barrington.” Alec turned away, but Celia was already rushing to him, personal reservations forgotten in the face of Hannah’s need. “Alec?” When he didn’t answer she shifted around so she was in front of him and he had no choice but to listen to her. “Please, I need your help with this case. Hannah needs your help.” She ignored his snort of disbelief and continued. “I have to call her back. Alec?Please , will you stay and help me?” He stared at the ceiling for a good full minute, not answering. Celia could feel his indecision and she held herself still, allowing him to decide while at the same time hoping against hope that he wouldn’t turn her down. Finally he looked at her, and she’d never seen him harder, more determined. Her heartbeat shuddered,then began a rapid tattoo. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Yeah, Celia, I’ll stay. I’ll help you save little Hannah Barrington, whether the girl wants saving or not.” He looked her over, his gaze morecold than hot now. “But there’s a condition.” Despite his cynical, detached attitude, a warmth spread through her, proof of what she’d already guessed, what she’d always known, exactly what he’d want in return. Her legs felt shaky, but she lifted her chin and returned his direct stare, bravado her onlydefense . “I’m listening.” His eyelids drooped sensually, his thick lashes almost hiding his gaze as he stared at first her mouth,

then her breasts, then lower. His tone was soft, a raw growl that made her every nerve ending tingle with awareness. “I want you.Whenever and wherever I decide. Any way I choose to take you—” His gaze lifted, meeting hers again. “—and I’ll choose a hell of a lot of ways. You’ll say yes. Until this is over, until Hannah is on her way home, you’ll be mine.” Celia rolled her lips in to contain a moan, unable to look away, unable to say a single word. Damn, but she was almost relieved. He was going to take the decision out of her hands and her belly curled in anticipation even as she feared her own response. Alec smirked, the gesture sensual and ripe with promise. “Oh no, honey,” he whispered, “I’m not going to let you play at being a martyr. I’m going to make damn sure you enjoy every little thing I do to you, with no holding back. Whatever the hell you did with Raymond won’t be able to compare. And when I’m done, you’ll know damn good and well that nothing between us is dirty.” His hands cupped her hot cheeks and turned her face up to his. “You can call Mrs. Barrington and tell her not to worry, that everything will be taken care of.” His thumb brushed her bottom lip, hot and rough. “And then you can strip those jeans off and get into bed.” She gasped. “Or you can tell me to go to hell.” His eyes glittered, bright with intent. “The decision is yours.” Celia licked her dry lips, trying to find words around the wild racing of her heart. He hadn’t even really touched her yet and she felt ready to lose control. How would she ever survive? Did she have any choice? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“I’ll… I’ll call Mrs. Barrington.” His eyes blazed with sudden heat at her acceptance, his nostrils flaring in excitement, like a wild animal sensing victory. For just a heartbeat his hands tightened and she thought her time of reckoning was at hand, that he’d lost control. Then he stepped away. “I have to get a few things out of my truck. I can stay with you tonight, because everyone expected it. But tomorrow I’ll have to get my own room just in case anyone has the sense to check up on you.” Celia stood mute, watching him. “Go ahead and make your call. In the morning, I’ll figure how out we’re going to handle things.” She watched him leave the room, his body moving with fluid grace and blatant strength. She didn’t bother asking what they’d do tonight. She already knew. She drew in a shuddering breath, tamped down on her guilt and shame while tellingherself she was only doing what was necessary. Then she reached for the phone. She didn’t want to be occupied when Alec returned; she didn’t want to have to disrobe in front of him. She’d be in the bed, hiding under the covers. Everything else was up to him. CHAPTER FIVE Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Contents-Prev|Next Alec lingered in the parking lot for several reasons. First and foremost, he had to get control of himself. Holding out a hand, he stared in disgust at the trembling in his own body, a body usually so cold nothing affected it, certainly not a woman. For years, too many to count, he’d been able to take pleasure in a woman’s body, to give pleasure back, without

letting it get to him. He felt damn affected now, and he hadn’t even really touched the little witch. Heaven help him when he got himself buried deep inside her, when he felt the hot wet clasp of her body, heard her halffrightened, mostly excited moans… Cursing, he paced furiously around his truck, trying to outrun the truth of his feelings. She did fear him a little, and for now, nothing would change that. He didn’t even want to change it because although he made her nervous, she still wanted him, almost as much as he wanted her. He knew having sex with Celia would blow his mind out, and the knowing was almost worse than the actual effects. Like a drug he knew could destroy him, he wanted her anyway. Being as cold and indifferent as possible was his onlydefense . But when she looked up at him with those innocent hazel eyes, he wanted to protect her, even from himself. And that was another reason he hesitated. He should have killed Raymond; killing him would make Alec feel a whole lot better now.She’d said sex between them had been great . He squeezed his eyes shut and considered howling at the moon. The words, and her tortured look that had accompanied them, filled him with such a killing rage, he knew he’d have to do whatever he could to erase that bastard from her body, from her soul. If she didn’t thank him in the beginning, she would by the end. He had to believe that. Knowing he’d stalled long enough, that Celia could well be trying to sneak out the tiny bathroom window, he grabbed his gear from his truck and headed back in. Every muscle in his body felt tight and strained, his jaw locked, his mind in turmoil. The hard-on he’d learned to associate with any close proximity to Celia throbbed insistently. He hated needing her like this. He hated to need anyone. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Half expecting the door to be locked now, he was taken aback when it swung open easily and he found Celia lying wide-eyed in the narrow bed—very obviously naked beneath all the blankets. The covers were pulled so high, even her chin was hidden, with her rounded eyes looking almost comical over the hem. Twin sets of slender fingers gripped the blankets on either side of her mouth. A strange feeling, like mingled tenderness and raging lust, rushed through him, making him light-headed, almost dizzy with triumph and hunger. He liked seeing her in a bed, waiting forhim . Oh yeah, he liked it a lot. Too damn much. His mouth kicked up in a crooked smile as he dropped his overnight bag on the floor and put his pistol on the bedside table. Celia’s eyes rounded even more at the sight of the weapon. “You carry a… a gun?” He gave her a level look, amazed at hernaivete . “All the agents do, Celia.” “I don’t… That is… should I?” Alec shook his head, astounded that a feeling as light as amusement could touch him now when he could feel the furious drumming of his heart.“Hell no. One leg wound is enough for me.” “Ididn’t shoot you!” He started to sit on the side of the bed,then thought better of it. If he got that close, all his plans would end before they could begin. He wasn’t ready yet. He needed at least a few more minutes to shore up his determination. He stepped back a few paces and leaned on the wall, watching her. “I can think of a dozen times in the last few hours when you might have.”

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His gaze sharpened and he deliberately used a tone he knew drew attention from hired killers. “You don’t need a weapon, sweetheart, because after this, you won’t be taking any more dangerous cases.” Her fingers tightened on the blankets and her eyes narrowed. But thankfully, for his peace of mind, she kept silent. Still holding her gaze, Alec reached down and unbuckled his belt. Celia blinked hard, her gaze skimming down his body then immediately shooting back up again in a visibly desperate bid to stay on his face. With a whistling sound, the leather belt slid out of the jean loops and he draped it over the back of a chair. “Alec?” Her voice was a squeak, anxious and embarrassed and if he was any judge, turned-on. “What are we going to do about Hannah? Do you have a plan?” He pulled his shirt over his head and heard her soft groan. “I have several plans, sweetheart. Why don’t we talk about my plan for tonight, for right now?” After tossing the shirt aside he scratched his bare chest and saw her fascinated gaze. Very softly, he asked, “You want details?” “No… yes... no.” He grinned. “Indecisive, aren’t we? Well, I think I want to tell you anyway.” “Alec, I think—” “You think sex is dirty, I know.” She squeezed her eyes closed and for a brief cowardly moment pulled the blankets over her head. Seconds later she jerked it down again to stare at him. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia was no coward. “Okay.” She drew a deep fortifying breath. “What are you going to do, Alec?” She had to be smothering under all those blankets. The cheap motel had inadequate air, and though the air conditioner rattled and hummed loudly, it couldn’t keep up with the oppressive July heat. Alec had already begun to sweat, but then, that had a lot to do with Celia being so close and naked. Toeing off his low boots then bending to remove his socks, he said, “I’m going to let you get familiar with my body.” “Oh…” Hearing the trembling in her tone nearly did him in. He’d always considered himself a strong man; physically he knew it was true, but mentally, emotionally, she had him concerned. He couldn’t think of a single challenge he’d ever backed away from, and he always accepted knowing he’d win, his confidence never wavering. But he didn’t know if he was strong enough to do this tonight. He hoped so, because Miss Celia Carter was in desperate need of a few lessons, and damned if he’d let any other man give them to her. Number one, the most important lesson, that he wasn’t Raymond and other than gender, had not a single thing in common with that scum. But just telling her that wouldn’t do it.And neither wouldhaving sex with her when she was so skittish and unsure of herself. Oh, she’d take him, all right. He had no doubts on that score. She’d take him and enjoy herself immensely. Used to be, that would have been enough for him.But not now. He wanted her to openly want him, to admit it was right between them. To accept that sometimes sex was just plain meant to be and this was one of those times. There was no shame in that. If he took her now, she’d be ashamed. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Damn. Alec cursed to himself, but couldn’t find any way around that truth. Celia fought against her natural instincts. He’d never seen a woman so responsive, so easily aroused as his Celia. It was a gift, one he planned to enjoy and wanted her to appreciate. So he planned to teach her, slowly, to accept him and what they could have together for as long as the chemistry lasted. She’d learn, little by little, and he had no doubt he’d die by small degrees with each lesson. He unbuttoned his fly and slid down the zipper, carefully because he was so fully erect he ached like never before. The soft, hungry moan Celia gave told him eventually he’d have his reward. The torture would be worth it. “Don’t close your eyes, Celia.” Her hands covered her face. “Celia, look at me.” His command was soft, insistent. She shook her head. “Alec, I can’t. I…” Her voice emerged breathy, so aroused she aroused him just by speaking. “You have no choice, sweetheart, remember?” He pushed the jeans down, taking his dark briefs with them, and stepped away from his clothing. Celia’s naked shoulders were now visible and he wanted to start kissing her there, eating her there, then working his way down until he’d devoured every hidden, hot inch of her. He drew a deep breath. When he was right next to the bed, so close his naked thigh nearly touched the mattress, he said, “Look at me, Celia.” She jumped, startled by his approach. His silent movements often had that effect on people; even Dane had commented on his stealth, cursing him on occasion for taking him unawares. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

With her bottom lip firmly caught between her teeth, she slowly lifted her lashes. Heat rushed into her cheeks and her breasts trembled with small, rapid breaths, making the covers flutter. Alec studied her, forcing himself to stick to his plan despite the gripping need to take her. “Does my body look dirty to you, Celia?” Gaze glued to his erection, she shook her head no. He put one knee on the bed and she rolled slightly toward him, her expression almost panicked. “Shhh. Don’tget jumpy on me.” He caught the edge of the blankets and they went through a silent tug-of-war before Celia closed her eyes again and released them. Very slowly, feeling every punch of his heartbeat as it resounded through his body, Alec bared her. He threw the covers completely off the bed. For now at least, they wouldn’t need them. Stiff, nearly frozen, her only movement that of her choked breaths, she remained obediently quiet while Alec visually explored her.Her small rounded breasts were perfect, flushed a warm pink, softly upright, shimmering with her nervousness and excitement. Her nipples were drawn achingly tight, dark rose, and more than anything he wanted them in his mouth, wanted to suck on her and hear her small cries. He swallowed hard and continued his visual feast. Her skin, pale and so smooth, would chafe easily beneath his whiskers, and he mentally cautioned himself to be careful. Her navel made a slight, tempting dent in her softly roundedbelly, and below that… His nostrils expanded on a sharp breath. Dark blond curls covered her in a small neat triangle. Without his mind’s permission, his hand lifted and he covered her, then he groaned softly. Celia jerked, a shocked, highly erotic sound coming from deep in her throat. “Look, Celia,” he urged her. She shook her head and his fingers tightened. “Look at how my hand Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

covers you completely. I can feel the heat pulsing off you.” He leaned down and nuzzled her belly,

nearly incoherent with lust. “And I can smell your scent. You’re every damn bit as turned on as I am.” Panting, she whispered, “Alec?” He realized she was close, that in only those few moments with nothing more than a scattering of words and a possessive touch, she was nearing the edge.She was incredible . In a voice he barely recognized as his own, Alec murmured, “I like seeing you, honey. There sure as hell isn’t anything dirty about you.” The sound she made drew his attention back to her face and the sight of her nearly ecstatic pain helped him regain control. He raised his hand to her cheek,then slowly smoothed her mouth, urging her to release her lip from the grip of her teeth. “Don’t hurt yourself, baby. Everything’s okay.” Tears leaked from beneath her lashes and with aquavery voice she said, “I’m so… so easy.” Alec lay down beside her, no longer needing an incentive to keep himself under control. Her pain had done that for him He drew her naked body close and above the lust he felt the overwhelming need to protect, to reassure, to comfort. For now at least, she was his woman, and he’d move heaven andearth‘ to keep her from being hurt, even from herself. “You’re special, Celia, a gift to any man lucky enough to grab your attention.” Very deliberately, his hand slid down her belly again. He couldn’t let her stay like this, not when he knew damn well he could ease her. Her hips immediately thrust against his searching fingers and she groaned, gripping him tight. “Alec,please kiss me …” He did, devouring her mouth, searching with his tongue as he searched with his fingers. Her flesh was so soft, so slick with eagerness. His fingers glided, probed, found the friction and rhythm that made her instantly wild. She wriggled against him, deliberately arousing herself further by moving her nipples over his chest, sucking on his tongue. She was hot and carnal and—oh hell—she was his. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Within two minutes she was coming apart in his arms and Alec cursed even as he fought to hold his own reaction at bay. Losing control, releasing himself on her belly, wouldn’t do a damn thing toward convincing her that sex was good and wholesome, not something to hide away from. She bit him, his mouth, his chin, then his shoulder, and her nails dug deep into the muscles of his back, the small stings helping him keep control. When she slumped, sweaty and hot and limp in his arms, Alec kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair back. “That was a long time coming.” She didn’t answer, apparently too dazed to form words. “Celia, if you act embarrassed or ashamed, I swear I’ll turn you over my knee.” She lightly bit him again, this time on his muscled chest. “Don’t forget your gun is still close, Sharpe. I’m not afraid to use it.” Grinning, while doing his best to ignore his own pounding need, Alec reached to the floor and snagged the top sheet. Tucking her up against his side, he said, “You’re going to sleep right here, against my body, all night, honey. Don’t even think of moving away. You got that?” Her brows lowered as her eyes opened and she stared up at him. “But… sleep? What about—” He cupped her cheek and kissed her nose. “We’re not finishing this little game until you ask me, very nicely, to do so.” She searched his face and he could detect her mental shrug. “All right, I—” He laid a finger against her lips. “Not now, Celia. Not when you’re still all soft from a nice climax.”

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cheeks turned bright pink at his frank talk and he smiled. “You’ll know when you’re ready, when you want me without all this ridiculous reserve. Then I’ll take you until neither of us can walk. I promise. But for tonight, we sleep.” He reached over and switched off the light, then gathered her close again. Her thighs cradled his erection, making him grit his teeth. After several silent moments, she whispered, “I won’t make it easy on you, Alec.” He shook his head. “You never have, babe.” Celia woke with her nose pressed to a hard, very warm, somewhat hairy chest. She smiled, snuggling closer and deeply inhaling the delicious scent of warm male flesh, but within the space of a single heartbeat she remembered Alec and what he’d done and what she’d done… Oh no. She opened her eyes slowly and like a zombie, lifted her head to survey him. Breathing deeply in his sleep, more at peace than she’d ever seen him, he looked sexier than any man she’d known. He had one long, muscled arm beneath her neck and around her back, keeping her pressed to his body. His other arm was bent up behind his head, opening his body to her perusal, making him look somewhat vulnerable. She could see the dark tuft of fine hair beneath his arm, the way.his biceps bulged even when relaxed. His long silky hair was tousled, lying over his brow and touching his wide shoulders. The single gold earring shone dully in the morning light. His jaw and chin were very dark with beard shadow, and she knew when he awakened, he’d look more menacing than ever.But for now, his long sooty lashes rested on his high cheekbones, presenting elongated shadows in the dim room, and he looked entirely too…cuddly . Saying he was beautiful would have been an extreme understatement. A soft sigh escaped her and she felt her heart lurch. Given a choice, she would have cuddled down next to him and gone blissfully back to sleep. But she knew Alec, knew his way, and understood that she couldn’t let her guard down around him for a minute. Being the natural predator, he’d take swift advantage of any opening she gave him. Not that she hadn’t already given him plenty,she thought, feeling her face go hot with the memory of the past night. But she wouldn’t let him win. He hoped to intimidate her enough to make her head home, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

leaving poor Hannah abandoned. That would explain why he’d toyed with her so deliciously without actually taking her. She shivered, aware of him on every level. But while she physically appreciated his finesse, she didn’t like his motives. If he wanted to be a caveman, she couldn’t fight him, but neither did she dare give in to him completely. Raymond had hurt her pride, but Alec could kill it. He shifted in his sleep and her eyes were drawn to his body. The blankets only covered him as high as his navel, leaving a lot of incredible skin still bare. He was naturally dark, determinedly hard, and as much man as any woman could ever hope for. She looked back up at the broad expanse of his solid shoulders,then gasped. High on his shoulder was abruise, a bruise she knew had been caused by her teeth. Last night, when the pleasure had taken her, she’d bitten him. Her reaction was swift, the bitter reality cutting her deep and forcing her to stifle an instinctive cry of

pain. She started to scramble upward, wanting to escape the proof of her own unrestrained tendencies, but suddenly found herself flat on her back. Alec, the cad, was wide awake. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was rough velvet, still heavy with sleep, but his eyes were sharply alert. “Let me go, Alec.” He searched her face, his dark gaze almost obsidian in the vague morning light. She could see him thinking, calculating, and it enraged her. Pushing against his chest with all her might, she said through her teeth, “Let—me—go.” Her struggles had no effect on him. She may as well have been fighting solid granite. “You were looking Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

me over, getting used to my body. Why the sudden panic?” Celia froze. Had he been awake the whole time? Been aware of her scrutiny? “I did not panic.” “No? What would you call it?” Before she could answer, he added in a low rumble, “Damn woman, but you look hot first thing in the morning.” And then he kissed her. Celia tried to resist him, she really did. But he smelled manly and warm and his mouth had a slightly musky taste to it from sleep. His whiskers rasped her cheek as he deepened thekiss, his hands coming up to roughly cradle her breasts. She arched into him, unable to help herself. And he lifted away. His lips still touching hers, he said, “Now tell me what’s wrong.” Her gaze didn’t seem to want to focus and her heart was working way too hard for first thing in the morning. “I… I need coffee.” “As soon as you talk to me.” Damn stubborn man. He wouldn’t give up, so she had to. Resolving the problem and getting out of the bed, out from under him, was a major priority. Lowering her lashes because she really couldn’t look at him while making such an admission, she said in a small voice, “I bit you.” She could hear his grin, felt the renewed caressing of her breasts, gentle and easy.“Several times.” “No, I mean…” She peeked up at him, trying to gather her wits.Several times? Oh good grief, it just kept getting worse and worse. She felt almost sick with dread and tried to order her thoughts, but it was extremely difficult with him lying on her, all hard muscle and hot male. She drew a slow breath. “You have a… a bruise on your shoulder.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He looked over at his shoulder,then dismissed the small mark with a shrug. “So?” Her bottom lip trembled and she tightened her mouth to still the small giveaway. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry for being sexy?For having an incredibly healthy sex drive? Hell, woman, Iliked it, okay? That little nibble says you were feeling everything just as I wanted you to feel it.Just as you’re supposed to feel it.” “No.” She wouldn’t let him make light of it, not when she knew different. “I hurt you, Alec. I behaved no better than a… an animal.” His eyes darkened more,then he nuzzled her neck just below her ear. “You had a really nice orgasm, honey, full-blown, just as I wanted you to. I liked it. If you acted like an animal, then so did I, because that little love nibble all but pushed me over the edge, and knowing the reason for it damn sure made me feel pretty terrific.” He kissed her earlobe, and his warm, damp tongue tickled over the rim of her ear, making her breath catch. And then he was looking at her again, waiting for her to accept what he’d said. Heart racing, she thought about it, and ponderedher ownnaivete in sexual matters. Despite her limited

experience, she asked, “Do you…?” “What?” His slow smile came again.“Bite?” Thehumor and hunger and tenderness in his black eyes made her stomach feel empty and her skin feel hot. But the room was dim and quiet, the day still early. Asking intimate questions seemed as perfectly timed as possible. “Yes.” His lids lowered sensually and he moved his mouth to the place where her shoulder and neck met. Celia shivered,then quickly braced herself when she felt his mouth open, felt the touch of his teeth. He did bite, but it didn’t hurt.Just the opposite. The bite was wet and soft and he immediately soothed it with his tongue, making her nerves tingle. “I would never do anything to hurt you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her eyes drifted shut. “Alec…” He scooted downward in the bed, kicking the sheet away and situating himself comfortably. His mouth stayed on her, taking small delicious nibbles all along the way until he reached the tip of her breast. Her heart thundered so that she wondered why it didn’t explode. He prepared her, plumping her breast, smoothing the nipple with his calloused thumb until it stiffened and stood turgid beneath his attention. Every nerve in her body seemed suspended, waiting. Then he nipped her. Celia jumped, groaning at the same time when Alec held her firmly in place. He did it again and again, sometimes plucking with his lips, sometimes tugging with his teeth. It was an erotic mixture of foreplay; taut expectancy—though no real injury ever came—and sinful teasing. Her toes curled under the sheet, her hands fisted in his soft, cool hair. The man was cruel, playing with her for long minutes and when she did finally think he was through, he only switched to the other breast. When she moaned out a protest, he mumbled something about breakfast and continued. Celia curled her legs around him and squeezed. That didn’t help, so she pushed herself against him and Alec helped by curving one large hand over her derriere and urging her into a slow, hypnotic rhythm against his body. She’d thought herself fully experienced, even jaded after her time with Raymond, but she’d never done anything like this, or anything like last night. Alec was either the most inventive lover in the world, or her experiences with Raymond hadn’t been adequate to prepare her for Alec. She tended to believe it was a mix of the two.Especially when she felt herself on the verge of a climax. Alec seemed to sense it, too. He lifted his head, staring at her hard, his jaw working as if he felt undecided. His eyes narrowed, and very slowly, he pushed her back away from him. Her heart broke and she wanted to cry out in shame and disappointment, but he didn’t give her a chance. He grasped her hips and leaned down, then nuzzled his face into her belly. Celia was genuinely shocked. He wasn’t leaving her, he was… “Alec.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He held her firmly against the mattress, stilling the automatic surge of her body, and sought her out with his tongue, laving her much like a cat. Nearly mindless in sensation, she fought against him even while struggling to get closer. He controlled her with almost no effort, occasionally turning his face and softly biting the fleshy part of her inner thigh. Each sharp nip added to her pleasure, taking her a little higher,

forcingher a little closer to the edge until she was beyond desperate. “Come.” Alec gave his command with supreme confidence, then caught her small bud between his teeth to torment her with his tongue, and Celia screamed, fully obedient, arching her back, digging her fingers into the mattress, so overwhelmed with emotion and sensation she could do nothing more than ride along on the wave of extreme pleasure. Nothing, no past experience, no mature knowledge, had prepared her for this. When it ended, she couldn’t exactly say. Her body buzzed, her mind felt blurry. One minute she’d been insensible, and the next, Alec was leaving the bed. She barely got her eyes open. “Alec?” The word was a breathy whisper. He turned, kissed her hard right on the mouth, making her eyes widen a little, then growled, “I need an icy shower, babe. Juststay put and give me a minute. Then we’ll get breakfast and talk.” He stalked, beautifully, sinfully naked into the bathroom and kicked the door shut. A second later the shower started. Still staring at the closed door, still seeing that sexy, naked, hard-muscled behind, Celia blew out a slow breath.Oh wow . She wasn’t prepared for this, didn’t know how to handle it. Why did he keep giving her pleasure while taking none for himself? Did he expect her to think he didn’t want her? Ha. He’d looked ready to self-destruct when he left the bed, all flushed, hot, ready man. Any other manwouldn’t have left the damn bed. Did this have something to do with what he’d told her last night? That ridiculous business about insisting sheask for him? Actually, she thought she had.Several times. She may have even begged. She’d also thought she knew about sex, but then, no one had ever told her about Alec Sharpe. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CHAPTER SIX Contents-Prev|Next She’d eaten nearly as much as he had. Alec grinned. The little lady had worked up an appetite. Or rather, he’d worked one up for her. Damn, he could still taste her, and she’d been much tastier than the eggs and ham. Delicious, so sweet she could easily become an addiction. Everything about Celia was unique, so he wasn’t at all surprised. His own restraint was the only shocker. How the hell he’d summoned up the willpower to walk away from her was the million dollar question. But he knew. Even now, she wouldn’t quite meet his eyes, and she blushed every time he spoke to her. She was ashamed, embarrassed, and he wanted to drag her back off to bed and keep her there until she got over her absurd hang-ups. He hadn’t realized he’d begun scowling at her until she slapped down her fork and finally looked him square in the eyes. “What are you up to Alec?” He choked on a sudden laugh, something he hadn’t done in too many years to count. His day-to-day life didn’t consist oflighthearted moments. Few people ever used that hostile tone with him, even fewer demanded answers of him. But Celia, though she was pink-cheeked and fidgety, managed to dredge up the spunk. He took a sip of his coffee, letting her stew,then said calmly, “Just waiting for you to accept a few facts.” She actually sneered at him, forcing him to repress another smile. “What facts? That you’re a great Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

lover? Ha! I’ll never know, will I, when you keep running from the bed.” He would not let her rile him. Her bravado was a front for the real issue—her hurt feelings. And he regretted that. “I’m good enough, but then you make the effort a real pleasure.” She started to stand and he caught her wrist. “Don’t cause a scene, honey. Remember, you have a cover around here to protect.” With the meanest look he could have imagined on such a sweet face, she reluctantly resettled herself. “Now,” he said, keeping his hold on her delicate wrist, “I wasn’t insulting you. No, just listen. I want you, Celia. Don’t doubt that, but like I told you, I’ll be damned before I add to your skewed perspective on what’s shameful and what isn’t.” She toyed with her napkin. “After what you… we did, we might as well have… you know.” Taking another sip of unwanted coffee, he stalled for time. He had to play his hand carefully, had to measure his every word. “Do you feel dirty this morning, honey?” Judging by her reaction, he should have measured a little more. Her small hands fisted on the table and thecolor in her face now was from anger, not embarrassment. “Is that it, Alec?” She spoke in a low whisper, mindful of the one other couple in the cafe so early in the morning. “Are you out to use my own weaknesses against me? If you’re hoping I’ll give up on Hannah and go home just because you can make me—” She gasped when he stood and pulled her up from her chair. “Not another word, lady.” She jerked her arm free and turned to walk out. Alec threw money on the table and followed her. Leaving the restaurant was fine by him; what he planned to say to her would be better said without an audience. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia stomped across the motel parking lot and started up the outside stairs to her room without once turning to see if Alec followed. That added to his rage as he wrapped his arm around her waist and steered her toward his truck instead. When she started to fight him, he tightened his grip. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy. We have plans to make today and regardless of your temper, we’ll stay on schedule. You want to save little Hannah, well fine. But we’re definitely going to get a few things straightened out first.” The day was already sweltering, and heat rolled off the blacktop parking lot in waves. It was nothing compared to his ignited temper. He opened the truck door then waited while she threw him a malicious look before climbing in. Alec slammed his own door hard enough to rattle the interior. He jammed the key in the ignition, hit the button to lock both doors,then gripped the steering wheel with all his might. Losing his control wouldn’t help anything. Oh, Celia was doing her best to act unconcerned, but he knew her well enough by now to read her every thought, and he had her nervous. Rather than cooling his temper, that put it over the edge and he jerked around to face her, barking, “Goddammit, I would never hurt you so stop cowering in the damn corner!” She bristled up like an angry racoon. Shooting across the seat to face him nose to nose, she yelled, “You don’t scare me!” A red haze clouded his vision. Very slowly, his arms crept around her, keeping her from retreating. “Then tell me what you’re thinking, damn it.” She hesitated only a moment, biting her lip before lifting her chin. She didn’t try to escape his hold, and that was a blessing, because Alec felt entirely too possessive and territorial to have her inching away.

He wanted her close, and he wanted her to admit to liking it, too. She touched the front of his shirt. “I don’t understand you, Alec. I don’t know what you’re doing or why you suddenly got so mad.” Alec dropped his forehead against hers, and allowed his hands to tighten on her just a bit, bringing her breasts closer, arching her into his body. He took several slow breaths, regaining control. “I’m sorry.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Obviously she hadn’t expected that.And with good reason. He couldn’t re-member ever apologizing to anyone before, at least, not since he’d been a kid, not since he’d learned his own lessons. To further surprise them both, he admitted, “I don’t like it when you compare me to Raymond.” Celia shook her head, her confusion apparent. “I didn’t.” “Oh yeah you did.” He released her to face the windshield, staring out at the hazy sunshine and the few clouds in the sky. “You do it all the damn time. Raymond is the one who used you, not me. Raymond is the one who played games with your body and your feelings. Not me.” She bristled again, her face going hot and her eyes glittering, though this reaction was tempered with confusion. “And you don’t think what you did last night or this morning qualifies as a game?” “No.” He turned his head toward her, but his hands gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. “When I’m making love to you, it’s strictly for pleasure, mine and yours. It’s not to hurt you in any way, or to manipulate you.” She barked out an incredulous laugh. “You never take any pleasure!” He stared at her. “Just seeing you is a pleasure. If you think I can look at you buck naked, that I can make you scream when you come, and not enjoy the hell out of it, you’re not as smart as I thought youwere. ” Her face flamed again, but her eyes turned softer, more accepting. “That’s not what I’m talking about, Alec.” He thumped the steering wheel once with a fist. “I want you to trust me. That’s all. I want you to see that what’s between us is damn good.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “For as long as it lasts?” He didn’t like the way she said that, as something of a challenge. But he wouldn’t let her corner him into making false promises. He turned away and started the truck. “Nothing lasts forever. But in the meantime, we’re wasting a hell of an opportunity.” “What if I want more, Sharpe?” Her bravado had her once again facing him down, and this time he resented the hell out of it. “What if I want all the things Dane and Angel have?” He swallowed, feeling a sudden constriction in his chest. He almost said,What if I don’t have that to give , but he bit the words back at the last moment. Giving away that much ofhimself wouldn’t do. He put the truck in gear and pulled into the early-morning traffic, giving himself plenty of time to think. “Alec?” Now she sounded uncertain again and he hated it. “I don’t know. Until Dane found Angel, I’d have said it wasn’t possible. But things seem to be… working out for them.” He knew he sounded like an idiot, but this was one topic that made him extremely nervous. And he didn’t like the feeling worth a damn. She laughed, incredulous. “They adore each other!” Turning a corner in the road, he asked, as nonchalantly as possible, “Do you adore me?” A thick silence filled the truck and he felt himself beginning to sweat despite the icy air blasting from

the truck’s air conditioner. “That’s what I figured.So why all the questions about happily ever after? Why not just take what we can for right now and enjoy it?” She avoided that question by asking one of her own. “Where are we going?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“I have to find a place to stay other than with you.It’s possible Jacobs will have you watched. If I bunk down with you on occasion, that’s fine. He’ll expect it of you and it’ll only shore up your image of being the type of woman he can approach. But moving in with you entirely is out of the question. Jacobs doesn’t prey on women who have protectors.” “You’re finally admitting that I was right? That Jacobs is scum using women like Hannah?My, my. This is turning into one eventful day.” Alec hid his grin behind a look of reproach. She was so full of herself, taunting him. But he preferred that any day over her insecurities or her damn questions about the future. “I did my research, honey. I know what Jacobs is capable of and I never denied that he’s a bastard, only whether or not Hannah appreciated the setup he gave her. If she’s really unhappy with him, why doesn’t she just call her mother and go home?” Another of those heavy, uncomfortable silences filled the truck and Alec regretted his words. He didn’t want to put her back in a dark mood. But then she turned to face him, and her determination was plain to see. “You wouldn’t know what it’s like, Alec. You’re strong and independent and able to take care of yourself and any situation. I can’t imagine anyone or anything ever really hurting you.” She made it sound like an insult, as if along with his strengths he’d become too empty to care. “I’m not invincible, damn it.” Far from it, he thought, briefly focusing on the past and a time that was too painful to remember for long. “You sure seem invincible to me. You see everything as black and white and you always stick to your convictions. But I remember how ashamed I was after Raymond turned out to be such a user.” “Celia…” He didn’t want to talk about Raymond again. If he could, he gladly would have erased the man from both their memories. She didn’t plan to give him any choice. “You can just sit there and listen, Alec Sharpe!” When he Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

remained silent, she continued, though she was obviously ruffled just a bit. “I started wondering about Raymond long before I knew how truly evil he was. But by then, everyone knew I had planned to marry him, and my mother accepted him, and you and Dane never once questioned me about him.” Alec glared at her. “Dane thought you were happy. He didn’t want to do anything that would hurt you.” “And what was your excuse?” Alec narrowed his eyes again and said through his teeth, “I knew if I got too damn close to you, which included poking my nose into your business, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. I wanted to get rid of Raymond just so he wouldn’t be in my way.” Celia blinked at him, awed by this outpouring of confessions. “I… I had no idea.” “Bull. From the second we met, you felt the pull as much as I did. Don’t lie about it now.” She tightened her mouth, but didn’t deny it. “All right, maybe I had a clue or two. But you’re not an easy man to figure out and I had my hands full already. I was too embarrassed to admit what an awful

mistake I’d made withRaymond, that I didn’t love him and didn’t want to marry him, that I had been duped so thoroughly.” “You weren’t the only one he had fooled.” “He didn’t fool you. Right from the start you seemed to despise him, and Raymond never understood it. He’d talk about you sometimes, in this almost fearful, reverent way. But he got really angry if I even mentioned your name.” “You mentioned me to him?” “Oh, for pity’s sake.Don’t look so smug.” Celia rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Mostly I talked about what a reprehensible character you seemed to be.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Alec laughed. Another silence stretched out, and Alec glanced at her. Celia wrung her hands. Speaking in a soft, nearly audible voice, she said, “Whenever I mentioned putting the wedding off, Raymond would…” “Celia.” He wasn’t at all sure he needed to hear this. “He’d take me to bed.” She closed her eyes and Alec wished he could do the same. Thinking of her with Raymond tortured him. But this was obviously something she wanted to get off her chest, and if it would ease her, he’d listen. “Go on.” “Everything he’d taught me was so new and exciting. At first I thought I loved him, and that made it seem okay. But little by little, I resented the way he used my… sexuality against me He’d taunt me over how easy I was and tell me how shocked my family would be if we didn’t marry considering I acted like a… a…” She hesitated, drawing a deep breath. Alec reached over and clasped both her hands. “Like a what, honey?” “A bitch in heat.” He squeezed her fingers and offered her a slight smile. “Then what would that make me, since I can’t seem to think about anything other than staking a claim on you? Right now, Celia, if you asked me and meant it, I’d pull this truck over and you’d find your jeans around your ankles before you had time to blink.” She stared at him, shocked,then she laughed.“Why, you sweet talker you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Aleclaughed, too, though he wanted and needed her so bad he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. “I have no finesse where you’re concerned, honey. You make me feel raw.” She drew a long slow breath and stared at him. “You really are a sweet talker.” Alec shrugged that off. “I keep telling you, Raymond was an ass. Any man who had you and didn’t appreciate it is too stupid to waste breath on.” As he finished that declaration, he pulled into a motel and parked his truck. Turning in his seat, he drew her closer and kissed her, moving so his mouth opened, his tongue immediately stroking deep. Against her lips, he whispered, “After I’ve had you, you won’t have the energy to think of him. That’s a promise. The only question now is when.” The motel Alec chose based on immediate vacancy was actually fairlyclose to her own by the way the crow flies. However, using the busy roads, it took a good twenty minutes to reach her. This concerned Alec, but Celia insisted there wasn’t anything she’d need him for that couldn’t wait that long. She didn’t want to add to Alec’s pressure, since he was actually working with her under duress. His motel was even seedierthan her own, with a horrid bathroom complete with cracked tiles and she’d

be willing to bet a lack of hot water. But Alec never blinked an eye at the utilitarian setting. He stowed his few things, made a couple of quick calls, then bundled Celia back into his truck. They spent most of the morning and afternoon shopping. By the time they were done, Alec had purchased a cell phone for her and a few other precautionary items, like pepper spray and a “screamer,” a small can that literally screamed when the nozzle was compressed. Celia tried it once, and got to see just how fast Alec could move. He had it out of her hand and was glaring at her within a heartbeat. She’d felt compelled to offer a mumbled apology, but in truth, she had to hide her smile. Alec really didn’t frighten her anymore. In fact, he almost made her feel cherished. The precautions he took with her safety didn’t feel like a lack of trust, but rather very deep concern for a woman he cared about. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She was pondering that vague possibility when Alec said, “Tell me again what my number is.” “Alec, I have it memorized. We’ve been over it a dozen times.” “Tell me anyway. I want to make damn sure that if something goes wrong, you know it by heart. You might not have time to think about it…” She recited the number. “Good. Now, I put the number in the memory, so all you have to do is dial 1, but—” “Alec.” She shook her head at him. “If the number is in the memory, why did I have to learn it?” He touched her cheek. “What if Jacobs catches on to you and takes your phone? Or what if you manage to lose it? You might have to use a pay phone. It’s best to cover all the bases, babe.” “Okay.” She no longer felt the need to fight him on every issue. Strange how sometime during their drive, her attitude had changed. Oh, she was still wary. And she didn’t yet trust herself to give in to him completely. But she also wanted him, and she knew he felt the same. Only he suffered no guilt, no embarrassment at all. He’d told her that her sex drive was “healthy.” Around him, she was in the peak of health. “Yoo-hoo. Miss Carter?” Alec waved a hand in front of her face. “You want to join me here so we can make these plans, or do you want to stand there daydreaming?” “You have my undivided attention, Alec.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The look he gave her wasskeptical . “Uh-huh. I could tell you were on full alert.” He leaned against the wall of her motel room and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you have something sexy to wear tonight?” “Yes, I do.” “Make sure it’s not too sexy, all right? I don’t want to be forced to diffuse a riot.” She felt her cheeks warm. Alec honestly thought she was sexy enough to turn heads, and his confidence helped shore up her own. “I’ll be discreetly sexy.” Anotherskeptical look, as if he didn’t think such a thing was possible. “Show up on time. I’ll be there aroundfour o’clock, but you shouldn’t show up until seven. I don’t want anyone to think we’re together in any way.” “What should I say if someone asks me? After all, they all noticed us leaving together yesterday.” Alec shrugged. “Say I was lousy in bed.” Celia choked and had to turn quickly away. She paced the small confines of the room, stepping around her exercise equipment. “Maybe I’ll say you bored me.” “Whatever. But remember to pay me no mind, no matter what I do.” That had her whipping around. “What do you plan to do?” “Flirt. Pick up other women.”

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Groping for the edge of the bed, Celia sat down. Alec came over to stand directly in front of her, which put her eye level with his zipper. He crossed his arms over his chest and growled, “You already know I don’t want anyone but you, Celia. But I have to act like the average bar groupie, and that means I’ll have to act drunk, obnoxious, and horny.” Celia gulped. “Will you actually—” “Sleep with anyone? Hell no. My health means a little more to me than that.” She wanted to crumble in relief, but instead she pushed to her feet and tried to get Alec to back up. He didn’t. “I need to start getting ready, so you should go. I have to shower and do my hair and—” Alec cupped her face. “I hate this. I hate letting you walk into that place and I hate knowing what all those creeps will be thinking about you.” He kissed her, gently, teasingly. “Promise me you’ll be extra careful. And don’t go anywhere with anyone, no matter what. If Jacobs really does know where Hannah is, we’ll find her. But I don’t want anything to happen to you in the process.” Tenderness threatened to break her control. She forced a smile and voluntarily kissed him this time, just as teasing as he had been. “I promise to be careful if you do. Don’t let some hussy have her way with you.” His gaze turned hot and he stepped away from her. “These days I’m saving myself for you. And if you make me wait much longer, I swear I’m going to explode. Keep that in mind, will you?” Then he walked out the door, checking it to make certain it had locked. Celia sank back down on the mattress. Keep it in mind?It was damn near all she could think about. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CHAPTER SEVEN Contents-Prev|Next The music was loud when Celia entered the bar. Smoke hung heavy in the air and she felt the eyes of a dozen men watching her as she made her way to a bar stool. Then she spotted Alec. In the middle of the dance floor, moving much too slowly for the fast beat of the music, he held a woman with long pale hair and pretended to dance. One of his large hands was curved on her behind and Celia, taken aback by the scene though he’d warned her, froze to the spot. She wanted to kill him. Her heart seemed to leap around in her chest, her vision blurred. Then Alec looked up at her, grinned and winked, before releasing the woman and walking her way. He stopped in front of her, his expression arrogant, his black eyes dilated. He flicked the end of her nose in an insolent manner and bent to her ear. “It’s a game, Celia, and you’re about to blow it.” He kissed her cheek and walked away. Slouching in a booth at the back of the bar, he called for another drink, and the waitress he’d just been making love to hurried to fetch it. Belatedly remembering herself, Celia flipped her hair behind her ear and gave hima “hmmpf” shrug, then sat down and ordered her own beverage. Her mind was in sucha turmoil , filled with images of Alec with thatother woman, she barely heard the bartender when he leaned close and asked her if she was all right. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Oh, don’t be silly.” She gave him her most dazzling smile while fluttering a hand in dismissal. “I’m perfectly fine.” The bartender eyed her pensively while polishing a glass. “You ask me, you looked a littlepoleaxed to see your beau here.” Feigning shock, she said, “My beau?” Then with another twittering laugh: “You mean that ragtag bum? Well, I was surprised to see him here considering I’d hoped not to—ever again.” She giggled. “Sometimes loneliness can make us do the dumbest things, and going out with that one marks the top of the list.” “Didn’t work out quite as you planned, huh?” The bartender now grinned, too, and Celia leaned closer still, pretending to share a confidence. She whispered, “He’s not real bright, and he’s entirely too… well…rough .” “He does look like a mean hombre, at that. He didn’t hurt you, did he?” “No, of course not.I didn’t mean that. It’s just that I couldn’t get rid of him. He wanted to move in on me! I had to be almost cruel to get rid of him. I felt a little bad about it, but I can barely afford to take care of myself right now, much less someone else.” The bartender patted her hand. “You did the right thing.” Suddenly a new voice intruded and Celia felt every hair on her body tingle. “If you have any more problems with him, you can let me know.” Slowly she turned, and sure enough, Mr. Jacobs had taken the seat beside her. The bartender was quick with the introductions, beaming all the while. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Miss, this is Marc Jacobs. He owns this bar, among other things, and tends to take the safety of the female clientele real personal.” “That I do, Wally.Especially when the lady is so lovely.” His pale blue eyes glittered at Celia, and her blush wasn’t in the least feigned. The man was sizing her up, and she’d never felt so exposed, or so disgraced, in her life. She swallowed hard and thought of Alec, sitting only a short distance away. Looking at Jacobs through her lashes, she whispered in acknowledgment, “Mr. Jacobs.” “Marc. I insist. And you are?” He slowly took her hand from her lap and squeezed her fingers in a familiar way. Repulsed, Celia wanted to jerk back, but more than that, she wanted to find Hannah. And somehow she knew Alec waswatching, that he was aware of every little movement she or Jacobs made. She wanted to prove to him that she could do this, and his nearness gave her courage and determination. “All right, Marc.” Her smile was complimenting, teasing. “I’m Celia. Celia…” She hesitated. She didn’t want to give him her actual last name in case he had her investigated. But the only other last name that came to mind was Alec’s. Wincing inside at her own audacity, she said, “Celia Sharpe.” “Celia. It’s a lovely name. Would you like to join me at my table?” Flirting, she said, “I’d dearly love to join you at your table. Thank you.” He held her hand as she slid off the stool. Her dress, a cream-colored, silky summer shift cut low in front and back, and held up by tiny cap sleeves, smoothed over her legs as she walked. It fell narrow and straight to just below her knees and was accented by the dreaded, uncomfortable push-up bra, minimaljewelry , andstrappy sandals. She caught Jacobs staring at her breasts as they made their way across the crowded floor. When she went to sit, Jacobs’s hand strayed over her waist and her hip. Celia’s stomach roiled. Seconds later a waitress delivered her drink and a fresh one for Jacobs. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“So,” he said, smiling at her with impeccable, perfect white teeth, “you’re new around here, aren’t you?

What are you in town for?” Trying for a look of coy bashfulness, Celia bit her lip and stared down at her hands. “Well, I suppose I wanted excitement most of all. I got really tired of hanging around my small hometown. I used to live close to my grandmother, but she passed away, and then there was really no reason for me to stay there.” Looking falsely sympathetic, Jacobs asked, “No other relatives?” She shook her head,then sipped at her drink. “No. I’m on my own, and that’s sort of a good thing, don’t you think? No responsibilities, I mean.” “You could look at it that way.” He touched the back of her hand with one finger, a gesture meant to be sympathetic, but felt totally smarmy to Celia considering the look in his eyes. “Nohusband, or at least afiance ? I would think a woman as beautiful as you would have been captured by now by some lucky man.” Again she bit her lip. She could just imagine what his idea ofcapture entailed. “I had a few boyfriends. But they were all yokels. They had these plans of settling down and starting a family.” She was every day of twenty-six years old, but for as long as she could remember, folks had told her she looked younger. She hoped it was true, or she was about to make an awful fool of herself. She cleared her throat and said, “I’m too young to do all that. I have tons of time to settle down after I’ve done all the things I’d like to do.” Jacobs studied her, making her squirm, then he asked, “You’re definitely too young. About twenty or so, right?” She beamed at him, affecting her ditzy look.“Twenty-one, free and fully legal. Marriage should be when you’re, like, thirty or something, right?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His smile was indulgent.“Absolutely. So Celia, tell me about these things you’d like to do with your life.” She blushed again. A pale complexion had always been the bane of her life, but now she counted herself lucky. She flipped her hair over her shoulders, shrugged and whispered, “You’ll think I’m silly.” His fingers drifted over her cheek.“Not at all.” She drew a deep breath, more to steady her stomach than to draw forth her nerve. “Well, my grandmother used to say I was pretty enough to be a model.” She peeked up at him. “I know I’m not, but it’s something I’ve always dreamed about.Seeing myself in a magazine.Or maybe being in commercials.” She shivered. “It would be so wonderful!” Jacobs toyed with his glass, swirling the amber liquid around as if in deep thought, while staring at her. His stare was nothing like Alec’s. It unnerved her, that much was familiar, but with Alec she felt charged and alive, with this man she felt dread and bone-deep discomfort, something very close to fear. She sighed. “I know.Fanciful dreams. But I figured I had to at least try or I’d never be able to forgive myself. Only I didn’t get much farther than this before I started toran out of money and I have no idea who to contact, or how to go about getting the attention of an agent. Tomorrow I’m going to be practical though. I’m going to find a job somewhere, save up more money, then get started again.” “Where will you work?” he asked with concern. Shrugging, Celia said, “At a restaurant I suppose. I’ve seen plenty of signs up for waitresses and they say the tips are good.” “Oh, I’ve no doubt you’ll make plenty in tips, but a job like that would be an insult to a woman as lovely as you.” He dragged one long finger around the rim of his glass, as if coming to a decision,then he

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“No.” He smiled again. “Celia, would you pose for me?” She almost swallowed her tongue. Her pulse raced, her heart jumped. “I beg your pardon?” His look was calculating and predatory. “Along with own-ingthis bar, I have many connections in the fashion world. I’m actually a fairly well-known agent and I work with lots of girls. I want to see if you’re comfortable showing yourself to advantage. If you are, why then, I think I may have a proposition for you.” Since she had absolutely no intention of going anywhere alone with this man, she immediately stood and held out her arms. Smiling with false hope, she turned a pirouette and struck several provocative poses. Looking eager, she asked, “Should I stand on a table? I would you know. I desperately want a chance to prove myself.” Jacobs laughed in genuine delight. “That won’t be necessary. And besides, I think your boyfriend might object to that. He looks ready to self-destruct.” She resisted the nearly impossible urge to look at Alec.“My boyfriend?” Jacobs nodded to the other side of the bar. “You caught his attention with your little show and somehow I get the impression he’d like another go at you.” Celia glanced in the direction Jacobs indicated, taking her time before finally focusing on Alec. She saw that damn waitress now perched in his lap, one of her hands under Alec’s shirt, stroking his belly. Alec seemed to be giving her mouth-to-mouth. Celia’s disgust was very real. “He’s a macho pig. Believeme, he’s of no concern at all.” “Excellent. I just thought it prudent to ask.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia eagerlyreseated herself. “So what is your proposition?” Again, Jacobs laughed at her enthusiasm. “There’s a party tonight. A lot of important people will be there. I’d like you to come.” Her heart nearly exploded at this incredible chance to make headway. Surely Hannah would be there, and if Celia could only talk to her alone for a moment, she might be able to get the girl to go home. Interrupting her thoughts, Jacobs reached out for her hand again. “We can leave here in an hour or so. I’ll take you myself.” She remembered her precarious position and ducked her face, moaning. “Gosh, I wish I could! This is just awful.” His fingers tightened almost cruelly on her own. “What is it?” Working up a tear, she said, “I can’t go looking like this!” She splayed her hands over her bosom, indicating her attire. “My dress is totally inappropriate. I want to make a grand impression when I do meet someone, not have them thinking I’m a country bumpkin.” He stared at her hands, or rather, her breasts beneath them. He licked his lips. “You’re right, of course. But it’s not a problem. We’ll stop by your room and you can change into something a little… dressier.” Not in this lifetime. Shaking her head, she conjured up the most dejected look she could manage. “You don’t understand. Iam a bumpkin. I don’t own anything fancy enough for an important party.” Jacobs checked his watch, letting a little irritation show through. “The boutique owner on Fifth andMainis a friend of mine. I’ll call her and tell her you’re coming.” Celia was stunned. “But I can’t afford…” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Stalling her objection inmidsentence , he withdrew his wallet and pulled out a wad of bills. Celia stared

wide-eyed, beyond being shocked. Thumbing out a string of twenties, he rolled them and stuffed them into her hand. “Buy yourself something spectacular and sexy—Shirley will help you decide. Leave everything in her capable hands. She works with me often. And then take a cab to the party. Arriving a few minutes late will help you make an entrance. It’ll intrigue certain fellows even more.” She stared at the money in her hand. “Are you serious?” Scribbling an address onto a napkin, Jacobs chuckled.“Absolutely. Believe me, honey, I can afford a new outfit for you, and when you get your first photo shoot, you can pay me back with interest. Agreed?” “You… you really think there’s a possibility?” “I think it’s a done deal.” He handed her the napkin. “Just tell the cabbie to deliver you to this address. The doorman will pay him. Be there byten o’clock, and in the meantime I’ll talk you up. You’ll make a huge splash tonight.” She felt staggered by how quickly things had progressed, and how incredibly easy it seemed. “This is like a dream.”More like a nightmare. Was this how Hannah had gotten sucked in, so fast she didn’t have time to think ? “Celia?” He tipped up her chin and his eyes were direct, a vague warning shining through the pale blue. “Don’t disappoint me now.” A fine trembling had invaded her body. Slowly she stood, moving away from his touch. “I’ll be there. And thank you. Thank you so much.” “It’s my pleasure.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

As she walked away, she thought of how she could warn Alec, how she could let him know what had transpired. But he wasn’t even looking at her. He was slumped in the booth, head back, eyes closed,the waitress still on his lap, chewing on his damn neck. Celia hoped she hit an artery. When she saw Alec’s hand go to the woman’s rump again, she set her teeth and marched on outside, quickly summoning a cab. It didn’t matter that Alec claimed it was a game. She needed him now, and he was playing with another woman. The jealousy was something she’d never experienced before, a devouring evil inside her, making her breath come fast and her heart thump too hard. It staggered her, overriding the euphoria of all she’d accomplished tonight, the headway she’d made. Rather than planning on how to handle the rest of the evening, she wanted to wreak havoc, to beat on Alec and make him promise her he’d… The thought struck her like a smack to the head, nearly knocking her off her high heels. Dear God. She was in love with Alec Sharpe. Slumping back in the cab seat, she groaned and covered her face with her hands.Of all the incredible things to happen. And she had the awful suspicion she’d actually fallen for the tough guy some time ago—like when she’d very first met him. The sight of him excited her. The smell of him excited her. The way he talked and walked and his roughness mixed with his protective instincts… Well hell. It didn’t get much worse than this. Alec sat in the dark, just waiting. Every muscle in his body felt tight, almost quivering, and he thought he might explode at any moment if… The lock on the door clicked and slowly opened. He didn’t move except for the narrowing of his eyes. Every nerve was on alert, ready,almost anxious for any confrontation that would allow him to let off a little steam. And then he recognized her scent; he knew Celia, body and soul, on an elemental level that

gripped him gut-deep. He could have picked her out of a hundred women just by the touch of her skin or her arousing fragrance, not store-bought but a part of the woman.His woman. The fact that it was Celia entering, rather than an intruder, was almost better. It certainly allowed some of his panic to recede, making the way clear for his rage. He waited for the door to close so no one would hear the argument about to erupt. When she flipped on a light switch and turned to see him, she Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

gasped, then immediately went on the defensive. Clutching the front of her dress over her heart with a fist, she said, “Alec! You scared me half to death! What are you doing sneaking in here?” He came slowly, angrily to his feet. Gaze pinning her, he stalked forward. There was very little talking he planned to do until a few of his questions were answered. “Where the hell have you been?” He didn’t recognize his own voice, but he’d been through twenty kinds of hell in the past hour and he didn’t like feeling that much, not when he’d spent a good part of life freezing out deeper emotions and feelings. Yet she consistently, repeatedly,deliberately made him feel things. He didn’t touch her, merely loomed over her, feeling every bit as much a demon as he’d often been accused of being. She glared at him. “If you hadn’t been playingsucky -face with that scrawny waitress, I’d have been able to get your attention when I left.” “I saw you leave, damn it.” His teeth ached from clenching them so tightly; did she honestly think he hadn’t seen every little move she’d made? He reached out and slowly crowded her back against the wall. She didn’t look intimidated, she just looked mad. Good, misery loved company. “Why the hell didn’t you wait outside for me?” “Because I couldn’t.”Her little nose went into the air. “I had to buy a dress for a party tonight.” A red haze covered his vision. “Forget it.” She suddenly gasped. “You’re drunk!” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Not even close.” Her breasts brushed his chest and his stomach tightened. “I can smell the alcohol on your breath, Alec.” “One glass of whiskey.And believeme, it’d take more than that, so stop trying to turn the tide. You’ve got some explaining to do, lady, and I’m about clean out of patience.” She searched his face,then suddenly punched his chest. “You have lipstick on yourear , damn it! And you smell like a French whore.” What that had to do with anything he couldn’t imagine. “She was all over me, Celia. Until I can change clothes, we’ll both have to put up with it.” “Wrong. I don’t have to put up with anything.” She glanced at the clock beside the bed and muttered, “I’ve only got a half an hour to get changed and get to the party. Hopefully it’s not too far away.” Propping both hands beside her head, imprisoning her with his body, he fought to maintain his control. “You’re not going to any damn party, baby.” “Oh yes I am! This is the best opportunity in the world to find Hannah. I have to go.” “No.” She drew herself up. “I don’t have time for this, Alec.” Then just as quickly she asked with a sneer, “Did you enjoy yourself at the bar?” He wrapped one large hand around her skull to hold her still,then leaned forward until their noses touched.“With Jacobs leering at you?” The rage bubbled up again and he squeezed his eyes shut. “You don’t have any idea how damn hard that was for me, do you?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You looked plenty distracted to me.” “Which was the point, damn it!”

She blinked at his raised tone. “You really didn’t enjoy kissing her?” Shoving himself away from the wall with a burst of energy, he paced, then immediately stalked back. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his fly. “That’s reserved for you, lady.” She started to pull away but he wouldn’t let her. A small groan escaped him. “A sheik’s harem wouldn’t do it for me now, not whenI’m wanting you.” Her fingers curled, caressing him. In a whisper, she asked, “Do you mean that, Alec?” Staring at her hard, he said, “I’ve told you all alongit’s you. If I only wanted to get laid, I damn sure could have done that long before tonight, and with a hell of a lot less trouble than you give me.” Her breath came a little faster and she nervously licked her lips. Alec groaned, all his anger transferring into red-hot need. He wanted to brand her, put his mark on her forall the world to see. He wanted her acceptance and understanding. To block the assault of emotions he didn’t want to deal with, he kissed her, long and hard and with so much possession and passion she all but forgot about the damn party. But of course, she couldn’t. In trembling tones, she said, “I want you, too, Alec, I really do.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He leaned back to look at her, his own body shaking. “But I have to do this. Please.” Her eyes pleaded with him and he turned away, but she caught him by the waistband of his jeans and held on. It was either give in to her, or drag her in his wake. “Alec,please ?” He had to think, but there really wasn’t time. She’d said she had only a half hour. Still without looking at her, not willing to test his control that far, he said, “Tell me everything.Hurry.” She did, and Alec had to agree that the possibilities were endless.Getting into the mind-set of the chase helped to clear his head of the lust.But not completely. “He even sent me to this shady little boutique where a woman named Shirley dressed me like a damned Thanksgiving turkey, from my earrings down to the sandals I’ll wear. I had the feeling this was some sort of arrangement they had, that a lot of girls are paraded through that boutique and outfittedappropriately .” In a lower voice, she confided, “Shirley looks like anAlcatrazescapee. Really gave me the willies.” He chewed the side of his mouth, thinking it all through logically before finally accepting that he had little choice in letting her go. “All right.”He turned to glare at her, wanting no misunderstandings. “My instincts as a man tell me to say no way, to tie you to the damn bed and keep you there if necessary. But,” he added when she started to object, “asan agent, I know this could be our only opening.” She looked as though she had mixed feelings about his capitulation. “So you agree?” “Yeah.But I’m going, too. No, don’t panic. I’ll be outside, but close. If you need me, just hit the button on your phone. Any call at all and I’m coming in, babe, so be careful.” She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. “I hate to admit it, but I’m glad to know you’ll be there.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Holding her so close was like a tonic, both soothing him and setting his blood to pumping. He pressed his nose to her neck and breathed deeply. “Having second thoughts?” She was on tiptoe and he slipped his hands beneath her skirt to fill his palms with her soft bottom. He needed something to tide him over, and touching her was a small consolation.

She groaned, but shook her head. “No, I’m doing this, Alec, I have to. But I feel better about the whole thing, knowing I won’t be alone.” Two seconds more of her willing acceptance and he’d crumble. That would sure as hell shoot the night, at the same time demolishing the progress he’d made. Knowing that helped him do the right thing. He pried her arms loose and gently sent her into the bathroom with a firm swat on her perfect fanny. He had a bad feeling about all this, not a gut instinct, which he wouldn’t have dared ignore, but just an unsettled feeling in his chest, like a hard fist squeezed around his heart. He didn’t like it. “Go get dressed, Celia, before I change my mind. To keep any onlookers from getting suspicious, I’m going out to wait in my car. After the cab picks you up, I’ll follow along, but you won’t see me, okay?” “What if Jacobs has guards?” “They’ll never know I’m there.” “You’re that good?” He smiled and deliberately dropped his voice to a low, seductive tone. “I promise to be the best you ever had.” He left before she could get her mouth closed or find a suitable comeback. Hopefully he’d have a chance to prove that taunt, and soon. Most of the world considered him a mean son of a bitch, dangerously lethal, invulnerable,hard -edged. But Celia had never backed down from him. At first her spunk and cursed doggedness, along with her sweet good looks, had merely intrigued him. But now she’d managed to crawl under his skin and he had a feeling her unsettling effect wasn’t going to go away any time soon. For awhile there, he’d thought making love to her would help, would wash her out of his system so he could start thinking rationally again, with his brains rather than his libido. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Now, he wasn’t so sure. He hoped she came to reason soon, because he really didn’t think he could take much more. CHAPTER EIGHT Contents-Prev|Next Her face hurt from smiling, her brain hurt from concentrating so hard on appearing insipid, and every muscle in her body ached from the need to hideherself away. In a house this size, it should have been easy.But not once since she’d entered had she been given a private moment. She felt like a piece of raw meat displayed in the market window. The brown stone structure was heavily guarded, surrounded by a tall, black, wrought-iron fence complete with automatic locking driveway gate and intercoms at every entrance. Guards stood at several windows, both inside and out. Even if she’d wanted to leave, it would have been impossible. The outfit Shirley had insisted was perfect hadn’t seemed nearly so skimpy in the shop when she’d hurriedly accepted it, as it did now with a largely male audience ogling her ever}‘move. The black pantsuit had a loose, low-cut crop top that exposed her cleavage and barely hung low enough to conceal the bottom curves of her breasts. It was briefer than many bathing suit bras she’d seen, and since it hung free from her shoulders, she had to be very careful about how she moved. Paired with the low-riding, hip-hugger pants, it left a lot of midriff bare.The material was raw silk and the slightly flared pants made her legs look longer, especially with the impossibly high-heeled sandals that made merely walking a concerted effort. Dangling gold earring hoops nearly touched her shoulders, and matched the gold chain around her waist, hanging over her exposed navel.

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When the men at the party spoke to her, they tended to stare at her belly, or her cleavage. Two of them had the audacity to take her hand and force her into a circle so they could gape at her behind. Several had felt free to stroke her stomach with the backs of their knuckles—and Celia, who thought she’d known all about shame—had nearly closed in on herself. The possessive touches made her stomach turn, and she’d gulped down a few too many drinks trying to shore up her courage. One thought kept going through her mind: Alec never made her feel like this. His touch excited her and made her tingle and she knew without a doubt he could easily make her beg for his body. But he never would, because what he offered he offered freely and without restriction, respecting her and her desires as natural and healthy. There was nothing natural or healthy about the way these men looked at her. “Are you enjoying yourself, Celia?” She did her best to look awed. “Oh yes, Marc. Everyone is so fascinating. See that man over there? He told me he’s a film producer and said he’d like to see me again! Isn’t that exciting?” Marc Jacobs smiled benignly. “Wonderful. I knew you’d do well. But I have even better news. A fellow colleague would like to talk to you privately.” Her heart seemed to shudder and die inmidbeat . She stared at him stupidly. “Oh, now don’t get nervous. You’ll do fine.” He replaced her empty wineglass with a full one from the tray of a passing waitress. Celia automatically sipped. “You look unquestionably edible, Celia, so I’m not at all surprised that Blair noticed you. He freelances for several major magazines, and if I don’t miss my guess, he’s already picturing you in several spreads. As your acting agent, I recommend you do your best to ingratiate yourself with him.” Celia was busy trying to cover her nervousness, hoping to come up with a way to avoid yet another isolated meeting, when she and Jacobs were approached by two young women. They were each beautiful, putting Celia to disgrace. One had caramel-coloredskin and wide, slanted cat eyes and a generous mouth. Her hair was ruthlessly short, but the style suited her high cheekbones and bold features. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The other woman had long, sleek, flowing black hair. Her skin was flawless, very pale, and she had green eyes fringed by lush lashes that added startlingcolor to her face. She was tall, topping Celia by several inches, and her body was willowy, bordering on waiflike. Both women were grinning, sipping drinks, and appeared happy. Jacobs put one arm around each and made introductions. “Celia, I asked Jade and Hannah to show you around. They’re familiar with everyone here and can help you get acclimated.” Celia nearly bit her tongue.Hannah . And the girl was impeccably dressed in designer clothing, her face radiant,her expression carefree. Had Alec been right? Was she wasting her time? With a bold squeeze to each woman’s derriere, Jacobs excused himself. He told Celia he’d be back shortly to escort her in to the private meeting. As soon as he was gone, Jade rubbed her bottom. “Damn, I hate when he does that.” She grinned at Celia and stuck out her hand. “So you’re new? I hope you’re not one of those wide-eyed hopefuls, though truth to tell, you look a lot older than most of the girls Marc brings around.” Jade looked about fifteen but was surely older. She shook Celia’s hand,then turned pleading eyes on Hannah. “Can you do the show and tell? I want to get off my feet for awhile. My legs are killing me, and with Marc gone, this might be my only chance to rest.”

Hannah’s smile was genuine.“Sure thing.” She looped arms with Celia. “We’ll tour around and get acquainted. But find someplace private to crash. If Marc finds you hiding, you know he won’t like it.” With a crooked smile that made her look even younger, Jade said, “I was thinking of a broom closet, actually.” Flicking them an airy wave, she walked away, leaving Hannah chuckling behind her. Celia tried to take advantage of her private time with the girl. “I’m Celia Sharpe,” she improvised. Hannah smiled again. “I’m just Hannah, you know, likeCher.” She took Celia’s glass and put it on a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

table already littered with an overflowing ashtray and a few crumpled napkins. “You’ve had enough of that, haven’t you? You look a bit tipsy.” “I don’t drink much,” Celia admitted. “But here, someone is constantly—” “Giving you a new one, I know. I think the men like to keep us tipsy. You can imagine why.” Celia stared at her, hoping to gain her confidence. “Why?” But Hannah just laughed and shook her head. Celia would have liked to have Hannah’s last name verified, but the girl matched the description she’d gotten from Mrs. Barrington, so that was good enough for her. “What are we supposed to be doing, Hannah?” “Well, for now, just mingling. If you see anyone looking at you, smile, flirt, encourage him with a look, that sort of thing.” Carefully, Celia asked, “And that’ll help us getmodeling jobs?” Hannah groaned. “Youare a hopeful, aren’t you?Honey, get realistic. Do you really expect to make it big through this crowd?” Feeling like a child needing instruction, especially with Hannah’s worldly air, Celia said, “Marc told me—” “Whatever he had toto get you here.Marc appreciates a beautiful woman. And he’ll take care of you, so don’t worry about that. He’ll dress you nice and set you up in a place to live.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“How, if we’re not working?” Hannah gave her a pitying shake of her head. “You know what?” She took Celia’s arm and dragged her around a corner of the main room, behind a large planter. “I shouldn’t do this, and if you squeal on me—well, let’s just say you really shouldn’t, okay? But Celia, if you had any sense at all, you’d get out of here right now.” Celia had to look up to meet the girl’s eyes. Measuring her words, she said, “I can’t. Marc has a meeting set up for me with someone named Blair.” Hannah’s face paled and she closed her eyes. “Well. He’s not wasting any time with you, is he? It must be because you are a bit older, and he figures you can handle it.” Celia clutched Hannah’s arm. “Hannah, what’s going on? Tell me, please. I’d like to help you if I can.” Laughing, Hannah looked at her like she was deranged. “How could you help me? You’re even more naive than I was.” Then she sobered and shook her head.“Oh God. I shouldn’t even be talking to you here.If Marc found out… Come on. Let’s go back out and mingle. Forget everything I said.” Celia held back, causing Hannah to stop and look at her. “Hannah…” She bit her lip,then decided to take a major chance. She had no idea when she’d get another opportunity to talk to Hannah alone. “What if I told you I could help you? What if I told you I spoke with your mother this morning and she cried? She desperately wants you to come home, and she’s worried sick.” Taking a stunned step backward, Hannah stared at her. Her face went utterly white and her eyes dilated. Then, as if terrified, she looked around to guarantee their privacy and spoke quickly. “You’re crazy. Forget you even saw me, okay? And get out of here while you can.” She turned to leave, and practically ran into Jacobs.

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Suspicion reeked from his tone and Celia knew neither of them were going anywhere until Jacobs was ready to let them go. Her heart raced and her wine-muddled brain worked frantically for an excuse. Quickly, unwilling to let Hannah get in trouble for her folly, she said, “I’m… well, I’m embarrassed to say. I really hoped Hannah could help without anyone else knowing.” Hannah sucked in a breath. Jacobs’s eyes darkened and his expression shifted, turning hard. His smile was stiff. “Tell me what the problem is.” “I can’t. I’ll feel like a fool.” His grip tightened on Hannah until she gasped and stared at Celia with pleading green eyes. “Do so anyway,” Jacobs said. “I insist.” With her face on fire and a hasty look around, Celia mumbled, “I just started my monthly. Oh I know,it’s rotten timing and the absolutely worst kind of luck. But I was hoping Hannah could show me where the bathroom is and help me, well, you know. Find what I need.” She peeked up at Jacobs to see a bemused expression on his face. His hands stopped squeezing Hannah to caress her arms instead. Celia wanted to kill him, knowing how shaken Hannah was by their near miss, knowing he’d meant to affect her in just that way. His intimate hold on the girl now was far more lethal than the physical strength in his hands. Then Jacobs laughed. “Celia, we’re all adults here and I work with women on a daily basis. Really, it’s not a problem. I’m sure Hannah can help you out. But hurry. Blair is waiting in the den.” His gaze went back to Hannah and there was a distinct warning there. “You’ll see that she comes directly to the den?” Hannah smiled, and she appeared forall the world as carefree as when Celia had first met her moments ago. It was as if the heated, nearly disastrous confrontation had never happened. “We ladies will need Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

just a few moments,then we’ll be there. I wouldn’t want her to miss anything important.” Jacobs rubbed his chin. “Good.” Leaning down, he kissed Hannah on the mouth, proving his possession.Hannah smiled and kissed him back. As they hurried away, Celia thought she might faint from residual fear. She watched Hannah blink, saw her acceptance replaced with pure hatred and disgust. Celia had to get her away from here, as soon as humanly possible. And if that meant facing Blair and probable degradation, she could do it. More than ever, she was determined to save Hannah Barrington. Waiting wasn’t easy for Alec; he was more a man of action. His tendency was always direct confrontation. Defeat and remove threats. But that wasn’t always legal, and he doubted Celia, or Dane for that matter, would tolerate him taking the law into his own hands right now. The cell phone sat on the truck seat beside him, and he stared at it, daring it to ring, torn between wanting it to so he could rush in and remove Celia from the brownstone, and hoping she was okay and didn’t need him at all. Memories of long ago flooded in on him, making the air inside the truck too thick and hot to breathe. He didn’t want to remember that night, or how badly it had ended. Time had proven him to be a better man, more mentally and physically equipped to handle anything that might come along. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes—any of them—again. Harm wouldn’t come to Celia, because he wouldn’t let it. Muscles tight despite the pep talk he’d just given himself, Alec rolled down the window and stared through the darkness with his field glasses, forcefully pushing the oppressing memory away. A guard

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stood by thegate x\where Celia had been dropped off in that killer outfit that had almost caused his heart to stop. Another guard waited at the front door. He had no doubt more loomed around every corner. They were all wired, meaning they could communicate easily with each other. He had not a single doubt he could get past them all if Celia needed him. But if that situation arose, it didn’t bode well for the guards, because he’d protect her at any cost and to hell with what was legal. A sudden yellow glow flared out over the west side of the lawn from a large window, drawing his attention. Someone had turned on a light. With the glasses, Alec could see shadows of people moving about in the room, through the open draperies. But the angle wasn’t right for him to see much more. Silently, driven by instincts, he left the truck and went to crouch in a scraggly stand of trees on the side of the road. Given the distance from the house, his all-black attire, and his undetectable movements, the guards would never notice him. Again he put the glasses to his eyes and surveyed the house. He saw Jacobs first, leaning against a desk and sipping a drink. He was smiling, his expression lurid. A lump formed in Alec’s throat and even before he saw her, he knew Celia was in that room, that she was the object of Jacobs’s interest. He adjusted his position, his body going taut. Laughing and holding her arms in the air to do another graceful, dancing turn, Celia passed through his line of vision. Another man followed. Heavyset, like a bulldog, and with a crooked smile and avid stare, he watched Celia as she performed. Something happened that made the man laugh. He reached out, cuddled Celia close to his thick side, and kissed her. Alec dropped the glasses. His heart raced so fast he almost blacked out, rapidly sucking inlungfuls of heavy, humid air. Leaning against a tree, he squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on breathing, on regaining control so he didn’t rush in and start murdering people. But his time would come. Before this was over, he’d meet that man—Jacobs, too—face-to-face. Then the lawbe damned because he would have his retribution. Knowing she’d been with Raymond was always hard enough. But at least that was a man Celia had chosen for herself, a man she’d goneto willingly. He could deal with that— barely. The savage, nearly overwhelming possession he felt for her tended to shake him up. It wasn’t something he was used to, yet Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

the feelings grew stronger every day. He was almost tired of fighting it, but that insidious remorse from long ago lingered in his guts, reminding him to be cautious. Forcing himself into an almost impossible calm, blanking out the turmoil he suffered over Celia and doing his best to regard her as any other woman, he wiped the sweat from his brow and again picked up the glasses to watch. She giggled and flirted, but somehow she managed to stay out of reach for the next twenty minutes. When she finally tipped her head and made an apologetic face, Alec could read her mind as clearly as if the words were written before him. Poor thing, she had no reserve left. The game had completely done her in and she looked weary from her soul out. He wanted to remove her from that place, coddle her,protect her. He’d hoped to make love to her tonight, but now he reconsidered. She needed some peace and quiet to recoup. He knew only too well the emotional toll of mingling with the very devils that visited your nightmares. He’d been there too many times himself not to know. Celia was making her excuses now, planning her departure. She had to be careful not to give herself away, and she was. Like a pro, she handled herself beautifully and he nearly burst with pride, at the same

time swearing to himself that once this was over, he’d never let her get this embroiled in danger again. He watched the room until everyone had walked out and the light was turned off. Then he crept back to the truck and slid behind the wheel. He wouldn’t leave until she did, and it was less than a half hour, that felt like a week, before a cab pulled up to the gate. The guard, using a built-in intercom, made a call to the house and minutes later Jacobs escorted Celia down the walk. He opened the door of the cab for her,then touched her cheek in a gesture that should have seemed tender but instead seemed predatory. Celia, smiling up at him, said something Alec couldn’t hear and climbed into the back of the cab. Both Alec and Jacobs watched the cab pull away until it was out of sight. With a lift of his hand, Jacobs signalled another man who hurried to a car and immediately tailed her. Alec worked his jaw. Jacobs wasn’t taking any chances with his new recruit, which left Alec with two options. He could either avoid detection by staying away from Celia tonight. Or he could reach her motel room first and already be inside when she got there, so that no one would see him enter. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

To him, there was really no choice at all. Celia knew she was being followed and she prayed for Alec to be discreet. Would he know about the other car? She had to think he would, considering Dane claimed him to be the very best agent in the business. Of all the things she’d been through, she couldn’t bear it if Alec got hurt. She needed him, but with the tail Jacobs had called on her, it wasn’t likely he could get anywhere near her tonight. Her head pounded from stress and too much alcohol, and she felt utterly drained. The cabbie, thankfully, was silent. Since Jacobs had prepaid, the moment the cab stopped she jumped out and hurried to the stairs leading to her motel room. She didn’t want to wait and have a possible confrontation with the thug following her. Her hand shook terribly as she tried to get her key to work, and when the door finally swung open she practically leaped inside and then slammed it behind her. With numb, shaking fingers, she turned all the locks on the door. “Celia.” She screamed,he startled her so badly. But in the next instant she realized it was Alec. She didn’t need the light to recognize his voice, his scent, his nearness. Blindly, a sob catching in her throat, she reached out for him. Alec gathered her close, crooning, holding her so tight it should have hurt but instead offered all the comfort she craved. “It’s all right now, babe.” She sniffled and tried to collect herself. With a choked laugh, she said, “You’re going to think I’m a weenie, carrying on like this.” “No.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “You’ve impressed the hell out of me. How did you get out of there so early?” She tucked her face under his chin and her shoulders shook with nearly hysterical giggles. “I told Jacobs I had my period.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Alec smiled against her cheek. “Smart.” Pushing back, she cradled his face in her hands. “How did you get here before me?” “Drove like hell, ran red lights, ignored sirens.” He squeezed her. “It was either that orwait till morning because Jacobs had you followed.” “I know. I was afraid you’d… wait.” With each beat of silence that passed, a throbbing thickness filled the air. She could feel Alec’s gaze, as

tangible as his heat and scent. Then he whispered, “Not a chance.” “Alec…” Suddenly her legs wanted to crumble and Alec lifted her, holding her close while he seated himself on the edge of the bed, holding her in his lap. But she pushed against him, trying to get loose, sudden disgust filling her. “I have to shower. I have to get these awful clothes off, I have to—” “Shhh…” “You don’t understand.” Struggling for breath, pushing as hard as she could against his unbreakable hold, she said, “I… Ido feel dirty now.” Another beat of silence. “Then we’ll both shower.” Alec lifted her and carried her into the bathroom. Celia wondered how he could see so well without a single light on. He must have cat eyes, she thought,then blinked against the harsh fluorescent glare when he turned on the light over the sink. She didn’t want him to see her and she would have turned her back except he didn’t let her. “Don’t hide from me, honey.Ever.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“But I feel—” “I know. I understand.” “You can’t.” “I do.” He bent and pulled her sandals off her feet, tossing them aside. “You feel foul from being near them, letting them think you’re like them when you never could be.” Her heart raced, her blood pumped fiercely. “Yes.” After sliding down the side zipper, he skimmed her pants down her legs. “And you want to somehow wash it all away. Believeme, I’ve done the same too many times to count.” Celia knew he spoke to her only as a distraction, but she gratefully accepted it anyway. She nodded, and Alec’s smile was tender. “Did you find Hannah?” he asked as he slipped her panties down her legs. But Celia was so caught up in thequestion, she couldn’t react to her undressing. “Oh Alec.It was so awful. If you’d seen her yourself, you wouldn’t have a single doubt that she’s there against her will. She just doesn’t know what to do or where to go.” Alec stood, this time paying no mind to her nudity. He pulled the miniscule crop top over her head and Celia, muffled under the silky material, gasped. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Good grief. Alec now had her skinned down to her earrings, and the gold chain around her waist. He smoothed her tousled hair back into place. “I believe you, sweetheart. And you’ll help Hannah. Everything will work out.” He pecked her on the nose before dropping the crop top with the pants. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Alec…” He gripped the gold belt and effortlessly snapped the links apart, letting the broken chain join the pile of her clothes. Celia stared at him, gold earrings dangling onto her naked shoulders. Being with Alec this way didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it felt incredibly right, the firstright thing all evening. Holding his gaze and her breath, she swallowed hard, then reached up and unhooked each earring. Alec took them from her to add to the pile. “They touched me.” The words, so loud in her head, emerged as a faint whisper. Starting at her ribs, Alec smoothed his hands over her skin, down her belly and back up again, then around and under her arms to coast over her spine. His large hands spanned so much of her on each wide sweep, up and down from shoulders to hips. He tipped up, her chin to gaze into her eyes. “Now I’ve touched you.” Her lip quivered. He was the most miraculous man she’d ever met. “Oh, Alec…” “Don’t you see, honey?” His touch was so gentle, his words more so. “If you weren’t discriminating, if

you were aseasy as you say, their attentions would have turned you on. I know every man in there had to enjoy the sight of you, because you’re beautiful and sexy and sweet. But that didn’t happen, did it? You weren’t at all flattered.” Very quietly, she said, “No.” He wasn’t through making his point. “You thought you loved Raymond, so he was safe.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She wanted to ask,What do you think I feel foryou?but she held the words back. As if he’d read her mind, he said, “You trust me, and you know I respect you, so feeling desire for me isn’t something that should shame you.And Celia?” He smoothed back her hair, cupped her face in his palms. “You feel something for me, don’tyou. ” It wasn’t a question, but rather a statement of fact, something he seemed supremely sure of. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be so sexually comfortable with me. And I’ve proven that you are comfortable, haven’t I, sweetheart?” She nodded, still very confused, but also overwhelmed. Alec sucked in a triumphant breath, his dark eyes glittering. He whispered, “I’ll make it better, babe. I promise.” And she knew he could. His touch, burning hot, seemed to penetrate beneath her skin, chasing away all the bad feelings. She shuddered and closed her eyes. “I feel a bit tipsy.” He smiled. “I know. I think you’re drunk.” Celia shook her head.“No, not drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing, Alec.” “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Her eyes opened. “Will you? Or do you plan to leave me again?” “Celia—” Knowing it was a combination of drink, upset nerves, and relief that for now it was over, she started to Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

hum. Alec’s gaze snapped to hers and he stared. Celia smiled. “I think I have a lot in common with Thelma Houston.” “Who?”Then he shook his head, his gaze suspicious. “Wait, this isn’t another muscle-boundwonderwoman you intend to emulate by lifting weights is it? Because honey, I have to tell you, I like your body exactly as it is.” “You don’t know Thelma Houston?Really?” At his blank stare, she said, “No. she’s not awonderwoman . But I do use her music when I exercise. I have all her old disco songs on CD. She keeps me motivated.” Celia could hardly believe she was standing naked with Alec Sharpe and explaining such a thing. She grinned. “You’re kidding, right?” His lip curled.“Disco?” Again she started humming, ignoring his rude attitude, building up, and her body swayed just a bit. Then, out of the blue, she sang softly, “Ahhhhh, baby!” Alec jumped, then took a step back, hands propped on his hips, a bemused expression on his face. Celia, not about to let him get away this time, swayed a little closer. She felt giddy and daring and horribly in love, though she wouldn’t admit that to Alec. He didn’t want her love, but he did wanther , and she was more than ready for him. She needed him, so his teasing was at an end, whether he liked it or not. Very low, she sang, “You started this fire down in my soul—” “Celia…” She kept singing. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Celia!” Laughing, Alec picked her up and swung her in a circle. “You can stop serenading me.” She cupped his cheeks, so pleased to see his rare laughter, so stunned by his masculine beauty. Loving him so much hurt, but it also made her feel whole and safe.And special. “The song is called, ‘Don’t Leave Me This Way.’” She kissed him softly. “You’re ready to succumb to my feminine wiles now?Because I want you, Alec Sharpe. I really do.” She touched his mouth. “Please, don’t leave me this way.” Very gently, he stood her back on her feet and his hands left her. Still with a crooked, immeasurably appealing grin, he began stripping away his own clothes. Alec was totally unselfconscious in his nudity, kicking off his boots, pushing his jeans down without haste or hesitation. Just looking at him, solid and strong and real, made her feel better. When he was completely naked, he turned to the tub and started the shower. Steam billowed out. He reached a hand toward her and Celia took it. They stepped into the shower together. CHAPTER NINE Contents-Prev|Next Alec couldn’t recall ever being so charmed, or so turned on, in his life. No woman had ever sung to him—if you could call Celia’s slightly off-key, tipsy crooning a song. He wasn’t familiar with the singer or the lyrics, but then music had never played a big part in his life, and he couldn’t recall ever singing a note. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Especially not disco. On rare occasions he’d listened to a little jazz.On very rare occasions. Fifteen years ago, he could remember coming home to the swelling sounds of a jazz band while Marissa danced around the floor, entertaining herself. He’d be dog-tired, sweaty from a long day of working in the sun, and she’d greet him with a swirl of her skirts and a huge smile, ready to take him to bed and ease his aches and pains. It had taken little more to make him content back then. But the smiles and the greetings hadn’t lasted for long. Alec realized later that it hadn’t been the music, so much as her happiness, that he had been drawn to. He’d fed off it like a starving man. Since then, he hadn’t had much reason, or any burning inclination, to listen to music. Music sort of went hand in hand with partying and a carefree attitude, and he’d sure as hell never been the type to enjoy crowds, raucous laughter, or frivolity. But Celia obviously was. And he had a feeling his recent show of sexual restraint had something to do with her dredging up that specific tune.Don’t leave me this way ? He smiled. It wasn’t exactly a subtle hint, but then Celia wasn’t exactly a subtle woman, not where he was concerned. But none of that mattered now. He had Celia naked, all soft and warm and ready, and his waiting was at an end. He hurt with wanting her from the top of his head down to his big feet with highly concentrated places in-between, and now the only thing holding him back was a desire to make it last a nice long time, the whole damn night if possible. She tried to face him, but he turned her so her back nestled his chest and the spray from the shower could wash over her breasts. Her nipples peaked and her thighs tightened. She was so hot she made him feel like a horny kid again, ready to explode over just a look. “Let me take care of you first, honey, okay?” She surprised him by whispering, “Anything you want, Alec.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Damn. Words like that could wellpush‘ him over the edge. Her body trembled and he knew she was

already aroused, which had a similar cause and effect on him. Her body was perfect to him, soft and feminine, but lightly muscled. He thought of the exercise equipment strewn around the floor of her room and he hugged her tighter. She never ceased to surprise him. In a low rumble, he said, “Relax against me so I can suds you up.” She tipped her head back to see him. “Take your hair out of the ponytail first. I want to see it.” Alec surveyed her curious expression. His hair was long out of disinterest, not out of any need to make a fashion statement. When he worked, as he had tonight, he tied it back to keep it from interfering with his vision. Practicality drove him, not fashion. But from the day he’d met her, Celia had been fascinated by his lack of social conformity. Her brother was polished; hell, her whole family was polished, down to designer shoes and two-hundred-dollar haircuts that made certain not a single curl strayed out of place. Celia’s own hair was usually in a sleek, sophisticated pageboy, but since going undercover, she’d worn it various ways, and he admired her new vamp persona. If she liked his hair, then he was more than willing to oblige her. He reached back and pulled the band loose. His hair, now long enough to hang to his shoulders, fell free, and Celia gave him a dazed, hot look. “I like it. It makes you look savage, especially with the earring.” Alec grinned again. He had her naked in the shower, both of them strung tight on desire, and they were carrying on a conversation about his hair. “I likeyou . Now hold still while I attend to certain things.” With his hands soapy, he began washing her, starting with her shoulders and upper chest, bypassing her sensitive breasts, regardless of how she squirmed and tried to get his hands to slick over there. He had to go carefully or it’d be done with before he even got started. He’d wanted her so long, fantasized about this for what seemed like forever, that his control was precarious at best. He should have been concerned that she might not be thinking clearly; she’d had a rather eventful night and obviously too much to drink. But strangely, heknew this to be the right decision, for both of them. And truth to tell, he simply wanted her too much to be swayed by scruples he couldn’t even pretend to possess. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Washing her slender thighs, he whispered, “Open your legs.” She whimpered softly, but complied. Alec slipped his hands over her, brushing his fingers through her soft intimate curls, letting the rough touch of his callused fingertips mingle with the tantalizing spray from the shower. Celia arched a little, pressing back against him. Her sweet breasts, glistening with water, rose and fell as she struggled for composure; her breathing accelerated, her hands dug into his naked thighs. She was already so close, and he pushed her, his fingers finding a rhythm and stroking deep over slick, tender, swollen flesh. “I want to kiss you, Alec!” Heat washed over him, he was so pleased with her. She didn’t want to reach her peak without him, afraid, he was certain, that he’d leave her again. He turned her, cradling her shoulders, and kissed her deeply. Against her lips, he explained, “I want you to come now for me, honey, because the devil knows once I get inside you, I won’t be able to last long.” She groaned and one small hand slid down his chest to his erection. Alec sucked in a breath. “That’s not going to help, babe.” “We have to be fair,” she whispered, looking at him through dazed golden eyes. Her makeup was

washed away, her fair hair slicked back by the shower, emphasizing the fine, delicate bones of her face. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed with desire. She was by far the most appealing woman he’d ever seen. She smiled at him. “You’re so gorgeous, Alec, so lean and hard and long-limbed. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I think about touching you all the time.” He laughed, a little taken aback by her compliment. “I’m not exactly handsome, Celia.” He knew, if anything, it was his look of menace that drew women, not classic good looks. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She kissed his chest, his throat, all the time holding him in her small palm, not moving, just holding him,making him crazed. He had to fight the instinct to move his hips, to thrust through her fingers. “You’re rough and dangerous and sinfully sexy. No woman could resist you. I used to feel guilty for wanting you so much.” She peeked up. “For all the lurid thoughts I had.” Catching her wrist, he pulled her hand away and pinned it behind her back, which pressed her plump breasts to his ribs. He could feel her stiff little nipples, sliding against his slick wet skin, and adding to his sexual frenzy. When she reached for him with her other hand, he captured it as well, twining his fingers with hers. “You sure as hell held off long enough.” The words were low, growled. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?” She squirmed against his tight hold. “Alec, I need you now.” Every time she said it, she drove him closer to the edge. Through gritted teeth, he asked, “Do you still feel dirty, Celia?” “No.” Her wet, naked body writhed against him. “Are you sure you want me? ‘Cause, babe, this won’t be a one-time deal. It’s going to take a hell of a lot for me to get my fill of you.” Nuzzling against his chest, she found his nipple and licked delicately. “You can take all the time you need.” His control snapped. He released her and within two minutes had finished bathing and rinsing himself. Celia watched, touching him, exploring his body each time he moved. He turned the water off and jerked the shower curtain open. Celia, with a smug, very feminine smile, reached for a towel. “To hell with that.”He picked her up, dripping wet, and walked to the bed. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Now she laughed as he stepped over and around exercise equipment. “Alec, we’ll ruin the sheets!” He didn’t bother to answer her as he laid her among the tangle of bedclothes,then went back into the bathroom to fetch his wallet from his jeans. He tossed it onto the nightstand, coming down beside her at the same time and immediately catching a soft breast in his palm. His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking strongly, and Celia gasped. One hand tangled in his hair while her other hand gripped his shoulder, her nails stinging. Licking water from her chest he tasted every inch of her upper body, pausing often to sate himself on her luscious little breasts. Her nipples were rosy, tight, and he couldn’t get enough. He thought he might be going too fast, but he wanted to devour her, to devastate her as much as he felt devastated. When he slipped one hand over her soft belly and thrust two fingers in her, she cried out. She was wet and so damn hot he couldn’t wait. His hand moved easily, readying her further, preparing her for him. He felt her muscles clamp down on his fingers, at the same time she moaned. Cursing, he shoved himself to her side and frantically groped around on the nightstand for his wallet.

Celia came to her knees, hugging him from behind, making it more difficult than it should have been to find a condom. When he finally had it on, he flipped her to her back, hooked her legs through his elbows and opened her completely. She didn’t object; her head was back, her eyes closed and her breath came fast and uneven. Alec slowed, leaning forward by small degrees and watching as his erection pushed into her, past her soft, pink folds. He groaned. “Celia.” Her eyesopened, the hazel like warm gold, her pupils dilated. Her cheeks and breasts were warmly flushed and her body trembled beneath him. “Look at me, babe.” She did, panting in tune to Alec’s thundering heart. Their gazes locked. “Tell me you want this, that you want me.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her fingers knotted fretfully in the sheets and she licked her lips. Her entire body was tight, straining. Alec pushed in a little deeper. He tortured them both, but it was the most sensational thing he’d ever felt. “I want you, Alec,” shegroaned, her voice raw and filled with need. “I’ve wanted you for such a long time.” Panting, her hands smoothed over her breasts, as if appeasing anache, and Alec lost it. Seeing her touch herself was like throwing gasoline on a live fire—instant combustion. With a harsh growl, he buried himself inside her, forcing his way past the slight natural resistance of her body. Stilling, he dropped forward and they both moaned. Celia locked her legs around him and Alec pressed his face to her throat, smelling the sweet scent of her body, her hair, of Celia.Too good , he thought,too damn good . Making a quick adjustment, he put one hand beneath her hips and lifted her so she could take all of him and at that moment, she came, shocking the hell out of him and pushing him over the edge. Her body arched so hard she lifted him from the bed. He thrust just as hard, pinning her down again. He could feel the clenching of her inner muscles, the slight sting of her nails, and again, her sharp little teeth. He shouted, the pleasure was so acute, and with every muscle straining, he buried himself in her again and again, then joined her, coming until he felt too sated, too incredibly weak, to draw another single breath. He rested there on her, trying to gather his scattered wits and reconcile how incredible it felt to make love to Celia Carter. He’d known it would be good—knowing had kept himawake many nights and reduced him to an animal on the prowl. But he hadn’t expected this, something more than mere sex, something beyond the physical. He didn’t like it, but didn’t quite know what to do about it. Her rapid breaths still fanned his ear, and her gentle hands coasted up and down the long length of his damp back. He wanted to shout that he didn’t need her comfort, her gentleness, not after she’d so physically satisfied him. But the words wouldn’t come. He could barely draw breath. He felt her hesitate,then touch his right biceps. “Alec?” She spoke softly, breathlessly. “Where did you get the tattoo?” He closed his eyes. Maybe she’d think he was asleep. Maybe she’d even think he’d died, which Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

actually had been a pretty close thing judging by the furious drumming of his heart and the lack of coordination in his limbs. But his luck wasn’t that great. She tightened her hold, giving him a full body hug,then asked, “Alec?” He sighed, resigned. Well damn. Bliss can’t ever last for more than a few minutes. Alec pushed up to his elbows. Celia looked so sweet with her wet hairtangled, her cheeks still warm.

Almost against his will, he kissed her gently, and he never wanted to stop kissing her.That made him frown as he pulled away. “My wife talked me into it. Fifteen years ago.” Her eyes widened and her face went pale. “You have a wife?” Rolling to his back and propping his arms behind his head, he stared at the ceiling. Light from the bathroom cast long shadows and showed a fading watermark directly over his head. He’d known, sooner or later he’d have to tell her if he slept with her. Not that she needed an entire accounting of his life, no one did. But intimacy in the sack brought about other intimacies. And Celia was a curious woman, always digging in where she shouldn’t be. If the situation were reversed, if she’d tried to hide aspects of her life rather than presenting herself as an open book, he’d already have gotten into her personal file at Dane’s office, or he’d have run a check on her. But Celia wasn’t a natural snoop, and the thought never would have occurred to her to invade his privacy. One reality touched his tired brain: knowing would likely disgust her and put the distance he needed back between them. Not a physical distance, because he planned to keep her right where she was until he got the ache out of his system and could think rationally again. But the emotional distance was something he needed, and knowing a bit about his past ought to accomplish it. That alone was reason enough to tell her. He sighed again,then said with no emotion, no inflection whatsoever, “Not any more. She’s dead.” Alec had half expected her to leap from the bed, or to curse him. Knowing Celia, he’d definitely expected some sort of volatile reaction. All he got was a heavy silence that felt like an anvil sitting on his Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

windpipe, before she turned and cuddled up at his side. Surprised, he hesitated, then put one arm around her and prayed she wouldn’t start crying. He really hated it when she cried. “Did you love her?” Alec stilled. Shit, he hated questions like that. He’d rather deal with a tear or two. “Celia…” “You must have,” she whispered, her voice low and rev-erent, filled with tenderness, “to put something permanent on your body.” With one finger, she lightly traced the faded heart on his arm. “Right here, where thecolor’s kind of smudged… did you have her name removed?” Her name, but the memory had lingered, so overall it’d been a wasted effort.“Yeah.” “Why didn’t you have the whole thing taken off?” He glanced down at her. Her bare body curled against his, one slender thigh over his thicker, hairier one, her belly pressed up against his hip. Her skin was so fair against his darker body. He felt the renewed stirrings of desire and wanted to end the conversation as quickly as it had started. With a hot look, he told her, “It hurt like hell, having the thinglasered off, so I took off what I had to and figured to hell with the rest.” As a warning he added, “No one ever asks me about it.” “Why did you have to have her name taken off?” He looked away in disgust, his temper starting on a low boil. Celia heeded his warnings with as much caution as the wall might. “Look, Celia, why don’t we talk about this some other time?” “Because I know you won’t. Please, Alec?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Damn, he both hated and loved the way she asked him so nicely whenever she really wanted something. Her softly spoken words had the effect of bringing his body to full attention; there was no way she could

miss his blatant erection. She didn’t. Her hand crept down his belly, stroking the line of dark hair there, paused to toy with his navel for an excruciating moment,then continued on until she curled her small fist around him. His stomach muscles felt like iron, he was strung so taut. Without inhibition, she explored him, softly cupping his testicles, petting his rigid length, letting her thumb stroke over the very tip of him… Alec ground his teeth together.Talk about torture … “All right.I had her name taken off right after she died because I… Well…” It wasn’t like him to stumble over his words and he resented her for making him do so now. He turned, grabbed both her hands and pinned them over her head. Looming over her, his frown fierce, he barked, “So you want all the gory details, do you?” Her eyes widened, and she held her breath.“All right.” Celia bit her bottom lip. “Alec—” “My wife was the town slut.” He stared down at her, refusing to let her look away. She’d pushed for details and now she could just deal with them. “Like most guys ruled by hormones, the first time I got laid, I stupidly mistook lust for love.” He had to laugh at his own idiocy. Telling Celia about it should have made him uncomfortable, but their circumstances—naked in a bed after having just made love—superseded all other emotion. He wanted the telling through so he could have her again.And again and again, until the wanting went away. He didn’t like wanting her; anytime he’d wanted someone, it had ended up hurting like hell. His jaw locked with that pathetic thought and self-loathing filled him. He was a grown man now, and he’d long since learned to take life for what it was, without the illusions. Maybe it was time Celia learned, too. “I’d had a less than sterling home life after my mother died of ovarian cancer. My old man had run off on us when I was just a little kid, so my grandfather ended up with me. The old guy tried, I’ll give him that, but we didn’t have much in the way of luxury, and I was already mad as hell at the world. I didn’t make things easy on him. Whenever I’d push him too hard—and I was always real good at pushing—he’d get out a birch rod. The old coot had a hell of a swinging arm.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Big, horrified tears welled up in Celia’s eyes and Alec shook her, saying through his teeth, “Don’t you dare cry for me, Celia. I never got a damn thing that I didn’t deserve.Except maybe my wife.” Celia started to speak, but he didn’t want to hear anything she had to say. Knowing Celia and her soft heart, she’d try pitying him first, then cajoling, then comfort. He didn’t want any of it. He wanted to be inside her again so he could forget everything else in the explosive pleasure. Loosening his hold on her arms, he said, “She had a similar background to mine, but with her, it was a stepfather to contend with, a real mean son of a bitch that I used to dream about punching out. Of course I never did, but the fantasy was sweet. And if he hadn’t run off when he did, I might have eventually gone after him. Marissa celebrated with me the day he skipped town. She dragged me down by the river and went wild over me. That was the first night we had sex. “I rebelled over my life by being a jerk, but Marissa rebelled by taking any kind oflove she could get, from any guy who’d give it. I felt sorry for her at first, because she was one pathetic kid, thenlovestruck after she gave me my first taste of a female’s body. She was experienced enough to know exactly what she was doing, and with almost no effort, she turned me inside out. I let her become my whole focus. I thought she’d change, that I could make her life happy again, that she’d be content just being with me.” Helaughed, the sound a little too raw for his liking. “Turned out I was just one more guy in a long line of

idiots.” Celia turned her head to stare at the tattoo, the tears now clinging to her lashes. She gave a small, delicate sniff as she fought off the tears, but otherwise was quiet. Alec guessed she’d gotten more in the way of a story than she’d bargained for. He hadn’t intended to go into so much detail. The words had just sort of come out, against his will. He brushed her tears away with his thumbs,then continued. “As soon as we graduated high school, I started making plans for us to get married. I got a job working at a construction site, saved as much money as I could, and right before we turned nineteen, we eloped. To me, to the young stupid kid I was back then, that marriage was forever.” Celia’s eyes searched over his face, intent and filled with sadness.“Because you loved her.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His laugh was genuine this time.“Love? I don’t think so, babe. Hell, no nineteen-year-old knows what he’s thinking or feeling, especially when he’s only thinking with his gonads and not his brains. I thought I could make a difference, thought I couldsave her. But she straightened me out quick enough. Like your little Hannah, she wanted fame and fortune real bad. She was always talking about us moving away, but I could barely keep us afloat, much less consider packing up and heading out. “One day I came home from a twelve-hour shift to find a note saying she’d gone to visit a friend inChicago. It wasn’t until the next day that I found out she’d emptied out the savings account, not that we had much, but it would have been enough to pay the bills that were due. I had no idea where she’d gone, or where to find her. It took me awhile to track her down and by the time I caught up to her a couple of months later, she was strung out on dope and didn’t hesitate to tell me she liked the city life a lot more than anything I could offer her.” He got quiet, remembering despite himself. With the memory came the feelings of helplessness, of betrayal. They’d buried themselves deep in his soul and he’d never been able to shake them off. Celia touched his jaw and he admitted, “She, was living with three people—two of them men.” Pressed up against him so tightly, Alec felt her quickly drawn breath, the way she stiffened.“Oh no. Alec, what did you do?” He grinned evilly. “I beat the hell out of both the guys, though I had no idea which one was for her. Hell, maybe they both were. Knowing how insatiable she always was, I wouldn’t have put it past her. The cops got called, I got arrested, and she told me she was going to file for a divorce. I felt so damn sick, I didn’t even care. Right then, at that moment, standing in that crowded police station knowing all those uniforms felt sorry for me and that they were thinking what an ass I was to have ever fallen for her in the first place, I almost wanted to kill her myself. I did tell her to stay the hell out of my life.” Celia wrapped her arms tight around him in a near choke hold. “She was wrong, Alec. But don’t you see? She didn’t know any better—” “Like your Hannah?” He grabbed her arms to pull her loose, but she was like a damn spider monkey, clinging tight. “No!” Celia leaned back to look in his eyes, but didn’t loosen her hold on him. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he had to give up on prying her loose and let her squeeze on him all she wanted. “Hannah wants Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

help, Alec. She’s not like that. Her circumstances didn’t drive her away, only her bad judgment did.” “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He gave her a twisted smile that he knew damn good and well wouldn’t reassure her one bit, but it was the best he could offer at the present. “Just because I couldn’t do a damn

thing for my wife doesn’t mean I’ll leave little Hannah behind. You and I made a deal, and I’ll hold up my end of the bargain. I just wonder if she’ll thank you in the end.” His cold tone must have disturbed her, for she shivered and said, “Alec? What happened to your wife? You told me she died.” “Yeah.”He removed every bit of inflection he could from his tone, not wanting to give anything away, not wanting her pity, or even her understanding. “One month after I walked away without even trying to bring her home, she died.Overdosed during a party with her upscale friends. She never did get that divorce, so they called me, and when I went to see her body…” His voice trailed off and he closed his eyes, but he could still plainly see her, how ravaged she’d looked, how thin and old.Jesus . Her life in the big city had taken its toll. And Alec had never quite forgiven himself for not trying harder to bring her around. It had seemed from the time she was born, she hadn’t had a snowball’s chance in hell of surviving. Like so many otherpeople, he’djust given up on her. No matter what he told Celia, no matter what excuses he had, he’d let her down. He knew now he’d never loved her, but he had felt sorry for her and he still did. He’d had a responsibility to her, one that he’d conveniently forgotten when his pride got bruised. Some days he felt so guilty he could taste it. In so many ways, he felt sorry for Hannah, too, for being gullible and naive and vulnerable. But he didn’t want to get involved again. He hadn’t saved his wife, so why should he save anyone else?If it weren’t for Celia insisting… He hadn’t realized his arms had tightened on Celia again until she moved. She kissed him.“Shhh. I’m sorry I made you dredge that all up.” “I was behind on all my bills after the money she’d taken. I was barely able to catch up, and then she died and I couldn’t afford a funeral. My grandfather didn’t have any money, and her mother couldn’t have cared less. She was off with a new man by then.” He closed his eyes. “I had to let the state bury her…” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Alec.” Celia kissed him, giving him so much in the touch of her mouth to his. In near desperation, Alec cupped her face, holding her still while he took over, while he kissed her hungrily. Celia made him feel stronger and weaker than any other person he’d known. She stole his strength, but gave it back to him in spades. He opened his mouth against her neck, drawing the skin in against his teeth, moving his mouth down to suck voraciously at her nipples. She groaned, surprised at his urgency, but still responsive as ever. Hemuttered, his tone thick and dark, “Just give me this, Celia. It’s all I want. Just this…” For an answer, she wrapped her soft slender thighs tightly around his waist—and he was a goner. He didn’t believe in love; what he’d felt for his wife hadn’t even been real, but more a pathetic effort to save her and him-self, an effort he’d failed miserably. There hadn’t been another soul alive he’d let get under his skin since then. He saved people as part of his job. They were simple assignments, nothing more, easy to work through, easy to forget. Hannah could have been an assignment for someone else so he wouldn’t have had to get involved. But now there was Celia. And truth was,she scared him half to death. Making love to her seemed his only option, a physical way to drown out the sentient turmoil she caused. And now that he’d had release, just a bit of the edge was gone and he could take his time. Alec did all the things to her he’d ever imagined, and she revelled in each and every one. He made love to her tenderly, and then with primitive determination, almost violent in his need. But she was with him

every step of the way, reacting just as explosively, totally uninhibited. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, they both fell asleep. Unfortunately, Alec dreamed of his wife, her lush body thin and cold, her sexy features ravaged by death, and somehow her face and Celia’s were combined. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

And just as he’d failed his wife, he failed Celia. Despite her skewed perspective on things, Alec knew she wouldn’t give herself so freely to a man unless she cared, unlessshe… loved him . In a deep part of himself he didn’t want to recognize, Alec accepted the truth. The worst that couldhappen, had. CHAPTER TEN Contents-Prev|Next No amount of physical exertion could chase away her demons this morning. Celia had already worked up a sweat, pushedherself harder than she ever had before, and all she could think of was last night. It had been both the most wonderful, and the most distressful, night of her life. Alec had loved her in ways she’d only dreamed of, ways that would have shocked her not so long ago, but had seemed incredibly romantic and intimate and special last night.With Alec. He’d also been brutally honest about his views of the world—and she didn’t fit into his equation. Celia had stirred when Alec crawled out of bed early that morning. But she didn’t tell Alec she was awake. She wanted time alone to think. She heard him washing up in the bathroom, heard him quietly dressing. When he walked over to her side of the bed, she kept her eyes tightly closed. Regulating her breathing wasn’t easy, but she just couldn’t face him yet, not knowing what she did now about his past—and how difficult it would be for him to trust in love again. Strangely, he didn’t seem to blame his wife or his grandfather or anyone else who’d let him down. He only blamed himself. Her heart wanted to crumble for the hurts he’d been dealt. His rough, wonderful fingers touched her cheek, smoothed her hair, and seconds later she heard the soft click of the door as it closed behind him. She knew he’d hesitated, that he’d peeked out to make sure it Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

was clear to leave. He’d broken his own rule about staying over and taking chances, and that, too, would anger him at himself. He’d see it as a lack of responsibility on his part. He was so protective… The tears had started then. All night she’d held them off, knowing he hated to suffer through her excesses of emotion. But her heart hurt and she wanted so badly to curl up and hide away. Of course she didn’t. Minutes after Alec was gone, she left the bed and found his note claiming he’d be back in the early afternoon. At first she was so relieved to find out he wasn’t gone for good. She hadn’t been certain about that, not with the way she’d pushed him. Then Celia realized that she hadn’t told him about the appointment she had with Marc Jacobs’s crony attwo o’clock. If Alec didn’t make it back in time, he’d no doubt be livid to find her gone. He was overprotective to a fault, did the best he could to shield her, but he didn’t love her. And he never would. Celia squeezed her eyes shut as she did another series of crunches, working to distractherself , but with no success. Even Thelma Houston singing loudly from the portable CD player couldn’t penetrate herclamoring thoughts. She loved Alec, but he had forever shut himself off from love. She had to accept the facts. Her brother,

Dane, had been telling her for some time what a loner Alec was, how he seemed to thrive on his seclusion. Even Dane’s wife, Angel, who Alec adored, made him nervous if she offered him the slightest affection. He approached every job with single-minded, cold deliberation, and an absolute lack of personal involvement that effectively settled things with the least amount of fuss. He didn’t want to be involved, not with anyone for any reason. He’d told her, and his lifestyle proved it; Alec wanted her for sexual release, but with no ties. He hadn’t been wrong about the chemistry between them. No, she didn’t feel used for knowing Alec’s touch. She felt cherished, and that hurt more than anything. His poor wife.To Celia, she’d sounded so sad and misguided.And poor Alec. Despite what he’d said, regardless of how he’d thundered and thumped his chest, he was hurting still, and his guilt had been as plain to her as his smudged tattoo with the name removed. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia, already sweating, strained to lift herself one more time on the chin-up bar. To boost herself, she started singing with Thelma, her own rendition of a blood-rushing war cry. “I’d have thought I exercised you plenty last night.” Celia yelped at the intrusion of that amused, masculine voice. Dropping almost to her knees, she whirled to face Alec. His arms were laden with packages, and there was a wide, taunting smile on his unshaven face. He looked delicious, she thought, in his rumpled jeans, dark T-shirt and flannel, like a renegade, lethal and sexy and more than capable of anything he set his mind to. Even though her embarrassment was extreme, she couldn’t help admiring him. “Alec, your note said you’d be gone till the afternoon!” “It is afternoon.” “No, it’s only eleven.” He shrugged. “Close enough. I got everything taken care of faster than I expected.” Still struggling with his smile, Alec put the boxes and bags on the small table, never quite taking his gaze from her. Legs braced apart, arms crossed over his chest, he was the perfect picture of the arrogantly amused male. Celia nervously tugged her T-shirt lower. Other than her panties, it was all she wore, all she ever wore while working out in the oppressive summer heat. She cleared her throat. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here.” “Me, too.”Stalking forward, his eyes on the damp T-shirt clinging to her breasts, he added, “I expected to find you still in bed, all drowsy and sweet, but maybe this is even better.” He glanced up, his gaze holding hers. “You’re already… warmed up.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Alec.” Celia held her arms out, warding him off. She needed to talk to him, to explain about her plans with Jacobs, but he easily dodged her resistance and in a single move she found herself flat on the bed and Alec firmly planted between her thighs. “You smell good,” he muttered, nuzzling her shoulder and throat. “I’m sweaty!” “Earthy. You smell like a woman. I like it.” “Alec, please, I have to talk to you.” “I love how you sayplease so prettily.” He kissed her breast through the cotton, lightly nibbled on her nipple. “It turns me on.” She couldn’t help but laugh even as her body softened with wanting him. “I’m finding out that everything turns you on.”

“Everything about you.Believe it or not, I have icy cold iron control everywhere else.” “Really?”She knew it to be true at work, but did he mean with other women also? The idea pleased her. If she couldn’t have everything, at least she had something special. Alec started inching her shirt up, and she knew once he had her naked, it’d be all over. She gripped his ponytail, making him wince, and blurted out, “Jacobs set up another meeting for me today.” Alec stilled.“When?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Attwo o’clock.” He stared at her hard for a moment,then shoved himself into a sitting position. Glaring down at where she still lay sprawled on the mattress, he asked, “And you’re just, now telling me?” Celia scrambled into a sitting position as well, pulling the shirt over her knees to maintain a false sense of modesty. “Well, last night you didn’t exactly give me a chance, now did you?” He leaned forward, nose to nose with her. “So why didn’t you tell me this morning instead of playing possum?” Celia tucked in her chin. “You knew I was awake?” Alec rolled his eyes and stood to pace.“All right. From now on, business comes first.” He looked at her, his eyes black with inner fire, pinning her. “There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend a week in bed with you, but that’s going to have to come second to solving this business with Jacobs—if you’re still determined to see this through?” She lifted her chin. “Of course I’m still determined.” He muttered a curse. “That’s what I figured.” “You’re the one who distracted me last night!” “And I’ll damn well distract you again tonight, and the next night. But from now on, tell me what’s going on the minute you see me. No more holding back. What if I hadn’t gone shopping this morning? Then we’d be in a hell of a mess.” Celia had no idea what his shopping had to do with her plans for Jacobs. She gave him a blank look and he sighed. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Celia, I don’t want you around Jacobs again without a wire. It’s too risky. Watching you from outside that house last night took a good ten years off my life. I don’t want to go through that again. Seeing you in there, but not knowing what’s going on—anything could happen, and the more we deal with that bastard, the less I like it. The only way I can approve any of this—” “You can approve!” “—is if you’re wired so I can hear what’s going on.” Celia jumped to her feet to face him. Alec was back to his old, stubborn, autocratic self and she wouldn’t stand for it. “I thought we’d already decided that I’m going to do whatever I choose, Alec Sharpe! You don’t own me.” Propping his hands on his hips and acting totally unaffected by her ire, he said, “If I did, I’d have you on a leash.” She almost exploded with fury, and then somehow, some small niggling suspicion, crept into her brain. Alec wanted her anger. He’d tried jumping her bones the minute he’d come in, which would have, in effect, put her in the place he wanted to keep her: as a mere bed partner, her importance defined by physical activities. But then she’d told him about Jacobs and his natural protective instincts kicked in. Alec felt a noble, if detached, re-sponsibilityfor almost everyone, especially people smaller, older, or weaker than himself. But he seemed to take a personal interest in Celia. He always had, almost from day one. Why hadn’t

she ever made serious note of that before? Because she’d always been too busy fighting off her own attraction for him. Now she no longer wanted to fight, and she was seeing things much more clearly. Watching him warily, she said, “You’re being a jerk, Alec.” “Because I don’t want to see you raped by that bastard?” “No.” She shook her head, shaken by his words despite her false bravado. “I accept your concern because I believe it’s genuine.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He smirked. “Gee, thanks.” “But it’s your attitude that needs work.” She narrowed her eyes and looked him over, unsure how far she should push. But this was important. She loved him, and even if he never loved her back, she wanted him to accept that love existed, and that he, especially, was a very worthy man to receive it. “Last night you weren’t so obnoxious. You were… understanding, when I first came in.” He laughed. “Last night you were all but falling apart. I don’t kick anyone when they’re down, especially not a lady I want to get intimate with.” Oh God. He was going for the jugular today. Feeling her resolve weaken, Celia lifted her chin. “I thought you were kind and considerate because you cared about me.” Alec stepped closer, his gaze predatory. “Oh, I do care, honey. But don’t give me that doe-eyed innocent look, like you think I should be pledging love everlasting just because we rocked the earth in bed.” Very quietly, she whispered, “I never thought that, Alec.” “Good.Because what we have together is too damn hot to start watering down with false expectations.” “Sex?” “Damn right. Sensational sex, from both our perspectives, and I’ve got your claw marks all over me to prove it.” She almost hit him. The air left her in a whoosh and she felt herself folding in, closing down. She couldn’t banter with him, not when he was intent on forcing an ugly void between them. Turning, she headed for the bathroom, wanting only an escape, but Alec wrapped one steely arm around her waist, drawing her up short. A physical battle would be beyond stupid; the man was hard as granite whereas Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

she was still trying to develop a little muscle tone. She waited to see what he would do, but he merely held her, pulling her tight against his chest. She felt his indecision like a tangible thing, pulsing over her, and then his mouth touched her temple, her ear. “Where are you going, babe?” Celia held herself perfectlystill, afraid she’d fall apart and start crying if she moved a single muscle. Not only would she refuse him the satisfaction of winning, her pride demanded she hold tough, that she prove herself capable of dealing with anything he dished out. “I need to shower and get ready.” “Not yet.” “Alec…” She squeezed her eyes shut. If he said one more hurtful thing to her now, she might not be able to forgive him. But he simply held her. “We have things to talk about, and I brought you something to eat.” “I’m not hungry.” “You’ll eat anyway.” Shoving out of his arms, she faced him again and said, “Get it through your thick head, Sharpe! You’re

not my keeper.” Eyes glinting, he leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest. She recognized that now as his arrogant stance, and she braced herself. “But I am.” The words were soft, satisfied. “Don’t you remember our little arrangement? I’d stay and help you save Hannah, and you’d give me…” He shrugged, “…anything I want. Right now, I want you to stop running away from me.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her hands fisted at his fickle attitude. “Then stop trying to drive me away. It’s not even necessary. Believe me, Alec, I already figured out where I stand. And I’m not so naive that I have illusions of a lasting love.” Bitterness, heartache, threatened to choke her, but she added, “Not with you.” That gave him pause. He pushed away from the wall and paced. Hands on hips, his head dropped forward, he stared at the floor for several moments in a pose of indecision and frustration. Celia could almost feel him thinking, an angry, fretful process, before he finally looked at her again.“Fair enough.” He searched her face silently,then shook his head. “Now sit. I really do need to talk to you.” Damned pigheaded man.“Alec, that was only marginally nicer than a dog’s command.” He smiled. “I’m sorry. Would you please sit down so I can instruct you on the finer points of a wire, since you’ll definitely be in possession of one before you go anywhere near Jacobs or his cronies again.” “Is there time?” She glanced at the clock. “I have to be there in just a few hours.” “Be where, exactly?” he asked, as she seated herself at the tiny, scarred table. Celia winced. “I gather it’s a studio of sorts. I’m supposed to do a… a photo shoot.” Alec closed his eyes, a sure indication that he didn’t exactly like what she’d just told him. “And you agreed to do this without even discussing it with me first?” “Oh, right. What was I supposed to do, Alec? Tell Jacobs’s friend, ‘Oh excuse me, please, but I have to ask my private eye pal if it’s okay?’ Get real.” “I’m not your damnpal , Celia.” “Don’t I knowit! ” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He gave her a look that said she was pushing it, but kept his calm. “Okay, start over. Who is Jacobs’s friend, where are you going, and who will be there?” Well, shoot. This was going to be the tricky part. She hadn’t expected Alec to be in such a rotten mood when she told him. LORI FOSTER 319 “Jacobs has this friend, Blair Giles, who’s supposedly a photographer, but Hannah told me while we were in the bathroom, that he’s a really nasty sort. She said Jacobs uses him to weed out the girls. If anyone balks at working with Giles, Jacobs drops them as being too risky and too much trouble. So you see,Ihad to do this, Alec. If I hadn’t agreed, they’d have been on to me and I wouldn’t even have the chance to talk to Hannah again.” Alec leaned back and crossed his ankles. He was too rock steady for nervous movements, but his hands gripped the edge of the table, giving away his anxiety. “Sounds like you and little Hannah had quite a chat. If she wants to be saved, why didn’t she just agree to it then?” Celia measured her words carefully, unsure of how to convince him. “Yes, we did talk some. But she was too afraid to trust me beyond a few warnings.” Celia told him all about her close call with Jacobs and how he’d treated Hannah, how pale and afraid the girl had been afterward. “It was awful, Alec. When we got in the bathroom, she was too scared to listento much I had to say, and definitely too afraid to linger long enough to give me a chance to convince her. All she wanted to do was warn me.”

“About Jacobs?” Nodding, she said, “Yeah, and this Giles fellow. She told me the only way around him is to not act afraid. He… I guess he sort of likes it when he can scare a woman or make her nervous.” Alec’s entire countenance tightened until he was suddenly on his feet, standing over Celia. “Don’t go.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her heart swelled. He could pretend what was between them was only sexual, but the heat in his eyes now told a very different story. Like a battered child, he was wary of caring too much for anyone, shying away from tenderness—or love. She didn’t fool herself into thinking she could have his love, not when he guarded it so closely. But she still wanted to give him hers. Alec deserved that much, and more. Touching his jaw with a gentle hand, she said, “I’m not her. Alec.” He backed up, his gaze diamond hard, but also a bit panicked. “Besides being melodramatic, what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Celia stood and walked to him until she could wrap her arms around his waist. He was warm and hard and touching him made her feel more alive than she’d thought possible. “I didn’t have a tragic childhood. I’m not naive or desperate. And I’m smart. I can take care of myself, Alec, and while I’m there, I’ll have you to help me. It’ll be okay.” For the longest time Alec was stiff, his arms hanging at his side. She knew he was struggling, but in the end, he wrapped her close and rocked her in his arms. “I know you’re not dumb, Celia.Far from it. But you’re out of your element here.” “And that’s why you’re helping.” She leaned back and smiled at him. “For a price, as you so rudely reminded me.” “Celia…” “Which,” she added, interrupting him, “I’ll expect to have to pay as soon as I get home tonight.” His gaze softened and he looked down at her breasts in the clinging cotton. She jumped slightly when his warm palms slid to her barely clad fanny, cuddling her closer. “Is that right? Am I to understand that you’ll willingly be at my mercy?” “Very willingly,” she whispered. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His gaze shot to her face, suddenly fierce, and very possessive. Celia shivered, and cleared her throat. Teasing Alec was like tugging on the tiger’s tail—exciting, but also a little nerve-wracking. “Where is this wire going to be?” she asked, quickly changing the subject and hoping to distract him. “I don’t have to hide it anyplace…risque , do I?” He laughed, as she had known he would, but it was more a concession to her, an effort to lighten the mood, than in any realhumor . “No, if we put it anyplace that muffled it too much, I wouldn’t be able to hear a damn thing.” Then he smacked her bottom. “Not to mention how uncomfortable it might be for you.” His wicked grin had her smiling too. “Well, thank goodness for that.” Alec released her. “It’s lucky for you I went shopping today, though I was thinking more about the night to come at the bar than anything going on this afternoon. I hated not being able to hear what Jacobs said to you, especially when you started dancing around him.” “He’d just asked me to pose.” “And of course you jumped to obey.”

“Of course.”Then she added, “Actually I was afraid he’d ask me into the back room to do it or something, so instead I jumped the gun and did it right there, in front of everyone. It was horribly embarrassing.” “But you’re right, it was better than being alone with him.” She shrugged. “I thought so.” Alec shook his head. “Well, along with food, I picked up a small detecting device that no one will notice as long as you don’t advertise it. But I won’t even put it directly on you. That’s too risky. I was thinking maybe your purse, if you think you can keep it with you all the time.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Of course.” Alec reached for a bag and dumped out the contents. Besides some things she didn’t recognize, he had a fresh box of condoms—which made her cheeks bloom with renewedcolor — and a very ordinary-looking pen. He held it out to her. “Here you go.” Celia blinked. “What am I supposed to do with that?” “Keep it close. It’s your bug.” “You’re kidding?” She touched the ballpoint tip and got a speck of ink on her finger. “It’s just a regular pen.” “No, it just looks like a regular pen, but it has a hidden transmitter. That little baby will pick up a whisper forty feet away and it transmits up to five hundred meters with respectable quality, which means I won’t have to be too damn close, but I sure as hell intend to be close enough to get you out of there if any trouble starts.” Alec took it from her when she started to inspect it too closely. “Let’s not break it, okay? They don’t come cheap.” He shook his head at her,then reached for her small bag. “If you clip it high on the inside like this, and leave your purse open, we shouldn’t have any problems.” She was really impressed. “Wherever did you find it?” He snorted.“In a town this size? There must be at least a hundred commercial outlets, though I got that one from an underground source.” “Just like that?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Celia, I couldn’t drive down the block without picking up a couple dozen eavesdropping devices on a scanner. The world is not as pretty, or as secure, as you like to think.” She ignored his continued references to hernaivete . “So how do we know Jacobs doesn’t have a bug in here somewhere?” “Because no one’s been in here or I’d know about it. Believe it or not, I do pay attention.” Celia shrugged. “Okay, so you’re Super Sleuth. Forgive my doubting tendencies.” “Smart-ass.” “Sorry.” She grinned, showing she really wasn’t the least bit contrite. “Celia, you do have to be careful what you say around Hannah. I doubt Jacobs spends the money to bug the girls, because he strikes me as the type to be overly confident in his domination. But be careful all the same, all right?” Celia nodded, a little overwhelmed by the possibility that any conversation she had might be listened to. With a definite edge of sarcasm, she said, “This is just great, Alec. I feel better about the whole thing already.” A slight smile tugged at his sensual mouth. “Yeah, well don’t get too cocky on me. I still don’t like this setup worth a damn, and from now on, don’t even think about accepting any dates without running it

past me first.” When she started to object again, he shushed her with a finger pressing on her lips. “I mean it, Celia. Make up any damn excuse you want, tell him you’ll have to call him after you free up some time, but no more without me approving it first. Got that?” She nodded grudgingly. Now that she understood him a little better, she didn’t mind his autocratic attitude nearly as much. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Not that she’d let him boss her around, but… “Now,” he said, pulling her into his arms once again. “I’ve held off as long as I can. You prancing around here like thatis making me crazy.” His voice dropped and he nuzzled her ear. “I need you, Celia.” Already her skin tingled and her stomach did flips. The way he’d said that had sounded like so much more than just sex. She glanced at the clock. It’d be a rush, but… “I want you, too, Alec.So much.” The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she found herself in his arms, on her way to the bed.Some things were worth making time for. CHAPTER ELEVEN Contents-Prev|Next He’d screwed up royally and he knew it. Alec,crouched around a corner at the back of the warehouse “studio” where Celia was presently posing, chewed on the inside of his jaw and called himself three kinds of a fool. He’d distracted her, ruining her focus, and then sent her to her destination running late, which had made her frazzled. Whether or not she’d absorbed his last few warnings of caution and discretion, he couldn’t say. After he’d kept her in bed for an hour, exorcising his own private demons on her very willing body, she’d had to fly through her shower, and fixing her hair and makeup. She’d thought the resultmajorly disappointing. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Alec knew any man looking at her would go nuts. With her slightly tousled hair, her glowing eyes and cheeks and her kiss-swollen lips, she looked like sensuality incarnate, like a woman made to take a man, and there wasn’t a male alive who wouldn’t recognize and appreciate the picture she presented. It was one more thing to put him on edge. The whole setup stunk to high heaven. The “studio” was definitely a facade, more an abandoned warehouse in a not-so-great area where law enforcement didn’t make the time to visit with any regularity. The building was old, the brick facing a little rough and dirty in places. Alec had circled the whole building before Celia went in, and on the west side there were even some windows that had been boarded up. It looked as though only part of the warehouse was in use—the part Giles and Jacobs needed to lure in young women. The blacktop parking lot where Alec crouched was swelter-inghot with themiddaysun burning down on him. Sweat trickled down his temples and down the small of his back, but he ignored the discomforts, all his focus on Celia and what she was about to do. Small background noises reached Alec through his receiver as Celia was greeted and walked down a long concrete hallway. He heard the cavernous echoing of her high heels, the sounds of opening and closing doors, then stillness. They’d obviously taken her to a back office. A male voice intruded, making Alec’s senses come alive. “Ms. Sharpe! You’re right ontime .”

Alec’s brows rose.Ms. Sharpe ? She’d usedhis last name? A grin teased at his mouth until he caught himself and frowned. His instinctive reaction unnerved him, but he didn’t have time to ponder the ramifications of it, not when Celia and the man were speaking. He didn’t want to miss a single word, though so far the conversation was banal enough. This man, then, wasn’t Blair Giles. The voice was young and enthusiastic and slightly flirtatious. Alec could well imagine any young man beingenamored of Celia in her light-coloredblouse and short skirt, her shapely legs posed in the ridiculously high heels.Something about spiked heels like that made a woman seem vulnerable, like she was almost hobbled, awaiting a man’s pleasure. Alec shook his head, remembering how carefully and delicately Celia walked in the damn things. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He sure as hell hadn’t been immune. Then the door opened and closed again, voices spoke softly, and the young man was dismissed. “Celia, it’s good to see you again.” “Hello, Mr. Giles.” She sounded nervous, and Alec wanted to kick his own ass for not doing more to reassure her before letting her go. He’d been intent only on his own pleasures, and on keeping reality at bay. It was bad enough when he’d stupidly stayed the whole night with her, leaving their association open to discovery. Luckily, Jacobs felt she was safe and hadn’t had her watched through the night. But it had still been pretty dark when Alec had left this morning, and he’d stuck to the shadows, being careful to avoid announcing his presence. “What do you think of my studio?” “It’s… it’s not quite what I expected.” “But it is perfect. The large space, the concrete floor and high ceilings, make setting up for shoots perfect. The reflection is ideal for my lighting equipment. I was thrilled to find it. And believeme, I’ve done some of my best work here.” “Then I’m reallyhonored that you asked me to pose here.” “My pleasure.”There was quiet, some shuffling.“Now, Celia, none of that. No blushes. There are few relationships as close as that between model and photographer, so you’re going to have to accustom yourself to me touching you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Touching her? Alec saw red and wanted to interrupt them right now. Much more of this stress and his heart would quit. Only Celia’s soft, teasing voice calmed him. “I’m just flustered to be here. I mean, it’s so exciting! To think I might actually be in a magazine!” “Oh, you’ll definitely appear in the spread. I can almost guarantee that.” There was a smile in the man’s tone that set Alec’s teeth on edge. “That is, if you allow me to do my job the best that I can—which means you’re going to have to relax. Now, why don’t we start with a few simple shots, and then you can change.” A small silence.“Change?” “Of course.”Alec heard a sound like a stool being dragged across the bare floor. “Here you go. Sit your pretty self right here in front of the backdrop while I adjust the lights.” “Oh. They’re almost blinding. I can barely see.” “Don’t worry about it, you’ll get used to it. I can see perfectly, and that’s what matters. Just put this leg here—that’s right.” Celia giggled, making Alec want to punch through the brick wall he leaned against. “And this leg like so—lovely. No, don’t pull your knees together. This is to be a relaxed pose. Now, chin up and smile.” “Like this?”

“Come, Celia. You can do better than that.” The sound of a shutter clicking filled the air. “I want a coy, seductive look. Pretend you’re waiting naked in bed for your lover.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She laughed, and the sound was strained. “But I don’t have a lover.” Another pause.“Very nice—tilt your head.” Then: “No lover? Why, that’s an awful pity for a woman as sexy asyourself . Does this mean you’re entirely free?” “My eyes are watering.” “Go ahead and close them a minute.” His voice was oily, calculating. “Can you answer me, please?” “What? Oh, no, I’m totally free. I don’t want to tie myself down with some possessive ape. There’s too much I want to do still.” “Hmmm.Then perhaps you’d like to join me tonight for another party. You made quite an impression last night and there are a few other people Marc and I would like to introduce you to.” “Another party?My gosh, there’s so much going on here!” “Never a dull moment.So what do you say? Would you like to meet some more important people?” Even before she spoke, Alec knew what she would say. The little idiot would disregard the order he’d given her. “That would be wonderful!” Alecplowed both hands through his hair.Damn, damn, damn . “Excellent.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Will there be anyone there I already know? Like Hannah and Jade?” Alec groaned.Don’t push it, babe . Though she merely sounded excited, he didn’t want her taking any chances by trying to move too fast, or associating herself with one particular person. “Oh, of course!Hannah is one ofMarc’sfavorite girls. He takes her everywhere. I’m not sure about Jade, but I’ll mention it to Marc. I’m sure he won’t mind obliging you.” There was the rustle of papers. “Here’s the address. No, don’t getup, I’ll just stick it in your purse. Be there atsix o’clock, dressed in something sexy. Actually, what you wore last night would work.” “Again?But—” The paper crinkled against the transmitter, for the moment blocking out all other sounds. But luckily Giles didn’t pay the pen any mind because Alec clearly heard the next words, telling him the pen hadn’t been disturbed. “You looked lovely in it, and no will notice or care, I promise you. Now, are you ready? Okay, turn the other way.No, like this.” “Oh!” “You’re very soft, Celia.” “Thank… thank you.” Alec’s hands bunched into fists. Nothing that was happening could have been any worse than his imagination. He wanted to kill Giles with his bare hands. “But it is hot under the lights, isn’t it? Even the air-conditioning doesn’t help. You must be smothering in Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

that outfit.” Alec stiffened.The bastard. He was touching her and talking softly to her and he didn’t even have the decency to try for a believablepretense ! His line was so obvious, he may as well have said,I want you naked now . Alec could feel Celia’s hesitation when she nervously whispered, “It is rather warm.” “Well, lucky for you, the magazine ad calls for a lot of skin to show. Sometimes we’re stuckmodeling fur coats! That’s really miserable, I can tell you. But the ad I have in mind for you is for an all-over body

lotion. I have to send them several shots of different models so they can decide who best suits them, but I honestly believe you have the very best chance. All we need to do is convince them ofthat, and thenyou’re on your way. Here you go, take this.“ “What is it?” A rough male laugh.“Your costume of sorts.You’ll strip down and pose on the stool, using the length of velvet to insure your, ah, modesty. With your fair hair and golden eyes, along with the white backdrop, the red velvet will look… delicious, and make a startling contrast. You really do have excellent skin, so we need to show that off.” “I… ah…” “Celia, you have a lovely body, one you should be proud of. Models are known, judged and selected for their bodies. If you’re serious about this, you have to be willing to flaunt your assets. And believe me, your body, slim but with plenty of proper curves, is an asset.Use it .” Say no, Alec thought, his mind rebelling, his muscles drawing tight, his heart crashing against his ribs,refuse right now and get the hell out of there . Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

There was a heavy pause, pregnant with anticipation, and then he heard Celia ask very softly, “Where should I change?” Even as he was already moving, one plan after another jumping through his brain, Alec cursed and cursed again. When he got her home… Thinking of a dire enough threat would slow him down, and right now he needed to keep his focus. He could, and would, figure out what to do with Celia later. For now, he had to save her sweet little butt. Celia’Sheart drummed so roughly she thought it might punch right through her chest. She clutched the red velvet in her fists, trying not to crush it, while fighting the urge to run. This was her test. Giles was testing her, probably at Jacobs’s urging, to see if she was genuine. A real model “wanna-be” in her desperate shoes would likely jump at the opportunity to show herself tofavor , especially to the prestigious magazine people Giles claimed to know. A real P.I. intent on saving another woman wouldn’t hesitate to pass the damn test. It didn’t take her long to decide she had no choice, none at all. She would see Hannah tonight, and somehow she’d convince her. MaybeJade , too. She’d like to shut Jacobs’s entire operation down. She wanted him behind bars, where he couldn’t ever hurt anyone again. Her face turned red-hot as she thought about Alec listening in. It was even harder than she’d suspected, knowing he heard every word and that he was no doubt furious, cursing her even as she struggled with her decision.Please understand, Alec. I haveto do this, I have to save Hannah . Her train of thought stopped cold when Giles put his hand on her bottom, urging her behind a very slightly curtained area—thankfully still close to where her purse sat so that if need be, she could summon Alec. “Hurry along now. We don’t have all day. You can just leave your clothing—all of it—on the hooks on the wall.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia drew in a deep breath. The curtain wasn’t all that wide or concealing. Giles could see her from the neck up and the knees down. Never had she felt so exposed, knowing he watched as she forced herself through such an uncomfortable, denigrating situation. And that had to be his plan. She remembered Hannah telling her Giles enjoyed frightening women. She’d had a taste of his methods already while in Marc Jacobs’s den, when Giles had pulled her close

and kissed her. She’d wanted to throw up then, to claw his face. Holding back her panic had taken a lot of effort. But he’d known how the rapid familiarity had upset her, and he’d enjoyed it. Remembering made Celia stiffen her spine. She wouldn’t give the cretin the satisfaction of knowing how he’d thrown her off balance again. Smiling at him, watching his face light up with interest and his green eyes darken, she laid the velvet over the curtain rod and began unbuttoning her blouse. “How long do you think it’ll be before we hear about the photos?” Giles rubbed his hands together, making Celia’s stomach turn. His dark hair, usually immaculately in place, looked a littledisheveled . Combined with the glee in his eyes, it gave him a slightly crazed look. “Not long, not long.” She kicked her shoes off, which safely lowered her breasts another three inches behind the concealment of the curtain. Her blouse was open now and she wondered if Giles could see the frantic racing of her heart, which caused a resultant trembling in her entire body. She shimmied her shoulders to remove the blouse completely,then put it on a hook. She let her bra straps slip down her arms. “I’m really anxious.” She smiled again. Giles stood, licking his lips and taking a step toward her— and suddenly alarms went off throughout the building. A loud, shrill series of horns and whistles blared and echoed everywhere, bouncing off the empty concrete walls. Celia’s eyes widened and she shouted, “What’s going on?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Giles, looking utterly panicked at the thought of an unknown threat, turned a complete, haphazard circle. He was obviously as confused as Celia by the alarm. And then the sprinkler system kicked in and water sprayed down on them both from high ceilings. Celia yelped, grabbing for her blouse and holding it over her head. Giles cursed foully and leaped from his camera equipment to his elaborate lighting to his desk littered with papers, trying to cover everything at once, trying to shield things with his body. Celia looked around, uncertain what to do. Giles spared her a frantic, harassed look. “Get the hell out of here before the fire department arrives!” His shout was mean and within seconds other people were in the room, rushing to obey his barked orders. Celia hesitated only a moment more, then shoved her feet back in her shoes, snatched up her purse, and headed for the door she’d come through. “Not that way!” Giles grabbed her naked arm, his grip bruising, and practically thrust her out through another exit. “Go down that corridor. There’s a door that opens into the back parking lot. And get dressed for God’s sake!” Celia shoved wet hair out of her face and rushed to obey. Icy water continued to spray her.The pandemonium behind her dimmed as she trotted toward a blinking exit sign. But as she stepped outside, now grateful for the heat and blinding sunshine, curiosity got the better of her. This might be her only chance to spy a little. She looked back at the large brick structure, more a warehouse than a studio, and saw there was a row of dark windows on either side of the door she’d just come through. She located a broken crate by a Dumpster and dragged it closer to the building. Her blouse was still clutched in her hand, her purse slung over her shoulder, her wet hair dripping down her back and making her shiver despite the warmth of the day.

Just as she started to step up on the crate, an iron-hard arm closed around her waist and jerked her down. She started to scream, but the sound was cut off by a callused palm flattening over her mouth. Her body came into contact with a solid chest, and then she heard a familiar whisper in her ear.“Not a sound, damn it. Someone’s coming.” She was dragged behind the Dumpster and forced behind Alec’s body while two slender male figures Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

ran outside, soaked through to their skin, hauling camera equipment. When they went out of sight around the corner of the building, Alec pulled her up and grabbed her hand.“This way. And hurry.” She tried, she really did, but the shoes made haste nearly impossible. She started to kick them off, but Alec took her arm and kept her moving. Shoving her toward a retaining wall, he said, “Don’t say a word. Not a single damn word.” Speaking was well beyond her anyway. She concentrated on discovering a way to scale the wall, when suddenly Alec grabbed her by the waist and practically threw her over it. Within a heartbeat he’d joined her and there was his truck on the side of the road, shielded by a cluster of wild bushes and a few sparse trees. They both jumped inside and Alec pulled away. “Keep your head down in case anyone sees us.” When she didn’t react quickly enough, he flattened his large palm on the crown of her wet head and pushed her down in the seat, her cheek to his thigh. “Stay there until I tell you it’s clear.” His idea of clear didn’t come for some time. Her head rested practically in his lap, her body twisted painfully. It was a good ten minutes before he stopped at a traffic light and looked down at her. He was plainly enraged. With his foot tight on the brake, he skinned out of his cotton shirt and dropped it on her. “Put that on.” Celia narrowed her eyes. “Is it okay if I sit up now?” A grudging, sharp nod was her only answer. Celia saw his hands flex on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Cautiously, she slid up into the seat. For comfort’s sake, she kicked out of her heels and dropped her sodden blouse onto the floor. Remembering his order to inform him of things up front, she said, “Ah, I have a party to go to tonight…” “I heard.” He wouldn’t look at her, and she felt bereft. Licking her lips, she tentatively asked, “The sprinkler system?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Always goes off when someone sets a fire.” “You?”She shouldn’t have been so surprised. Alec was a quick thinker, and he obviously understood the predicament Giles had put her in. When he did no more than ignore her, she said, “Thank you.” And those soft, humble words seemed to set him off. “Goddammit, Celia.” She jumped a good foot,then sat staring at him. He was beyond furious. “Do you have any idea at all what Giles would have done to you once he had you naked? I doubt screaming would have even brought you any aid, considering everyone on his payroll is likely dirty. You could have been—” “I know.” “You know?You know !” He was soangry, she suspected his shouted words could be heard by the cars passing them by. His neck was red and his black eyes glowed like hot coals. “Then why in hell did you agree?”

“Because I had to.Because it was the test.” He put the truck in drive and lurched back into traffic. “And you have this harebrained idea that you owe the world something because of Raymond. You think you can make retribution? Baby, you don’t know anything about it.” She drew in a slow breath. “It may have started out that way. At first, I only wanted to make myself feel better by helping other women. I did see it as a debt of sorts I had to pay.” She reached across the seat and touched his arm, right where the tattoo decorated his biceps. She felt his muscle flinch. “But now, Ihave to do it. I have to save Hannah and the other girls—” His head jerked around to stare at her.“Othergirls?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She drew a deep steadying breath. “I met Jade, a very young, very lovely girl, and there were others I didn’t meet, but I saw them at the party. I don’t doubt I’ll see them again tonight.” Her fingers tightened on his arm. “Alec, I want to shut Jacobs down.” Alec’s fist hit the steering wheel.“Goddammit!” She wished he’d quit swearing like that. It made her heart jump every time, and drove home how opposed he was to the entire effort. “He has to be stopped—” “That’s not what you’re being paid to do.” He tried to sound reasonable, but his voice shook.With anger? “Mrs. Barrington just wants Hannah back. The rest of it…” “Yes?” She knew Alec’s conscience, knew he wouldn’t be able to abide the idea of Jacobs walking free any more than she could. Surprised that the steering wheel didn’t crack under his hands, Celia waited until finally Alec sighed. He flexed his jaw several times and she knew he was striving for control. “So do you have some grand plan that’ll convict Jacobs without putting all the girls through the scandal, because believe me, the press will have a field day with a story like this. Every young woman involved will end up very well known for things they’d likely rather forget.” Lifting her chin, Celia said, “I’m going to be the one to testify against them. Blair Giles took pictures of me and made false promises—you heard that much.” “And have it on tape.” His expression was stony, but resigned. “The receiver to your transmitter was attached to a small tape recorder.” Celia grinned at him, relieved that some of his anger seemed to be dissolving. “You’re fantastic, Alec.” “You won’t think so after I turn you over my knee for scaring me half to death.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Since Celia wasn’t the least bit afraid of him or his ridiculous threat, she was able to keep her smile. “The thing is, I don’t think the little bit we’ve gotten so far would be enough to convict Jacobs or Giles of anything. And I couldn’t ask Hannah to testify. She’s so afraid, and you’re right, it would cause such a scandal and embarrass her so much.” She scooted a little closer to Alec on the seat,then put her hand on his arm again. “I’m going to need to…push , just a little more tonight.” Alec swung the truck into the parking lot of his motel. Without a word, he got out and came around to her door. “Come on.” “I don’t have much time…” “You have enough time for me to shake some sense into you.” Holding her arm in a firm grip, he led her toward his room. Celia didn’t even try to hold back. “Will you stop with the absurd threats,Alec. We both know you

won’t hurt me.” He gently pushed her inside and turned the dead bolt on the door. Arms crossed over his chest, he stood blocking the door, and gave her his most intimidating stare. Celia shook her head. “That won’t work, Alec. I’m not afraid of you anymore so you can just stop with the intimidation tactics.” He ignored her statement. “How exactly do you plan to push for more information?” Celia licked her lips. Alec was in a very strange mood, and for the first time, she couldn’t read him at all. “Well, of course I’ll want to talk to Hannah again first, to see if I can convince her to leave with me. Then I’m going to act overly enthusiastic about Jacobs and Giles. I’m going to tell them I’ll have to go home and give up on my dream if something doesn’t happen, something that pays money. I’m going to be really desperate, and I’m going to let them know I’d be willing to do just about anything to gain fame.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Alec pushed away from the door. “No.” “Alec…” “I’ve thought it over, and you’re right. Jacobs and his cronies have to be stopped. But I’ll do it, not you.” “You?” “That’s right.” Alec paced, hands on hips, his expression thoughtful as he considered all his angles. “With you out of the picture, I won’t be distracted. I can go back to Jacobs’s, go through some things. Surely there’s some incriminating information there, stored in his files or something. The more I’ve thought about it, the more certain I am that he’d have to keep information around to hold over the girls.” Celia glared at him as if he was insane. “You want to break into Jacobs’s house? Alec, that’s the dumbest damn thing you’ve ever said!” She grabbed his arm when he gave her an impatient look and continued to pace. Her hold stopped him. “Everything is already in place! What you’re proposing would be far more dangerous and take a whole lot longer. I want Hannah out of there now, tonight if I can manage it.” Alec grabbed her, his hands tight around her upper arms, and he shook her. Shocked, Celia did no more than hang in his grip. He didn’t hurt her, but he looked haunted as he leaned close and growled ferociously, “I don’t want to see you hurt, damn it!” He shook her again, a revelation to Celia. “Iwon’t see you hurt.” Celia slowly braced her hands against him. “Alec, I’m a grown woman, responsible for myself.” She searched his gaze, seeing so much for the first time. “If I choose to go there, if I choose to take a risk— a very minor risk, Alec—well, then, that’s on me, not you. Do you understand me?” He carefully lowered her feet back to the floor and released her. He took two steps back and he was breathing hard. “Of course I understand you. I’m not simple.” Celia watched him struggle for his famous control. She didn’t know quite what else to say, but she Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

knew now that if anything happened to her, he’d blame himself. She couldn’t let that happen. Big, strong, tough Alec had been hurt more than enough already. She wouldn’t contribute to his wounds. Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, not looking at her, he said, “This could easily backfire on you.” “No. I’ll be careful.” She spoke softly, convincingly. “But either way, you’re not responsible for the decisions I make.” He turned his back on her and that was all it took. Celia hugged him tight from behind. “Alec, I know

you blame yourself for what happened to your wife.” She felt his snort, as if in denial, but he said nothing. “She was the same age as you, Alec, not a child you were supposed to take care of.” “She was my wife.” “And she was a mixed-up young lady who didn’t know what she wanted or where to find it. She didn’t ask you for help, and would have refused it in any case. You couldn’t have done any more for her than you did.” “If I hadn’t walked away from her that day—” Celia interrupted with, “If I hadn’t gotten involved with Raymond…?” She let the sentence dangle, showing him how useless it was to try to relive the past. “We’re human and we make mistakes. Sometimes we’re ruled by emotions, by our pride. Even the almighty Alec Sharpe has to deal with regret, but you can’t let it change you forever.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He sighed, tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling. Celia could feel his frustration and indecision. She tightened her hold on him and kissed his shoulder. “I’m going tonight, Alec. And I know you’ll be there, close if I need you. But if the impossible happens and things don’t work out as I planned, then I won’t have you blaming yourself. Now promise me.” He twisted around to face her, his gaze disturbingly intent, his expression enigmatic. “I’ll promise you this. I’ll be outside, watching and waiting. And if I hear so much as a peep that alarms me, if I see one shadow that worries me, or I have one mistrustful intuition, I’m ending it.” Celia supposed that was the best she could get from a man like Alec. He’d worry until it was over, and there was nothing she could do about it. She’d just have to be extra careful to survive unscathed, to prove she could and would handle herself with intelligence and discretion. She stared back at him and nodded. “All right, Alec.” He tipped up her chin. “And lady, when this is over, it’s over.Everything.Because I can’t take it anymore.” Including their relationship? She didn’t want to, but again she agreed with a small nod. Then, before she had a chance to get emotional again, she went to his phone to call a cab. She only had a few hours left before she needed to be at the party. Alec couldn’t take the risk of driving her back to her hotel, not when there was the possibility he might be seen. Evidently he wouldn’t take the risk of caring for her either. After tonight, she’d have met her goals of saving Hannah Barrington. But with her unwavering determination, she’d driven Alec nuts, and lost out on any hope of having his love. It was hard to feel happy over her success, when she’d just lost everything she’d ever really wanted. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CHAPTER TWELVE Contents-Prev|Next “Hannah, I’d like to talk to you.” Hannah barely spared her a glance. “No, leave me alone.” Celia caught her arm as the girl started to stride away. It was the very first chance Celia had of speaking with her. Jacobs and Giles had at first loomed at Celia’s side continually, introducing her to several gentlemen and only a few ladies. Giles had tried to laugh off the incident at the warehouse, but his tension was plain to see, and the damage was still being assessed. He apologized gallantly to Celia for his rough treatment of her, explaining that his equipment meant the world to him—without it, he couldn’t serve

lovely women likeherself . Celia had almost snorted at that inane apology. She had no idea how Alec had started the fire, or what he’d burned. But she could tell by the stilted conversation in both Giles and Jacobs, the incident had put them both on edge. They seemed more alert, more cautious. Then a waiter had come to whisper to Jacobs and he’d gone to take care of some business. Celia didn’t care what the business was as long as Giles went with him. He didn’t, but he did dismiss himself a few minutes later with the promise he’d return to her quickly. Hannah had steered clear of them all, hovering around the wet bar set up in a far corner, grinning and laughing, but Celia saw new circles under her eyes, and a wariness that went bone-deep. “If you avoid me like this, it’ll cause suspicion.” Hannah’s gaze widened. Then with a furtive look around, she allowed Celia to tug her over to a small Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

settee situated in a corner of the room. Celia could see all the entrances, every-one coming and going, and there was no way anyone could sneak up on her or overhear her conversations with Hannah. “Talk to me, Hannah. Please.” Hannah closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Chandelier lights glinted in her gold-and-diamond earrings and reflected off thecolorful sequins of her skimpy gown. If Celia hadn’t been so intent on other matters, she’d have felt like a total frump in the same black pantsuit. In an effort to at least give the illusion of a different outfit, she’d added acolorful red, lemon and black scarf to her hair, and brightlycolored earrings that matched. She figured any woman out to attract the attention of producers would make the effort to present her best appearance. Giles had approved. “There’s nothing to talk about, Celia. I can’t go home.” “Can’t, or won’t?” “Both. Please, understand. You’re wasting your time.” “Your mother doesn’t think so, Hannah. Your whole family is devastated that they haven’t heard from you, that you’re avoiding them. Your mother even thinks you’ve been brainwashed.” Celia smiled sadly. “Or that you’re being blackmailed.” An almost desperate laugh escaped Hannah. “My mother was alwaysoverdramatizing things.” Celia took her hand and held it. The girl’s fingers were cold and stiff. Very gently, Celia asked, “Is she dramatizing now, Hannah?” Hannah bit her lip and large tears gathered in her eyes. She stared at her lap, at first not answering. Then with a tiny shake of her head, she whispered, “No.” “Ah.” Celia felt elated over the small concession, elated and frantic to find out all she could while Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Hannah was willing to talk. “How is Jacobs keeping you here?” Hannah turned to look at her. “I’ve been so stupid.” Her smile was filled with self-loathing. “At first, Marc seemed so nice. He helped me out, got me a few photo shoots. I never saw the ads, but I did get the money. He advanced it to me for an apartment, for the new clothes I needed to compete for other photo opportunities. But then, all of a sudden I owed him back more than I could make. The apartment is extravagant, but I signed a lease because Jacobs told me I could eventually afford it. It’s owned by another friend of his.” Celia could easily see the circle growing, could envision how a woman would be trapped in Jacobs’s web of friends.

“He… he offered me new ways to make more money.And I… I thought it was just a paid escort service.” She stared at Celia, desperate. “That’s what he told me it was.” Hannah covered her mouth and struggled to keep from crying. Celia quickly patted her back, murmuring to her. “It’s all right. I understand. Take a few deep breaths. You have to get control, Hannah. If Jacobs or Giles sees you crying, they’ll wonder what we’re talking about. Either of them could come back any minute.” “I’m sorry.” She groped for the tissue Celia handed to her and dabbed at her eyes. “I almost never cry anymore. There’s no point to it. But things just went so wrong so fast—” “I know.” Still trying to soothe Hannah with a gentle pat to her shoulder, Celia asked, “The escort service was a ruse?” Again Hannah nodded. “I met a man, and we… I thought we hit it off. He was kind and gentle, and he seemed so sincere. I was so lonelythen, and scared and everything was confused.” She bit her lip and her cheeks warmed. “We slept together that very first night. He told me I was beautiful and that he couldn’t stop wanting to touch me. For the first time in months, things felt right.” Keeping a careful watch out for Jacobs or Giles, and at the same time smiling at the milling crowd so no one would suspect them, Celia asked, “But it wasn’t?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dully, as if she hardly cared anymore, Hannah said, “When I woke up the next morning, he was gone and there was money beside my bed. He’d… he’d paid me. Like a prostitute.” She drew a deep breath and continued. “I was embarrassed and hurt, and I wanted to give the money back to him, but I didn’t know where he lived or what his phone number was. Marc just laughed at me when I told him about it, saying I didn’t have any reason to be upset, that this would be the perfect way for me to offset my costs and to begin paying him back. I wanted to just walk away. I thought my mother would welcome me back, even though I’d been so awful when I left. But that’s when he told me about the photos he had.” She looked at Celia, her face filled with desperation. “My family would be so embarrassed, and it’d beall my fault.” Celia felt herself shaking from head to toe. Her suspicions had been correct, but still she was shocked.Prostitution. And blackmail. A deep rage filled her when she thought of Jacobs ruthlessly plotting against such a sweet young woman. Celia griped Hannah’s hand. “He’s an animal, a bastard. But we can take care of that now, Hannah.” “No. My mother would die if those pictures were made public. I thought they were for legitimate magazine ads, but Blair knows how to doctor them so they look even worse than they really did. He showed me a couple, and they were so… so ugly. No, I could never do that to my family.” Celia reached into her purse and withdrew a slip of paper. On it, she wrote the number Alec had made her memorize, the one that reached his cell phone. She stuffed it into Hannah’s hand. “I’m going to try to end all this tonight, Hannah. With any luck, Jacobs and Giles will both be going to jail, along with anyone else who works with them. But if you get into any trouble, if you need help at all, I want you to call that number. I promise if you do, everything will be all right.” Hannah looked up, and her wide-eyed expression caused Celia to do the same. She saw both Jacobs and Giles headed toward them and she stood to greet them, smiling as she saw Hannah stuff the small slip of paper into the top of her dress, between her breasts. “I wondered where you’d both gotten to! I wanted to go looking for you, but Hannah told me we

should just wait. She’s been very nice in keeping me entertained.” Jacobs smiled at Hannah and pulled her close, his hand resting possessively on her hip. “Well, I have a treat for you, Celia.” With a suitably anxious look, Celia asked, “A treat?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Giles rubbed his hands. “We’re going to go meet a producer. I showed him some of your photos and he’s very impressed. He wants to meet you tonight.” “Now?”Celia’s mindsquirrelled around for some way to postpone the meeting, knowing Alec would be outraged. She caught a glimpse of Hannah, who looked appalled by the change in plans, which confirmed in Celia’s mind that the threat now was real. But then Giles took her hand and started to lead her away. “Come, I’ll tell you all about it. But we have to hurry.” She glanced back at her purse on the settee, where the pen transmitter was. Unfortunately, when she’d stood, the cushion moved and the purse had dumped.“Oh no, my purse.” Jacobs looked down, scooped up several things and stuffed them back inside. “Here you go. Now hurry along.” Celia, still being tugged along by Giles, saw that the pen was missing.“Wait! My pen—” “I have plenty of pens, Celia. Don’t give it another thought.” “But… it has sentimental value to me.” “I’ll call Marc later and have him look for it.” “But…” “Celia, we need to go. Don’t worry. Marc and Hannah will be joining us.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She had no idea how to argue beyond that. With one last wistful look at the settee, she gave up and forced a smile for Giles. There really wasn’t anything else she could do. Trying to sound enthusiastic, she asked, “A producer you say?” but in her mind, she was thinking that getting through this new meeting would likely be a piece of cake, compared to how Alec would react when he caught up to her. “Are you sure we’re at the right place?” No matter how she tried, Celia couldn’t begin to look relaxed. The luxurious resort cabin Blair Giles took her towas remote and it didn’t appear to have had a single soul in residence for some time.At least, not a permanent resident. The cottage seemed more like a carefully selected site for doing business. The kind of business is what bothered Celia. While Giles made himself at home, turning on a minimum of lights and mixing drinks at the small bar, she looked around. The cathedral ceiling was tinted glass, allowing the many stars and muted moonlight to shine through. She could just see the edges of a few branches from tall trees brushing over the roof. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by the clink of ice being dropped into glasses. “Relax, Celia. He’ll be here. Later.” She gulped hard, trying to find a drop of spit in her very dry mouth. “Later?” Giles grinned widely at her and his eyes were lit like green fire. For the first time, she noticed that he had a gold tooth toward the back of his mouth. She crossed her arms over her bare midriff as he approached. “Here, drink this. It’ll help to calm you.” There was no way she was putting a single sip of alcohol into her system. She needed to be totally clearheaded to deal with this new situation. After setting the glass aside—which made Giles frown— she said, “Blair, I thought we were meeting some other people here. I had no idea you were planning this…

this…” She gestured with her hand, indicating the intimate and isolated atmosphere of the cottage. “This romantic setting?” he supplied, one brow raised, his voice smooth and seductive. “I’m sorry, Celia, but I was desperate to get you alone. And I promise you, you’ll meet all the producers you could possibly need. I can already see what a success you’re going to be.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He stepped closer and Celia stepped back. She was very afraid.“You mean, you made this up?” While she spoke, she looked around, trying to find some avenue of escape. Not a single hope presented itself. The furniture all looked heavy and masculine. A few statuettes were placed in the corners, and there were heavy ceramic ashtrays on the tables, along with tall deco lamps and a few books. They were on the ground floor, and a loft was overhead, but there didn’t appear to be any exits from there, just the bedroom. She glanced back to see Giles watching her closely, his expression expectant. He wanted her to try something, she realized. He wanted her afraid and running, so he could chase her down. Instead, she looked directly at him, waiting for an answer. His smile wavered slightly.“No, of course not. But our guests will come later.Much later.” When the back of her knees hit the sofa, her eyes widened. “Later? But it’s almostmidnightalready.” “Did you have other plans?” He slowly, carefully, took her hands in his, as ifsavoring the moment. Celia remembered how this particular man reacted to a woman’s fear. By backing away from him, she’d added to his enjoyment of the moment. No more; she wouldn’t give him what he wanted, either physically or emotionally. What would Alec do now? How would he react if he were here? Trying to clear her mind, Celia forced a smile and abruptly sat down, curling close in the corner of the sofa. She stretched her arms out, at her leisure. The fingertips of her left hand touched the edge of the heavy ashtray, but she couldn’t get a good grip on it without being obvious. Trying to look coy and stall for time, she said, “You really went to all this trouble just for me?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Eyes narrowed, Giles suddenly reached down and jerked her to her feet. As if impassioned, he pulled her close and said against her mouth, “I want you so damn bad,I’d do just about anything to see it happen.” She twisted and his mouth landed on her cheek. “Believeme, I don’t usually react this way with the models. But you’re different, so lovely and innocent…” “No!” One of his hands held the back of her neck with painful force, keeping her from turning her face away from his mouth, while the other clutched at her bottom. He wasn’t much taller than her and when he yanked herclose, her body came into vivid contact with his from knees to breasts. Her stomach jolted sickly, her skin crawled. Celia cried out. Reacting solely on instinct, her intentions flown with her panic, she fought him. Though he might look soft and ineffectual, he was a man with a man’s strength. He laughed, and when his mouth touched hers again, she bit him. Giles became giddy, delighted with her fight. “Marc told me I should wait, that I shouldn’t rush you. But I knew he was wrong, I knew you’d be perfect.” His hand knotted in her hair and pulled her head back so he could stare down at her breasts. Her scalp burned, but worse than that, she felt his mouth, wet and hot, on her flesh and she simply couldn’t stand it. Allowing her knees to buckle, she dropped, giving him all her weight and losing a lot of hair in the process. He stumbled, trying to hold on to her, but they both fell to the carpet. Celia immediately

scrambled back, Giles grabbing for her kicking legs, and when she reached for the table and felt the ashtray, she didn’t hesitate. She swung it hard at his head. Giles chuckled, ducking, but the idiot wasn’t fast enough. Her next swing hit him in the side of the head with a sickeningthunk . He stared blankly at her for only a moment, then his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the carpet. Celia scrambled to her feet. The crop top to her pantsuit wastorn, one shoulder seam hanging so low her nipple was barely covered. Trembling from head to toe, she tried to pull it up, but it kept falling back. She heaved, trying to breathe, trying to get her mind to settle so she could think. All she wanted was to run away, but she wouldn’t get far on foot and she didn’t know if he’d wake soon and come after her. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She thought about hitting him again, but couldn’t bring herself to bludgeon him while he was already unconscious. Swallowing back the tears that would do her no good, she flexed her shoulders, trying to think. Keys.She’d take his keys and drive away. Not wanting to, but seeing no help for it, she dropped to her knees beside Giles and tried to decide which pocket he’d put the keys in. She was just reaching for him when the door opened and she gave a startled scream, her wild gaze flying up to see who had entered. Jacobs stood there, his long-fingered hand wrapped tight around Hannah’s arm. His gaze moved from Celia, her hair tossed, her makeup ruined, her clothes torn, to Giles out cold on the floor, his temple swollen and spotted with blood. He shook his head in disgust. “I told that damn idiot to wait, but he wouldn’t listen.” The door slammed behind him and he roughly shoved Hannah into the room. The girl tripped and almost fell but Celia caught her, helping her to regain her balance. Very slowly, she faced Jacobs, stepping in front of Hannah. “What are you doing here?” With two fingers, Jacobs help up the piece of paper she’d given to Hannah. “Conspiring against me, weren’t you?” The bottom dropped out of her stomach. “Hannah had nothing to do with that. I just wanted—” “Sit down and shut up.” Jacobs pulled a gun from inside hissuitcoat and waved it at the two women. Trying to stay calm, Celia took Hannah’s hand and led her to the sofa. The poor girl was trembling all over, her face totally leeched ofcolor . “I’m sorry,” she whispered to Celia, shaking her head. “I knew what was happening and I wanted to help you. I didn’t mean for him to find out…” “Shhh.I know. It’s all right.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Jacobs nudged Giles with his foot, and was rewarded with a moan. “Get up you ass or I’ll shoot you to save myself the bother of dealing with your idiocy.” Giles moaned again and very gingerly pulled himself into a sitting position. His hand touched his head, and then recognition came. “The little bitch hit me!” “She did better than that. She knocked you out cold.” Jacobs smirked. “Doesn’t say much for your seductive powers, now does it?” Giles roared to his feet, his face bright red with both pain and humiliation. As he lurched toward Celia, sure death in his eyes, she pressed herself back on the sofa. But Jacobs brought him up short with a fist knotted in his collar. “No, don’t touch her yet. There’s something you need to know.” Giles, heaving in his anger, turned to stare at Jacobs. “Well?” “Your warehouse caught fire again.” “What!” “I don’t know all the details yet. But evidently whoever set that little fire at the studio returned.” Jacobs grinned at Giles’s horrified expression and then flicked a glance at Celia. “It’s lucky for you, Blair, that I

keep my own files because you’ve had a total loss.” Stammering in his grief, Giles asked, “My photos…?” “Gone.Every one of them.”Jacobs waved at Celia with the gun. “I think we should ask our newest guest here about that. It seems a real coincidence that all the trouble started when she got involved. Well, Celia? Do you want to talk to me or should I let Giles go ahead and have his fun with your body first?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia lifted her chin; bravado was all she had left and she’d use it for Hannah’s sake as well as her own. “Touch me and you’ll regret it. I’m not afraid of you, of either of you. And if you don’t let us go right now, I’ll testify against you both and you’ll spend the rest of your lives in jail.” Jacobs thought her threat was immeasurably funny, judging LORI FOSTER 349 byhis loud laugh. Giles did little more than glare at her. “Did you hear her, Blair? She’s going to testify against us.” Giles slantedher an evil look. “Give me a few hours with her before you kill her.” Hannah began to cry softly, but Celia ignored her for the moment. They meant to intimidate her, to break her. But she’d been dealing with Alec for too long to shrivel up and fall apart over a few threatening words. She gave them both a look of contempt, the best she could muster,then said, “You’re both too damn stupid to realize it’s all over. Do you really think I’d have come here alone?A woman, by myself?” Jacobs snarled a curse and retaliated against her contempt by backhanding her. Since Jacobs had gone from confident goodhumor to outright rage in an instant, Celia hadn’t been at all prepared for the blow. Even when she saw it coming, she didn’t have time to do more than gasp before she was knocked completely off the sofa. Crying out, she landed hard on the floor, bruising her knees and scraping her palms. Her head felt as if it had exploded and she prayed she wasn’t wrong about Alec, that he’d somehow, despite the fact she’d lost her wired pen, known where she was going, that he wasn’t far behind. As if she’d summoned him with her desperation, Alec chose that exact moment to burst through the door. He literally kicked it in, causing wood to splinter and glass to crack, and Celia, thankful that he was on her side, wondered how one man could manage so much menace by his mere presence. He looked like an enraged bull, his dark eyes filled with murder. When his gaze quickly took in the entire scene and he saw Celia on her knees, holding her cheek, he gave a shout of rage reminiscent of a berserker that made all the windows rattle. Hannah crouched down beside Celia, clutching at her and hiding her face in her shoulder. Giles Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

completelyfroze, his face paper-white with terror and his hands up as if to ward off evil. That left Jacobs, and he tried to bring the gun up and around in time, but Alec was already on him. His first kick sent the gun clattering across the room to crash against the stone fireplace. His second kick had Jacobs grabbing his ribs, shouting in pain. Celia was still a little stunned, watching the whole thing in fascinated horror, her heart fluttering, her body frozen. She seemed to see it in slow motion, but in truth, Alec’s movements were a blur. From the time he’d burst in to putting Jacobs on the floor had taken little more than a few seconds. She felt awed by seeing Alec in action, though she’d heard enough stories she shouldn’t have been surprised. Despite her fascination, she noticed when Giles suddenly moved, trying to run across the room after the gun, and she reacted quickly. Shoving Hannah aside, she told the girl, “Get back,” then leaped after Giles. The man was just about to bend over for the gun when Celia threw herself on his back. Her

weight knocked him off balance and the momentum of his reach kept him going headfirst into the stone fireplace. Once again, he slumped down unconscious and Celia gave only a brief thought as to whether or not she’d killed him this time. Through the broken front door she heard the distant approach of sirens. She grabbed for the fireplace poker to help Alec, but when she turned, she saw that Jacobs wasn’t fighting anymore. He merely dangled in Alec’s grip, taking the punishment Alec seemed intent on doling out. Marc Jacobs’s face was no longer handsome, but grotesquely swollen, and his fair hair was matted with blood. Celia, filled with a new horror, threw the poker aside and leaped onto Alec’s back this time.“Alec, no!” Neither her weight nor her shout seemed to have any impact on him. He drew back to hit Jacobs again and Celia yelled right into his ear, “I love you, Alec!” He froze with his fist in midair. Jacobs hung limply in his grip, making mewling sounds, and Alec released him to fall with a loud thump to the floor. Celia scrambled around to face Alec, desperate to reach him. “If you kill him, you’ll end up in jail.” Alec didn’t say anything, just stared at her. His face was still set, his eyes hard and distant, as if he had trouble bringing himself back under control. His chest moved slowly as he drew deep breaths. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia’s heart began to beat so hard it hurt. She couldn’t believe what she’d told him, but at least it had gotten him to stop. “Do… do you remember when I wanted to kill Raymond, and you told me it would only complicate my life?” Still Alec stared at her. “I remember.” She dropped her gaze to his chest, touched his collarbone. “I don’t want your life complicated because of me, Alec.” His fingers gently brushed her bruised, swollen cheek. His voice was low and full of concern when he asked, “Are you all right?” “Other than a headache, I’m fine.” Then she glanced at Giles. “I imagine his head hurts much worse.” She couldn’t help herself, she grinned nervously. “I knocked him out twice.” Alec didn’t smile. Instead he walked toward the fireplace, continually looking back at Celia with a narrow-eyed gaze, as if afraid to let her out of his sight. He picked up the gun by the end of the barrel and set it out of reach. The sirens grew steadily louder. Celia turned to find Hannah, pressed up to a wall, her eyes wide on Alec. Celia grinned. She remembered having that exact same reaction the first time she’d met Alec Sharpe. No man had ever affected her, frightened her, touched her, the way he had. He could scare the breath out of grown men with a look, but he was the gentlest, mosthonorable man she knew. “Hannah, this is a good friend of mine, Alec Sharpe. He’s been working with me to help get you away from Jacobs.” Alec nodded to the girl, who blinked cautiously. “Come here, Hannah. He won’t bite.” Alec gave her a heated look, reminding her that he did in fact indulge in a nibble every now and again. Celia felt a blush start and wanted to smack him. “Alec, quit intimidating her.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

With a wry frown at Celia, Alec removed his cotton shirt and gently slipped it over Hannah’s shoulders. “She’s in shock. See if you can find her something sweet to drink and a cold rag. I’ll take care of these two.” Alec started to turn away,then suddenly stopped.“Oh, Hannah? Any evidence they had against you is gone.” Hannah stared from Alec to Celia and back again. She gave a very fainthearted, “Oh?” Alec nodded. “The inside of the warehouse was gutted, the files all caught on fire.” Celia nearly burst with pride. She just knew Alec was responsible for that. “When did that happen,

Alec?” “While you were getting ready for your damn party.” She grinned again. With a completely straight face, he added to Hannah, “And I just found out that someone broke into Marc Jacobs’s house and emptied out his office. No fire there, just a burglary it seems. There’s enough evidence left to convict him, but nothing that will embarrass you in any way.” Unable to hold back a moment more, Celia released Hannah to throw her arms around Alec’s neck. He gathered her close in a breath-depriving bear hug, lifting her completely off her feet and pressing his face hard into her neck. “You’re wonderful, Alec,” she managed to squeak when his hold loosened. To her surprise, he suddenly set her away from him and said, “Go wait in the kitchenette with Hannah. I’ll take care of the cops and then we’ll talk later.” There was so much coldness in him, she flinched. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Alec?” His expression darkened and his jaw worked. He bent low, jutting out his chin and looking her in the eye. In guttural tones, he said, “You almost died.” Glancing at Hannah, he said, “And her, too. Do you have any idea what would have happened if Hannah hadn’t called me? If I hadn’t gotten here when I did?” Celia took a step back, and she too, glanced at Hannah. The girl gave her a weak, apologetic shrug. “She called you?” “Thank God you at least had the sense to give her my number before you ran off with a lunatic,without the wire.” Celia shifted. “The pen fell into the couch and I couldn’t—” “Save it for later.” Alec cut her off, apparently not interested in her excuses. “I’ll take care of everything from here on. Hopefully I can manage better than you did.” He turned away to greet several uniformed officers who came cautiously through the door, guns drawn. Celia wanted to grab him, to pull him back, to explain. She felt a chill creeping up on her and realized the night air had cooled considerably, but her chill was more from the inside out. Still, she rubbed her hands up and down her bare arms. Then she turned to see Hannah standing there shivering, wrapped in Alec’s flannel. Her eyes were dilated, her cheeks pale. As he’d said, she easily could have been killed and it would have been her fault. Celia had no idea what Jacobs had done to her after finding the slip of paper on her. They both might have died if it hadn’t been for Alec. Celia looked around as cops stepped through the room. One of them glanced at her torn outfit and, blushing, handed her his jacket. Celia accepted itgratefully, suddenly anxious to cover herself, to hide the evidence of what she’d just gone through. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The house was in a shambles with a shattered door and broken furniture. Two men were unconscious on the floor, blood seeping into the beautiful carpet. She didn’t even know who owned the cottage. For a minute there, she’d been on an adrenaline high, pleased with the fact she’d survived, that Jacobs’s madness was at an end. But Alec’s censure had cut through all that. She closed her eyes. Oh God, she’d made a mess of things. Alec had told her, had warned her. And now he was angry.

But there was no way he could be more disappointed than she was. Alec was right. She wasn’t cut out for this. And as he’d said, it was all at an end. She’d been a fool. Alec watched Celia walk numbly through the motel room. It was nearly dawn and he knew she was beat, but as usual, she held herself together without complaining. He wished she’d talk to him, give her usual chatter. She hadn’t voluntarily said two words to him since the police had finished their questioning. By the time they were through, Alec figured he’d met damn near every officer in the unit. Jacobs had been transferred to a hospital, though Alec knew the bastard was all right. Thanks to Celia. If she hadn’t stopped him, he very well might have done serious damage. He didn’t want to think he was capable of actually killing so easily, but when he’d seen Jacobs hit her through the door window, when he crashed in and saw Celia down on the floor, her face bruised, he’d lost all reason. Never in his life had he been in such a killing rage. Yet Celia had stopped him with three little words.I love you . Alec cocked a brow. At the moment, she didn’t look too fond of him. She looked dejected and hurt and it damn near brought him to his knees. He knew hewould kill for her. Hell, he’d die for her if it ever came to that. She meant so much to him he was still shaking from the near miss of maybe losing her. His hurtfulwords, and he knew damn well they had been hurtful, had been more a gut reaction to his own fear than anything else. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall and watched her open her suitcase onto the bed. She began stuffing clothes inside, moving by rote, with no real thought involved. Alec sighed. “Hannah seemed anxious to get home to her mother.” He got his first smile in hours, and it didn’t even rate as a full-fledged sign of cheer, more like weary relief. “Once she knew Jacobs and Giles couldn’t embarrass her family with any photos she was agreeable. Especially when I told her all the lengths her mother had gone to just to get her back.” “They really won’t be ashamed will they?Because her involvement will come out in the trial. People will know whathappened, they just won’t have pictures to go with the story.” Her smile this time was more genuine, if a little sad. “I knew you were responsible for that. All that nonsense about a break-in—” “Was my way of covering myass. I figured while you prettied up for your party, I should make good use of my time. I kept my cell phone close so you could reach me if you’d needed to.” “The chances you took going there…” Alec shrugged. He was never the one at risk, but he didn’t say so just yet. “I didn’t destroy the whole warehouse, just the stuff that might embarrass the girls. The same is true of Jacobs’s files. I slipped in there easily enough and within minutes found everything I was looking for. It never ceases to amaze me the evidence some people keep around, arrogantly thinking they’ll never be caught. There’s plenty there to prove what a scum he is, just nothing that will make innocent people pay.” Celia sighed. “You’re pretty wonderful, Alec, you know that?” His heart tripped and his muscles tightened. “Is that why you’re trying to run away from me again?” Her hands full of clothes, Celia looked up in surprise. “I’m not.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He pointed out the obvious. “You’re packing.” She looked confused,then finally shook her head. “It’s time to go home. We’re done here. You said so

yourself.” Alec narrowed his eyes and said low, “We had a deal, lady.” She dropped the clothes and stared up at him. “You’re kidding, right?” Very slowly he shook his head,then advanced on her. If he didn’t touch her soon he was going to lose it. When he was ¦ standing right in front of her, he said, “You promised to do what I want if I helped, and the day isn’t over yet. I figure you still owe me till morning.” “Alec…” “I want you in bed.” He scooped up her suitcase and dropped it on the floor. Clothes fluttered out, and he gained Celia’s immediate ire. She went on tiptoe to yell at him, making it damn near impossible for him to hold back a smile. He’d take her fire any day over the dejection she’d just been feeling. With one finger, she pointed at the bed while never looking away from him. “That is the veryworst place for me. Yes, I made a deal with you, but that was when…” Her voice trailed off. She dropped back flat on her feet and stepped away. She bit her bottom lip. Alec picked her up and, despite her struggles, got her stretched out on her back on the mattress. “When what, honey?” He kissed her beautiful face, her tipped-up nose, her lush mouth. “Tell me.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Celia turned her face away.“When I thought I could stand it. When I thought I could love you and just walk away.” His heart breaking, Alec touched her chin and brought her gaze back around to his. Celia drew in a deep breath. “But I’m not as strong as you, Alec. And Jacobs’s little slap didn’t hurt nearly as much as your rejection and lack of respect.” “Celia.” He’d held back too long, and kissing her seemed like the most important thing in the world to him, an affirmation that she was truly alive and well. Celia didn’t fight him. Her mouth opened to his, and the kiss was gentle but deep, hungry and giving. Alec cupped her face in his hands, careful not to hurt her bruised cheek, and fed off her, knowing he’d never have enough, that three lifetimes wouldn’t be enough with this woman. When he finally pulled back she gulped down a sob and practically yelled right in his face, “You’re a fool, Alec Sharpe! And a damned coward.“Her voice cracked and she said in a quavering tones, ”Because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t give up on love.“ Alec smiled. “I know.” “You’re also—what do you mean, you know?” It was past time he told her how he felt, how much she meant to him. “I respect you, Celia. More than any man or woman I know. You believe in something, like saving Hannah,then you do whatever it takes to get the job done. Not many people have that much conviction, or are that brave.” “Really?” She looked soskeptical he wanted to bundle her up close and never let anything hurt her again. “I also Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

trust you, and worry about you.” He kissed her, a kiss so giving he had to fight his own tears. “And I love you. More than anything this earth has to offer.” She sucked in a startled breath. “You love me?” Alec swallowed hard,then scowled, trying to cover his loss of control. “Hell, I must, otherwise I surely would have strangled you by now for always scaring me half to death. Look at what you do to me, honey.”

He held out his hand and they both saw that he was still shaking like a wet pup. His voice dropped even lower and he groaned, “I thought I might lose you, and that’s something I couldn’t bear. You’re right when you say I’m a coward. I used to be afraid of what you made me feel, of how you affected me. Now I’m just afraid of having to go on without you.” Big tears slid down her cheeks, but they were happy tears. “Oh, Alec, I was so scared!” He understood the delayed reaction, of how the adrenaline rush would wear off and you were left depleted and hollow inside. He settled his body more firmly over hers, surrounding her with himself, his heat and his love. He whispered, “The fear is normal, babe. But the important thing is that you kept your head. You didn’t panic and you reacted when you needed to. Everyone gets in over his head every now and then, and you’re not immune. But you handled yourself well, and I think you’ve more than proved you have what it takes to make a great P.I.” His very well-rehearsed speech was met with mute surprise. Alec cleared his throat. “I’d only ask two things, though.One, that you not endanger yourself like that again. No more undercover stuff because my heart really can’t take it. And two—” Celia laid her palm on his mouth. She was smiling, a wide, happy smile now. “Alec, when I said I was afraid, I wasn’t talking about today, though that was pretty scary, too. I meant I was so afraid that you’d never want me, that you’d never love me back.” He kissed her palm and then pulled her hand away. “Not a chance, babe. You’re definitely stuck with Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

me.” “Alec.” All the love she felt was there for him to see, and now, it filled him up rather than shaking him. He wanted to get back to business and see things settled. “Number two, would you marry me, Celia?” She froze for a heartbeat,then squealed in excitement. Alec laughed, aware of how tense he’d been holding himself, not sure of her answer because he’d never been easy with her. But with the choke hold she had on his neck, he figured her answer was yes. He still wanted to hear her say it. “Answer me, woman.” “Yes!” “And about the undercover work?” Celia pulled back just enough to laugh in his face. “Alec Sharpe, being married to you will likely be all the excitement I need.” As she pulled his head back down, intent on seducing him if he didn’t miss his guess, Alec muttered, “Somehow I don’t think I’ll be able to hold you to that…” EPILOGUE Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Contents-Prev “You know everyone’s going to think you’re pregnant with the way Alec rushed things.” Celia looked down at where Angel, moderately pregnant herself, straightened a ruffle in Celia’s elegant wedding gown. Alec had somehow, with her mother’s help, gotten everything arranged in just under two months. “My mother is hopeful.” Celia grinned, knowing that didn’t quite answer Angel’s implied question. But she had no intention of telling anyone until after she’d told the father. Angel scowled and slowly straightened. Dane, Angel’s overly doting husband, came into the room just then and hurried to assist his wife. “You shouldn’t be bending like that,” he said, and gently hauled her to her feet. Once there, he pulled her close and kissed her—then didn’t want to stop kissing her. Celia just smiled, since Alec now behaved in a similar fashion, always touching her, kissing her, making sinfully naughty, exciting

promises in her ear that he knew would make her blush and make everyone else curious. She blushed now, just thinking of the night to come.Her wedding night. Angel pulled away,then shook her head at both Dane and Celia. “You two are incorrigible. Just look at you both. Dane, behave. And Celia, what in the worldare you blushing about? It’s not like you shouldn’t be used to your brother by now.” Dane chuckled. “She’s used to me. It’s Alec that has her getting all flustered. You should see him pacing around outside. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was actually nervous. And he asked me how long he had to hang out at the reception before he and Celia could get away. Good grief, you’d think he could at least wait a few hours.“Dane cast a teasing glance at his sister. ”I think you’ve managed to pickle his brain.“ Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel sniffed. “If you’ll recall, I said all along they were meant for each other.” “Yes, you did. But it still boggles the mind.” He cast another swift glance at Celia. “I thought she drove him crazy. And he’s such a damn loner—” Celia sighed.“Usedto be a loner—not anymore. And for your information, I do drive him crazy. It’s one of my more redeeming qualities. He says it keeps him on his toes.” Dane and Angel both grinned. “Isthat what it does to him?” Organ music started in the background. Celia had been in the room for over an hour, getting the last-minute primping taken care of, with Angel’s help. She should have known her brother wouldn’t be able to stay away from his wife that long. She started to shoo them out the door so they could take their places, when suddenly Alec was there, looming in the doorway, looking incredibly sexy in his black tux. His golden earring glinted, but his hair had been trimmed, still a little long, but there was no need to tie it back. Celia sort of missed that ponytail, but even without it, he was gorgeous enough to bring the heat right back to her face. He looked vastly annoyed and gave her his patented killer glare, which still made grown men cower but had no real effect on Celia. “It’s been hours. What’s taking so long?” Angel squealed and tried to shield Celia behind her body. “You’re not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony!” “The damn ceremony is beginning and everyone is in here.” Dane laughed out loud, shaking his head and taking his wife’s hand. “Leave him be, honey. He’s got it bad.” He tugged Angel away, then out the door. To Alec he muttered, “You really ought to get a grip.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Alec stepped forward and lifted Celia into his arms. “Now that I have a grip on you, maybe we can get this show on the road.” Without hesitation, he started out the door. Celia tucked her face into his throat. “It’s pretty unorthodox for the bride to be carried to the altar by the groom. What will people think?” “That I love you and don’t want to wait anymore.” He made that statement in his usual certain, determined way, then followed Dane and Angel into the crowded hall. Celia kissed his throat. “I suppose it’s a little unorthodox also, for the bride to find out on the day of her wedding that she’s going to be a mama, but then, we’ve never done things by the book.” Alec froze. Celia could feel him tremble before she got such a tight squeeze she had to squeak in protest. As Alec entered the main room, carrying Celia with no effort at all while kissing the breath right out of her, applause broke out. The organ music continued, and the baffled bridesmaids fell into step

behind the groom. Dane, laughing again, said, “What the hell,” and went over to grab his wife, pulling her out of line and keeping her at his side. The rest of the procession, confused, merely found a spot to stand around Celia and Alec. Celia’s mother was thoroughly scandalized, but she couldn’t quite keep the grin off her face. Little Grayson, Dane and Angel’s son, cheered loudly next to his grandmother. When the preacher cleared his throat—twice—Alec finally managed to release Celia from the kiss. But against her mouth he whispered, “You just can’t help but constantly take me off guard, can you?” And Celia, laughing and crying and ruining her carefully applied makeup, kissed him again and said, “It’s what I do best, Alec.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He stared at her mouth, ignored the snickering in the audience, the coughing of the preacher, and Dane’s outright laughter. He answered, “Oh, I wouldn’t exactly say that…” Fallen Angles 03 – Caught in the Act

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Getrealclose. Del Piper, mystery writer. She’s as confused as he is, but mostly because he’s got the sweetest smile, when he smiles. Still, he’s sticking with her twenty-four/seven-is this love or duty? Is he her protector or her captor? CHAPTER ONE Contents-Next Rain drubbed the window sluggishly, but Mick Dawson could still see out, still see all the different people milling around with colorful umbrellas and hats. He was so intent on watching for her he listened to the conversation with only half an ear. But then, half an ear was the most required when his friends got started on that particular topic. “See that gorgeous blonde?” Josh Marshall said, deliberately baiting as usual. “The one who just came in? She’s wearing a push-up bra.” “Is that right?” Zack Grange kept his tone dry. “How can you tell?” “I know women.” Josh’s reply held an overdose of world-weary cynicism. “And I especially know Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

women’s breasts.” He added, “At your age, I’d think you would, too.” “Yeah, and at your age,” Zack retorted, “I’d have thought you’d outgrown your adolescent obsessions.” The three of them sat in the corner booth at Marco’s, a casual Italian restaurant they’d first discovered five years ago. It was central to where they each worked, in the downtown area. They came often, more so every year, it seemed, until now they met almost daily for lunch and often for dinner, too. None of them was married. Josh remained a confirmed bachelor, Zack was now a widower

and Mick… well, Mick hadn’t met the right woman. His criteria were strict, but to his mind, marriage was forever. He’d seen the worst quite often, marriages made in hell and sustained with sarcasm and cheating and drink. He’d also witnessed that elusive best, unions overflowing with love and trust and support. No way would he settle for less than what he knew could and should be. Because of their different jobs—each of them stressful—and their lack of romantic ties, meeting at Marco’s was about as close to a domestic routine as the three men ever saw. The restaurant served as a place for celebration— a promotion, a new house, whatever came up that seemed celebration worthy. They also commiserated with each other there, as when Zack’s young wife had died and he’d wanted to retreat from life, not seeing anyone, not doing anything except coddling his little girl. Or after Mick had gotten shot in the leg and missed several weeks of work, making him edgy. Mick’s life was all darkness and threats and caution. Ugly. Except here at Marco’s, and with the people he trusted—his two friends, his family. No one else. At least, not yet. No woman had ever snagged his attention long enough to build a trust, certainly never for anything serious. Until now. Now he was intrigued. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Mick, tell this fool that breasts don’t lift to the sun like a flower.” Josh laughed at his own jest “If they’re damn near touching her chin, she’s wearing a push-up bra.” Mick glanced at Zack and grinned. “Josh is an idiot where women are concerned—including his insane fascination with breasts, which, I agree, he should have outgrown years ago.” Josh shook his head in a pitying way. “Men do not outgrow their fascination with breasts. You two are just weird.” “A real woman,” Mick told him, “would chew you up and spit you out.” “A real woman?” Zack asked, feigning confusion. “You mean someone with an IQ higher than ten? Why would Josh date anyone smarter than he is?” Josh said, “Ha-ha. You’re just jealous.” He grinned and added, “Besides, the ladies have better things to do with their mouths when they’re around me. Chewing is definitely out.” All three men laughed. “So,” Josh said, “if you two abnormal specimens aren’t turned on by a woman’s breasts—which should be soft and natural, not shoved heavenward—then what does do it for you?” Mick groaned. “Didn’t we have this discussion back in high school?” “Yeah, but it’s still interesting.” “Bellies,” Zack blurted. Josh raised a brow. “Excuse me?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

For the moment, Mick felt content to just listen. “I love a woman’s belly.” Zack leaned back, smiling to himself. “Not all muscled up the way some women want to do these days. Just a nice soft smooth woman’s belly.” He nodded, confirming his own conclusions. “Very sexy.” Josh considered that, then nodded, too. “Okay, I’ll give you that one. Bellies are hot. But not belly button rings.” “No,” Zack agreed. “A good belly doesn’t need decoration.” “What about you, Mick?” Josh prodded. “Long legs? Great ass? What?” Mick took another bite of his BLT, almost by rote, not because he was hungry. He considered his reaction when he’d seenherfor the first time. What had he noticed? What had caught his eye and kept him so interested, to the point he almost felt obsessed? He glanced out the dim window again. It was a miserable, dank July day, breezy, with fat purple clouds hanging low in the sky.

She should be coming along any minute now. He’d first noticed her at his old neighborhood. He’d been there to rent out the upstairs apartment of the building he still owned, the same building he’d once lived in as a child. There were a lot of… unpleasant memories for him there, along with a few special ones. He kept the building as a reminder to himself that his life had changed,hehad changed, but he was still a product of his upbringing. Evidently, she rented from the building next door, because she had come down the walkway to the street and headed toward the post office, letters in her hand. It worried Mick, because no one traipsed around unprotected in that area. To call it rough would be a gross understatement. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

But there she’d been, strolling along without a care. He hadn’t hesitated to follow her, making certain she remained safe, enjoying the back view of her as she strutted along, her stride long and sure and almost cocky. The sun was blistering hot that day, shining down on her blue-black, shoulder-length hair, hair so silky it appeared fluid when she moved. Soft, light blue eyes looked beyond everything and everyone, including Mick, as if a great distraction held her. He’d been nearly spellbound by her tall, willowy body with its incredibly long, slim legs and broad, fragile shoulders. Strangely enough, even when she came back out of the post office and went past him, again oblivious to her surroundings, he hadn’t noticed her breasts. All his attention had been on her face, with its strong jaw, straight nose, pale eyes. Mick wondered for an instant what Josh would think of his oversight. Because he wanted to meet her, wanted to get to know her and have sex with her until he passed out from sheer exhaustion, he wasn’t about to discuss her with Josh or Zack. So he merely shrugged. “It’s a combination of things, and it’s different with every woman.” Before either Josh or Zack could respond to that obscure reply, Mick saw her. Blindly, he laid his sandwich aside and twisted in the booth to better see out the window. Regardless of the drizzling rain, the gray sky, he’d expected her. A little rain wouldn’t chase her inside. No, not this lady. She jogged every day around the same time, the same place. Or at least she had for two weeks now. It felt like fate, seeing her first in an area where he owned property, and then here again, where he routinely visited. Zack, being a reasonable sort, hadn’t complained much when Mick had made him move so he’d have the window seat. Josh, though, was unreasonable, always. Outrageous bordering on obnoxious. He’d demanded, all with laughter and taunting grins, for Mick to admit who he was watching for. Mick had refused, but now it didn’t matter. The second he shifted his attention, going on alert, Josh noticed. “Aha! There you go, Zack. I think we’ll get to see this mystery lady any second now.” Mick told him, rather succinctly, what he could do with his speculations. But that didn’t deter Josh; if anything, it made him more curious. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Both Josh and Zack twisted around, and they, too, watched through the window. The streets were crowded during the lunch hour. Open umbrellas jumped with the breeze as people milled up and down the sidewalk. And there she was, weaving in and out of human traffic as she jogged, her head uncovered, her clothes better suited to a bright spring day than drizzling rain. Funny thing was, she went right past them, inky-black ponytail bouncing, rainwater dripping off her nose and darkening her sweatshirt, and still Josh

and Zack looked, searching the crowds. They hadn’t realized she was the one. Mick’s body knew that she was. Just seeing her now, bedraggled and wet and distracted, he wanted her. His muscles felt tight, his blood hot, his flesh prickly. Damn, if just watching her jog did this to him, how would it feel to kiss her, touch her, to slide deep inside her and hear her moan out a climax? He felt the stirrings of an erection and muttered a curse. Insanity, he decided, but it couldn’t be helped. To hide his reaction, he grinned and leaned into the corner of the booth. Now that she’d gone by, he could face Zack and Josh and still keep an eye on her for about half a mile on the long, straight street. He glanced, and saw there was almost no jiggle to her firm little butt in the skintight biker shorts. His large hands would cover that bottom completely, and he’d hold her still, keep her steady for his thrusts… Josh interrupted his very interesting imagery. “So? What are we looking for?” “Nothing now.” Mick deliberately sipped his coffee, knowing he had to get control of himself. And he had to get her; maybe after he’d made love to her for no less than ten days, he’d be able to get her out of his system. A comical look on his face, Josh stretched past Zack, nearly knocking his plate off the table, and pressed his nose to the window. He looked and looked and finally said, “Damn it, there’s nothing, no one, out there worth staring at!” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick and Zack shared a look. Zack shrugged. “If you’re only looking for breasts, that could be. Maybe Mick was looking for something else.” Josh frowned at Zack. “No way. You know he’s straight. We’ve both seen him with women.” Mick spewed his coffee. Zack burst out laughing, and several women in the restaurant looked their way. They kept looking, smiling, flirting, and Mick shook his head. “You’re drawing attention to yourself again, Josh.” “Me? I’m not the one laughing like an idiot.” “You don’t need to laugh,” Zack told him, “to be an idiot.” Then slowly, as if speaking to a half-wit, he said, “I meant Mick was maybe looking at a woman who wasn’t top-heavy. Just because it’s your ultimate definition of what makes a woman, that doesn’t mean the rest of us agree.” Josh studied Mick. “That right?” “That you have strange ideas about women?” He took another sip of coffee and shrugged. “Yeah.” “I meant,” Josh said, exasperated, “is she… lacking in the upper works?” “As far as I can tell,” Mick told him, a little annoyed and not sure why, “she’s not lacking anywhere.” That only perplexed Josh more. Mick again peeked out the window, and to his surprise, he saw her turn at the corner, cross the street and start back toward him. There was no more jiggle from her front than there’d been from her back. When she was just opposite the restaurant, she slowed and finally stopped. She rested her hands on her knees while she breathed deeply, heedless of the light rain and his avid attention. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

When she straightened again, she stretched her arms high. Her shirt rose, showing a very sweet belly that Zack no doubt would have adored. Captivated, Mick continued to stare at her while a slow heat stirred deep inside him. She walked into the jewelry store located directly across from the restaurant, and Mick made up his mind. Pushing aside his plate, he stood. So many times over the past few weeks he’d considered following her, initiating a conversation, introducing himself. He didn’t want to rush her, but he’d dreamed about

her twice, so he knew his fascination wasn’t about to go away. Now seemed like as good a time as any to make his move. “I’ll be back.” Josh and Zack stared at him, blank faced. Mick was aware of a thread of urgency vibrating through his blood. It had been like that from the second he first saw her, and every moment after when he watched her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, couldn’t tell anyone outright what it was about her that appealed to him, what pushed him over the edge. He only knew he wanted her.Bad. As he dodged cars and puddles in the roadway, and muddy, slick spots along the curb, he wondered—for about the hundredth time—if she’d been in the area awhile, or if she’d only recently moved in when he first saw her. He’d been buried in work for the past two months, putting in seventeen-hour days, so it was possible she’d been close by for longer than two weeks. He could get another assignment any day, so he had to take advantage of the opportunity now. He hoped like hell she was single. Since first seeing her, he’d studied her closely. There weren’t any rings on her fingers, but then he knew women who didn’t wear them, especially while jogging. Not once in the two weeks of his awareness had he seen her with anyone, definitely not a man, but that, too, could be a fluke. Mick turned up the collar on his windbreaker and darted across the sidewalk, trying to keep as dry as possible. He didn’t have to look behind him to know both Josh and Zack would be craning their necks, their noses pressed to the window, spying on him. It was totally unlike him to chase a woman. It was totally unlike him to be interested enough to bother chasing. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Thunder boomed, echoing over the street and rattling windows just as he stepped through the jewelry store’s ornate front door. Air-conditioning hit him, chilling his damp skin. He brushed his hair back from his forehead and looked around. Glass cases were everywhere, some large, some smaller to showcase a certain piece, and there, in the far corner, she stood. Dressed in her running wear she looked very out of place, conspicuous and unique in the upscale, glitzy store. She also looked sexy as the original sin with her skin dewy from the drizzle and sweat, her cheeks flushed from exertion, her hair as much out of the ponytail as in, wet and sleek. Damn, he thought, annoyed with himself. She wasn’t that pretty, was in fact kind of plain. She wore no makeup, but her lashes and brows were as dark as her hair. Her nails were short, clean. She had a nice body, strong and sleek, fine boned, but not overly curved, not typically sexy. Not the type of body to make him sweat at the sight of her. She didn’t give out signals or flirt or even pay much attention to men, not that he’d noticed. His eyes widened. God, maybe she didn’t even like men. That’d be a kicker, one he wouldn’t, couldn’t accept. Not when the mere sight of her turned him on. He didn’t just want her; he felt as if he had to have her, just as he had to sleep or eat. It was the damnedest feeling, and he wasn’t happy with it or himself. She didn’t appear interested in any particular item as she moseyed from case to case, peering inside, then shaking her head and moving on. For the moment, Mick was content to watch her. He slipped his hands into his jeans pockets, then quickly pulled them out again when he realized that negligent pose might expose the weapon in the waistband holster at his back. Being off duty, he didn’t need the gun, but he always carried it. In this day and age, his cover wouldn’t have been believable without it. Drug dealers, prostitutes, gamblers… they all expected you to be armed, and if you weren’t, you were considered an idiot, or worse.

Usually, even when conditions didn’t call for a weapon, he managed to smuggle in the Smith & Wesson 9 mm in an ankle holster. There were times, though, when he had to go without, leaving him feeling naked, and those were the times when he got most tense, when the adrenaline rush was all but blinding. He always wanted a woman afterward, a way to release all that pent-up energy. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He wanted a woman now. He wanted her. Moving closer, watching her, he was amazed that she didn’t feel his attention, so acute that it had him half-hard again with expectation. It had always been his experience that blatant staring was felt like a stroke of ice. But then, she was a civilian, and he’d already noted the first day he saw her how heedless she could be of her surroundings. It amazed him sometimes that people could survive with so little caution. The door chimed behind Mick and more people entered. Two men, dressed much like Mick in jeans and T-shirts, wearing sneakers, one in a ball cap. They appeared to be in their mid-thirties, clean, middle-class. As a cop, Mick automatically took in everyone and everything. He’d already noted the two salesladies, the older couple looking at cocktail rings for an anniversary. He picked up on actions and quiet dialogue and expressions. Caution was as basic to him as breathing. And because he wasn’t a civilian, wasn’t oblivious, he immediately detected the sudden charge in the air despite the nonthreatening scene and apparently ordinary people. It had come in like the wind with the men, and Mick didn’t like it worth a damn. He had a keen sixth sense, and he trusted it more than he trusted appearances. The woman looked up, around, made brief eye contact with the two men who’d entered, then again with Mick. Their gazes locked and held for an instant, an instant that made his gut clench with awareness. She gave him a small smile, a simple, friendly smile that nonetheless heightened his tension, before she turned away again. Senses on alert, Mick followed her, not too close, in no way obvious, but keeping her within reach. Because the shop was small and crowded with displays, the air thick and humid from the rain outside, he could detect her scent. It was earthy and rich, warm woman, damp skin and clean female sweat. His heart punched hard, a little fast; his sex thickened. He’d been too long without a woman, too long without any sexual relief. Sometimes being a contrary bastard was a real pain. Her wet running shoes squeaked on the ceramic tile floor as she browsed, appearing to study the shop, not just the wares but the structure, the setup. Mick frowned as he watched her, further intrigued and a little distracted. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the men reach into his jacket pocket, and a silent alarm screamed inside Mick’s head. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He jerked around, but not quickly enough. “Everyone stay still and calm.” The guy waved a SIG Sauer .45 around the room with menacing intent. “No one panic or do anything stupid,” he said with a sneer, “and I won’t have to kill anyone.” Damn, damn, damn. Mick took a quick, inconspicuous glance around. The elderly woman, clinging to her husband, looked ready to faint, while the salespeople stood motionless, frozen in horror. His movements so slight that no one paid him any mind, Mick edged closer to the woman he’d followed. She stared at the gunman, her blue eyes darker now with fascination, but he saw no real fear. “We’ll do our business,” the guy in the ball cap said, “and then leave and no one will be hurt.”

Mick didn’t buy it for a second; the words sounded far too rehearsed, far from sincere. And there was an anticipatory expression on the man’s face. Things never worked out the easy way—not life, not love, sure as hell not an armed robbery. The second man hitched his gun at the saleswoman. “You, come open the register and make it quick.” She balked, more out of surprise than rebellion. Mick had a similar sensation. They were surrounded by diamonds and gold of unbelievable value, yet this idiot wanted what little cash might be in the register? The robber had to realize that most sales would be handled with credit cards or checks; his demand didn’t make sense. Mick’s hands twitched. He wanted to grab his gun; he wanted to be in control. Right now, control meant keeping everyone alive. It meant keepingheralive. Without warning, the man who’d issued the order shouted, “Now, goddamn it!” and everyone jumped, the saleslady screeching and stumbling over her own feet as she rushed to obey. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

A predictable panic reaction, Mick thought, to the threat of sudden violence, not something a robber intent on keeping things calm would have instigated. Mick’s suspicions rose. The older woman quietly wept, one saleslady turned white, the other shook so badly she had a hard time working the register. Before she could get it open, distant sirens broke the quiet, making both men curse hotly. Mick tensed, waiting for another outburst, for them to turn and run, for them to retaliate by shooting the saleslady. He’d learned early on that criminals did the most absurd and unaccountable things, often causing death without reason. He prepared himself for any reaction. But what they did took him totally by surprise. They didn’t yell, didn’t run. They focused their blame on the young woman next to Mick. “Bitch,” the guy in the ball cap snarled. “You set off an alarm.” Startled, she blinked, looked around, backed up two paces. “No,” she breathed. It was the first time Mick had heard her voice, which quaked with fear, bewilderment. “I don’t even know where—” The man took aim at her and, without thinking, Mick blocked his path. Both gunmen froze at his audacity. He felt the woman’s small hands against his back, clutching at his jacket. He felt her face press into his shoulder, was aware of her accelerated breathing, her trembling. She was deathly afraid, and anger surged in his blood. His voice as low and calm as he could make it, Mick said, “She’s a customer. She doesn’t know where the alarm is.” He was ignored. “Everybody get down!” As the guy in the ball cap yelled his order, a car screeched up in front of the shop, motor idling. The customers all dropped to the floor, panicked, including the woman at Mick’s back. He felt her jerky movements, could hear her panting in terror. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick moved more slowly, his mind churning as he tried to buy himself some time. If he could get his gun… His elbow touched the woman’s wrist, he was so close to her. She, like the others, had stretched out flat, covering her head with her arms, shaking. Mick kept himself balanced on his elbows, ready to move, watching without appearing to watch. The sudden shattering of glass—again and again as each case was destroyed—caused the older woman to wail, the saleslady to whimper. The woman next to Mick never made a sound. He wanted to look at her, to somehow reassure her, but he didn’t dare take his attention off those weapons. The two men grabbed a few large items of jewelry, but it was as if they destroyed the store just for the sake of destruction. It was by far the most pathetic, disorganized and unproductive robbery Mick had ever witnessed—and that made him more suspicious than anything else might have. By rights, they should have known where

the most valuable items would be, and should have concentrated their sticky fingers there. Instead, they seemed to take whatever was at hand without thought to its worth. No one robbed a jewelry store without casing it first, without knowing what would be found inside and where. The two men finally headed for the door. The tension tightened, grew painful, static crowding the air until it seemed impossible to breathe—and the bastard in the ball cap turned to fire. Mick moved so fast, he barely had the thought of moving before he was over her, his arms covering her head, his muscular body completely blanketing her delicate one. Though she was tall for a woman, about five-nine, she was small boned and felt fragile to his six-three frame. He was plenty big enough, and more than determined enough, to be her protection. She gasped at the feel of him on top of her and immediately stiffened, forcing her head up, twisting. “No! What are you doing?” He jammed her head back down, then cursed when her cheek hit the hard tile floor. Knowing what she likely thought and wishing he could spare her, Mick said into her ear, “Be still.” She wiggled more furiously, trying to free herself, confused and frightened, unsure of his intent. “He’s going to—” Mick began to explain, and then it was unnecessary. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The crack sounded loud and startling; the sudden pain in his right shoulder was a lick of pure fire. For only a moment, his arms tightened around her and he ground his teeth together. “Oh God,” she whispered, trying to turn toward him. Mick grunted, but didn’t move. No, he wasn’t about to move. For whatever reason, they wanted her dead, but they’d have to get through him first He felt the blood spreading on his back, sticky and warm; he was aware of the woman squirming beneath him, gasping, crying. But it wasn’t until he heard the door open that he rolled and drew his gun at the same time. He blocked the awful pain, any distractions, and got off a clean shot through the glass door, clipping the man who’d tried to shoot her. The hollow-point bullet hit him high in the left thigh before he could get into the car. The leg crumpled beneath him and he went down in an awkward heap, howling in pain, grabbing for the open car door in desperation. The car lurched away, spewing gravel and squealing tires, tossing the man back. The side of his head cracked solidly against the curb. He lay there unconscious, sprawled out like a wounded starfish. Surging to his feet, Mick ran out the door. He spotted the car, drew careful aim and fired again. The back window exploded, but the car didn’t slow. It careened around the corner on two wheels and disappeared. Already the streets had filled with onlookers, people too damn stupid to stay inside and away from gunfire. Mick’s arm rapidly went hot, cold and then numb; his fingers throbbed. His hand shook as he tried to hang on to his gun, to steady himself. Josh and Zack appeared, having witnessed the tail end of the robbery from the restaurant. Josh, smooth as silk, slipped the gun from Mick’s hand and dropped it into his trouser pocket. They’d arrived just seconds before the police cars. More people from all over the street converged, whispering, curious. Josh caught Mick’s upper arm and supported him. “Jesus, man. You’re shot.” Zack came to his other side and yelled, “Someone call the paramedics. He needs an ambulance.” That made Mick laugh, since Zack was an EMT. Zack shook his head wryly and pulled out his radio, putting in the call himself. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Here, sit down,” he said, and led Mick to the rain-wet curb. “I don’t want to sit in a damn puddle,” Mick grumbled. “I’m fine.” Fine enough that he wanted to find the woman. He looked around, and when he didn’t immediately see her, terror started to take hold. He

located the elderly couple leaning against the brick building. The old woman clung to her husband and cried, while he peered around in dismay and impotent anger. Mick saw the two salespeople, huddled together, dry eyed but white as snow, apparently in shock. Cops swarmed everywhere, separating the witnesses so they couldn’t share stories. Two police cars took off to give chase, while another radioed in the call. An officer headed Mick’s way. Where the hell is she? When the cop reached him, frowning, his hand resting on his holster, Mick said quietly, “I’m Mick Dawson, Vice.” He started to reach inside his jacket for his badge, but his arm wouldn’t cooperate and he cursed. Josh said, “I’ll get it” He retrieved the badge and flipped it toward the officer, who nodded and yelled for someone to get a blanket. Frustrated, Mick could do no more than stand there, getting weaker by the second, while Zack gave instructions into his radio and Josh more or less held him upright. Zack told the officer, “The ambulance is on its way. I’m an EMT. I’ll see to him until it gets here.” The officer, frowning in worry, handed Zack the blanket and then set off to clear the street. Mick started to pull free, desperate to find the woman and make certain she was okay, but just then she stepped around the elderly couple. Her face, her beautiful face, was creased with worry, with disbelief. From a slight distance, they stared at each other, and there was no distraction in her gaze now, no oblivion. The horror of what had just happened darkened her eyes to midnight. A bruise discolored her cheekbone from when he’d pushed her head down. His stomach cramped with Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

that realization. She trembled all over, and Mick shook off Zack to go to her, needing to hold her, to apologize, though he didn’t even know her name, had no idea who she was or why the robbers had wanted to kill her. Zack, who’d been looking at the wound in his shoulder, drew him back. “Damn it, Mick, you’re ready to drop.” Mick started to deny that, but then his legs gave out, and if it hadn’t been for Josh and Zack supporting him, he’d have been sitting in the middle of the sidewalk instead of on the curb with a folded blanket beneath him. His vision swam, closed in. “You’re losing a lot of blood,” Zack said in his calm, professional voice, but Mick heard the concern, the anger, as his friend began first aid. “Don’t let her get away.” Mick meant to say it loud and clear, an order that couldn’t be ignored. But the words emerged as a faint whisper, and that infuriated him. He’d finally met her—sort of—and he sounded weak, looked weak. At the moment, he was weak. Too weak. But she’d felt so good beneath him for that brief, charged moment, adding to his adrenaline rush, further arousing him though they’d been in the middle of a very dangerous situation. It was so absurd, but even as he’d braced for that bullet, he’d been aware of her under him, her ass cuddling his groin, her head fitting neatly under his chin. He forced his head up and said again, trying for more than a whisper this time, “Don’t let her get away.” He knew Josh heard him because he leaned closer. “Who?” “In… the running clothes. Black hair.” That was the very best description he could muster under the circumstances. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Josh looked up, eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd and then settled on someone. He said, “You’ve got it, buddy. Now you just rest. I’ll take care of it.” He got to his feet and stalked forward

purposefully, saying in a tone that brooked no argument, “Miss? I need to see you, please.” And Mick blacked out. CHAPTER TWO Contents-Prev|Next “Where is she?” The sound of his own voice, foggy and dark and thin, appalled him. Mick tried to clear his throat, but it was impossible. “Shh,” he heard Zack say. “Take it easy.” Mick struggled to open his eyes, then wished he hadn’t. What the hell had they done to him? His shoulder didn’t hurt, at least not at the moment, but he felt as if his brain might explode, and every muscle he possessed was sluggish, refusing to cooperate with his brain’s commands. More cautiously this time, he cracked his eyes open and found Zack on guard at his bedside. Where was Josh? Where wasshe? “The woman?” he asked again, and he sounded like a dying frog. Zack lifted a glass of water with a straw to Mick’s mouth. He wanted to tell Zack to jam the straw in his ear, but he couldn’t. He gave in to his thirst and took several quick sips. He started to move his arm, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

and fire burned down his side.Nowhis shoulder hurt. He ground his teeth, hissing for breath. “The anesthesia is wearing off,” Zack explained. “You’ll be groggy a little longer, but overall you’re fine. They left the bullet in—that’s two for you now, right? Taking it out would only have caused more damage. You lost too much blood already.” Mick was still registering what Zack had said when his friend leaned forward and growled, not two inches from his nose, “You scared the hell out of me! Don’t you know if you get shot you should stay down? Swinging your arm around that way just encouraged it to bleed more.” Mick grunted, as much from the pounding in his head as in reply. “Where the hell is she?” Exasperated, Zack sighed. He didn’t need to askShe who? “Josh has been keeping a close eye on her, since right before you passed out and bashed your damn head on the ground. Yeah, that’s why your head feels like it’s splitting. I’m surprised you don’t have a concussion, as hard as you hit. If you didn’t have to be so damn macho, if you’d just tell someone when you were ready to faint—” “I didnotfaint.” Mick’s voice, his words, were gaining strength, and he grumbled, “I passed out from blood loss.” “Yeah, well, they look about the same when you drop right in the middle of a crowd.” It hurt, but Mick narrowed his eyes and said, “Zack? Come closer.” Zack, filled with new concern, leaned down close. “Where the hell is she!” Zackjerked back and grimaced. “All right, all right, you don’t have to bust my eardrum. You said, all ominous cloak and dagger, ‘Don’t let her get away.’ Neither Josh nor I knew if that meant she should be arrested, or if she was the lady you’d been watching for.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick jerked—and the sudden movement squeezed the breath right out of his lungs. Damn, he’d forgotten how badly a bullet hurt. Through clenched teeth, he snarled, “You didn’t…?” “Turn her over to the cops? Nope. They questioned her, of course, but Josh followed them to the station and then picked her up afterward. She’s fine, just shook up and babbling about you being a hero—no surprise there, I suppose. She claims you took that bullet for her, and she wants to see you, overflowing with gratitude and all that, but, of course, since we didn’t know what the hell was going on…” “I’m going to kill you.” Zack grinned. “We collected her for you, but she’s none too happy right now.. Josh is more or less, er,

detaining her. No, don’t look like that. You know he wouldn’t hurt her. But he’s taxing himself; it’s been over four hours, after all.” Four hours! Mick wanted to groan again, thinking of her waiting that long, Josh coercing her into hanging around… “No,” Zack said, correctly reading his mind, “she didn’t want to leave, she wanted to see you. And she’s not happy when she doesn’t get what she wants. She’s actually—” Zack coughed. “She’s a very determined lady.” Zack looked at Mick’s IV and added, “Evidently, she wants you.” That was a revelation, one he could easily live with. His head pounded, but Mick held back all wimpy sounds of distress and said, “Get her for me.” “Don’t be an idiot! You’re hardly in any shape to start getting acquainted.” Zack stood, towering over the bed. “I assumed once you came to, you’d explain what the hell’s going on, we could then explain it to her, and then we’d let the lady go home so you could get some rest.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Donotlet her leave here alone.” Mick had awakened with a feeling of panic, again seeing that gun aimed at her—just her, no one else, and for no apparent reason. Until he figured things out, he wanted her watched. He wanted her protected. It pissed him off royally that he had to ask others to do that for him. “Mick, we can’t just refuse to let her leave.” Giving Zack a sour look, Mick said, “Get her.” “Damn, you’re insistent when you’re injured.” “And I’ve heard more ‘damns’ from you in the last five minutes than I have since your daughter was born.” Zack shrugged. “Well, Dani isn’t here to listen and emulate. Besides, it’s not every day I see a friend shot.” “You say I need to recoup, Zack?” “That’s right.” “So how is it going to help my recuperation when I get out of this bed and kick your sorry ass?” Zack hesitated before giving in with a laugh. “I can’t fight you now, because you’re already down and I feel sorry for you. If I let you get up and attempt to hit me, you’d probably start bleeding all over the place again and rip your stitches, and I’d have to let you win.” He held up both hands. “Stay put. I’ll find out how soon you’ll be moved to your room and when Delilah can join you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Pain ripped through his shoulder as Mick did a double take. “Delilah?” Zack stared. “Don’t tell me you didn’t even know her name.” “So?” Learning her name hadn’t been his top priority. Touching her had, and he’d accomplished that while also protecting her. A nice start, except for the fact that someone wanted her dead, and had shot him trying to accomplish the deed. But he’d figure that one out eventually. In the meantime, he had no intention of letting anyone hurt her. “So you took a bullet for a complete stranger?” Very quietly, Mick asked, “Wouldn’t you have done the same?” And because Zack already had once, long ago, he turned and walked out. The second Zack pushed aside the curtain and left, a nurse stepped in, ready to check Mick’s vitals and reassure him. She lingered, and Mick couldn’t help but smile at her, despite his discomfort and his current frazzled frame of mind. She was about five years older than he, putting her in her early thirties. She

was attractive even in sensible white shoes and a smock. She smoothed his hair, her fingers gentle, while she explained that he’d be there overnight, but would likely leave in the morning, and that they’d put him in his own room very soon. Still being polite, Mick was careful not to encourage her. He wanted to meet Delilah, wanted to talk to her, hear her voice when she wasn’t frightened, see her smile again. She was the only woman he wanted at the moment, and he was relieved when the orderly showed up and announced it was time to take Mick to his room. Any minute now he’d meet her, really meet her. And he promised himself that not long after that he’d kiss her… and more. He didn’t know how he’d manage that, all things considered, but he would. He had to taste her, had to stake a claim in the best way known to man. He discounted his wound. It wouldn’t slow him down; he wouldn’t let it slow him down. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He needed her. “I’m capable of walking on my own.” Josh, the man “escorting” her to Mick’s room, gave a disgruntled sigh and removed his hand from her arm. He’d been pushy and demanding, a total stranger insisting she follow his orders. She’d done so, once she realized he was a friend of the man who’d protected her. But she didn’t like him, and she definitely didn’t like the distrustful way he loomed over her. He pretended gentlemanly qualities, but she knew he held on to her so she couldn’t get away. She’d already told him a dozen times that she had no intention of leaving. Not that Josh paid any mind to what she had to say. He had “slick” written all over him, from the way he held himself to the way he noticed every single female in the vicinity. She understood his type. Josh was one of those men who felt superior to women, but covered that nasty sentiment with charisma and a glib tongue. No doubt, given his good looks and outrageous confidence, women regularly encouraged him. Del just wanted to get by him so she could meet the other man, the one who’d risked his life for her. Josh slanted her one of his insulting, speculative looks. “I hope you don’t go in there and give him any grief.” When she didn’t answer him, he added, “He did save your sorry, ungrateful little butt, after all.” She could hardly ignore that! Del whirled and stuck a finger into his hard chest. “I know. I wasthere,” she snapped. Her control, her poise and any claim to ladylike behavior were long gone. Today had been the most bizarre and eventful day of her life. “You’re the one who doesn’t seem to understand that I need to see him, that I should have been there with him all along, to thank him—” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He glared at her, rubbed at his chest and walked away. Del had to hurry to catch up to him. A few seconds later they turned a corner, and Josh pushed a door open. “Here we go,” he said. And then under his breath, but not much under, she heard him mutter, “Thank God.” Through the open doorway, Del could see the occupied hospital bed, and she drew up short. Heavy emotion dropped on her, making her feel sluggish in the brain—which was a first Her breath caught. Her stomach flipped. Her heart fluttered. He lay almost flat, his long, tall body stretching from one end of the narrow bed to the other. She

remembered his height when he’d covered her, protecting her and all but dwarfing her despite her own height. She remembered the power of him, too, the vibrating tension and leashed strength. His beautiful, dark brown hair now looked disheveled, spikey from the earlier rain and his injuries and… Her bottom lip quivered with her loss of composure. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, though she hadn’t really seen him until he threw himself on top of her and saved her life. At first she’d thought he was with the robbers, and she’d known so much fear she’d actually tasted it. Instead, he’d taken a bullet meant for her. Her heart stuttered to a near stop. What kind of man did that? He didn’t know her, owed her nothing. She’d barely noticed him in the store before that. But when he’d chased the bad guys just like a disreputable Dirty Harry clone, she’d looked him over and hadn’t been able to stop looking. He’d been all hard, flexing muscle, animal grace and speed. Now he was flat on his back in a hospital bed. She sighed brokenly, choking on her emotions. He turned his head at the sound she made, and those deep brown, all-consuming eyes warmed. A Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

slight, heart-stopping smile curved one side of his mouth, and he looked sexy and compelling. In a deep, dark voice hoarse with pain, he whispered, “Hi.” Just like that her heart melted and sank into her toes. There was so much inflection, so much feeling, in that one simple hello. Vaguely, she heard Josh saying, “Delilah, meet Mick Dawson. Mick, Miss Delilah Piper.” Del paid no attention to Josh, her every thought and sense focused on the large dark man in the bed. In the bed because ofher. No one had ever done anything even remotely like that for her. Her life in the past few years had been, by choice, a solitary one. Even before then, though, her relationships had been superficial and short-lived—nothing to inspire such protective instincts. The reality of what he’d done, what he’d risked for her, threw Del off balance emotionally, just as the sight of him stirred her physically. Without another thought, she moved straight to the bed. Mick looked at her, still smiling, but now with his eyes a bit wider, more alert, a little surprised. She sat near his hip and stroked his face. Sheneededto touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin, the lean hardness of his jaw… Unable to help herself, she kissed him. Against his lips, she said with heartfelt sincerity, “Thank you.” He started to say something, but she kissed him again. It felt… magically right; she could have gone on kissing him forever. His mouth was firm, dry. Five o’clock shadow covered his jaw, rasping against her fingertips, thrilling her with the masculinity of it. Heat, scented by his body, lifted off him in waves, encompassing her and soothing her. He tasted good, felt good, smelled good. A little breathless, bewildered by it all, Del said, “I’m so sorry. It should be me in that bed.” “No!” His good arm came up, his hand, incredibly large and rough, clasped her shoulder, and he levered her away. For a man in a sickbed, he had surprising strength and was far too quick. And he looked angry. And protective. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Excitement skittered down her spine, while tenderness welled in her chest. The door opened again and Zack, the man who was a little nicer than Josh, started in. He jerked to a halt when he saw them both on the bed, nose-to-nose. Startled, Zack began to backpeddle, only to change his mind once more when he spotted Josh standing in the corner, smirking. “Uh, Mick?” Zack sounded ridiculously cheerful and vastly amused. “I see you’re feeling… better.” Josh chuckled. “I imagine he feels just fine right about now, since she’s in here.”

Slowly, not wanting to upset Mick, Del stood and cast a quick glare at both men. In her fascination with Mick, she’d all but forgotten them and how they’d bulldozed her, refusing her every request, evading her questions. “I’d have been with you sooner, but they wouldn’t let me,” she said to Mick, feeling piqued all over again. “I didn’t know what was going on or why—” “Only family could see him before he got to his room,” Zack said, some of his cheerfulness dwindling. Del had heard the same lame explanation at least ten times, yet Zack had pretty much stayed with Mick, except for when he’d taken a turn guarding her so Josh could look in on him. They were friends, not family, or so they’d told her, so their excuses held no weight. They’d insisted she come to the hospital, insisted she wait around, and then they’d refused to let her do anything useful—like see Mick and thank Mick and… She brushed her stringy bangs out of her face, still annoyed, still frustrated. “You could have taken my suggestion and told them I was his wife. Then they’d have let me in.” Josh choked; Zack raised one eyebrow and looked at Mick. Mick grinned, then reached out for her hand with his good arm, which meant stretching across the bed. When she took his hand, he said, “I’m Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

sorry you were worried.” And in a quieter tone, “Are you all right?” Dismissing the other two men, she again sat on the bed. She wanted to kiss him some more, but his friends were standing there, not only ogling them, but bristling like overprotective bulldogs. Besides, after her ran through the rain, and the burglary, she probably wasn’t all that appealing. “I’m fine.” Mick touched her bruised cheek with gentle fingertips. His eyes were nearly black with concern. “Damn, I’m sorry about that.” His tone made her heart beat faster, made her skin flush and her insides warm. They’d only just met, but she felt as if she’d known him forever. Catching his wrist, she turned his hand and kissed his palm. Again he looked surprised, and if she didn’t miss her guess, aroused. His eyes were hot, his cheekbones slashed with color. He stared at her mouth. Was it possible he felt the same incredible chemistry? Del had to clear her throat to say, “You saved me. I’m sorry I freaked. I thought… well, at first I thought you were with them and you intended to…” “I know.” He continued to stare at her mouth, which made her belly quiver, her nerves jump. “I’m sorry I scared you.” The irony didn’t escape her. Here he was, in bed, wounded, and he kept apologizing to her. She’d never met a man like him. “You kept me alive,” she stressed, which discounted any side effects, such as a small bruise, as unimportant. “I’m the one who’s sorry. Well, not sorry that I’m alive, but sorry that you got hurt in the process.” “It’s just a flesh wound.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Zack coughed and Josh snorted. She looked at his two friends, then peered at Mick suspiciously. Was it worse than she thought? But the nurse had told her he’d be okay. Her ire resurfaced and she said to Mick, “I wanted to come in and see you, but they wouldn’t let me.

Waiting was awful. When we found out how long it would be, I planned to go home and shower and change, and try to make myself presentable, so when you came to I wouldn’t be such a sight, but he—” she directed a stiff finger at Josh “—wouldn’t be at all reasonable about any of it.” “Don’t blame Josh,” Mick said, smiling just a bit. “I asked him to keep you around.” “You did?” “I was afraid you’d disappear and I wouldn’t get to see you again.” His words were so sweet, she forgot about her sweat and ruined clothes and stringy hair. “I wouldn’t have done that, I swear! I would have come right back.” Again she leaned down and kissed him, but this time he was ready for her and actually kissed her back. His tongue stroked past her lips for just a heartbeat, then retreated. Her breath caught and she sighed.Oh wow. With a numb mind and tingling lips, she heard him rumble in a low voice, “I want to see you, Delilah.” She lowered her voice to a mere whisper. “I want to see you, too. I just wish I’d had time to clean up. I’m all sweaty and I have mud on my feet and my clothes are limp and wrinkled. I smell like a wet dog.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His hot gaze moved from her eyes to her mouth and back again, his expression devouring. “You smell like a woman.” She almost slid right off the side of the bed. Much more of that and she’d be sweating again, that or she’d self-combust. He was just so darn sexy! The dark beard shadow covering the lower part of his face made him look dangerous. After witnessing him in action that afternoon, she knew hewasdangerous. His brows were thick, his lashes sinfully long, his high-bridged nose narrow and straight, his mouth delicious. And those dark eyes… This man had singled her out and risked his life to save her. It was beyond comprehension. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. Only a thin hospital gown and a sheet concealed his entire gorgeous, hard body from her. She looked him over, saw the width of his chest, the length of his legs. His feet tented the sheet, and as her attention slid back up his body, she noticed something else was beginning to tent, as well. She returned her gaze to his, saw the burning intensity there, and froze. He wasn’t embarrassed and made no attempt to conceal his growing erection. Using his left hand, Mick lifted her fingers and caressed them gently. His eyes were direct, unapologetic, and when she glanced at the other two men, it was to see them looking out the window, at the ceiling, anywhere but at the bed. She was unimpressed with their show of discretion after everything they’d already put her through. It didn’t matter that they’d directed their attention elsewhere; they were still in the room, their presence noticeable. They’d more or less forced her to stay, at Mick’s request, but it was obvious they still didn’t want her alone with him. If they’d really been polite, if they’d trusted her at all, they’d have left the room. But no, they weren’t ready to budge an inch. She supposed they didn’t know her well enough to trust her and, after all, he’d just been shot, but still… Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick looked vital and strong and all-male, and his effect on her was beyond description. She’d long since decided men weren’t worth the effort, but oh, she hadn’t met this man yet “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” She gripped his hand hard, trying to accustom herself to the unfamiliar feelings of tenderness and worry and explosive desire. It had been forever since she’d felt so

much awareness for a man. Well, actually, she’d never felt it—not like this. Which was the main reason she seldom dated anymore. Men didn’t appreciate her emotional distance. She felt far from emotionally distant now. “The nurse said you’d be fine, but…” “Yeah.” His voice was rich with promise. “I should be out of here soon.” “Tomorrow,” Zack said, still keeping his eyes averted, “as long as you agree to take it easy. They’ll send you home with antibiotics and painkillers, but knowing you—” A noise in the hall alerted them to more visitors. Mick released his hold on Del and bunched the blan-kets over his lap to hide his partial erection just seconds before a man and woman pushed through the door. They entered in a rush, heading straight for Mick. Not being much of a people person, Del faded aside, inching into the corner opposite Zack and Josh. Mick frowned in displeasure at her retreat, and Josh said, “No worries. I’ve got it covered.” When he moved to stand between Del and the door, Del realized he meant that he’d continue to keep her around. As if she’d leave now! Del’s attention snagged on the pretty blond woman now hovering over the bed, kissing the top of Mick’s head, his high cheekbone, his chin. “Thank God you’re all right!” The woman’s lips were all over Mick, and Del didn’t like it at all. But she knew she had no right to complain. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“I made Dane drive like a demon to get us here.” “Angel,” Mick protested, all the while grinning widely so that Del knew he didn’t really mind her attention at all, “you didn’t need to rush. I’m fine.” Del wondered if Angel was her name or an endearment. The woman pressed her cheek to Mick’s. “But you were shot!” Zack laughed. “I told you on the phone he’d be all right.” “I had to see for myself.” Josh crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. It was apparent to Del that they all knew each other, that these were more of Mick’s friends. These people Josh trusted; she could see that Feeling like an outsider, or worse, an interloper, Del frowned. “According to the doctor,” Josh said, addressing Angel, “he’ll need some baby-sitting.” Zack nodded. “Luckily the bullet hit at a tangential entry. It was expended enough that the force didn’t carry it into the chest cavity, which could have injured his lung, or in a through-and-through injury that could have caused more damage to his arm.” “Yeah,” Mick mumbled, tongue in cheek, “I’m real lucky.” Del’s heart ached for him. This was the most she’d heard, and it hadn’t been revealed for her benefit. Rather, the information was for the new arrivals, especially the woman with the lips. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The female who was trusted. It all sounded so horrendous, worse than Del had imagined. If the shooter had stepped just a little bit closer, if his aim had been a little higher… She closed her eyes, fighting back a wave of renewed fear and impossible guilt. Mick could so easily have been killed. Her eyes snapped opened when she heard Angel say, “You’ll come home with me, of course.” Del had no real rights to jealousy or possessiveness, but she felt them just the same. Who was this beautiful woman who felt free to kiss and touch Mick? And then the thought intruded: was he married? Del’s stomach knotted. She tried to see Mick’s hand, but couldn’t with both people crowded near his bed. The man with Angel said, “The kids would love a chance to fetch and carry for you. They adore you, you know that.”

With incredible relief, Del realized that if they had kids, they must be a couple. Which meant Mick was safe from any romantic entanglement with Angel. Del was just beginning to relax again, feeling on safer ground, when yet another couple pushed through the door. This woman was lovely, too, but the man with her held her close to his side, leaving no doubt that they were together. He was large and dark and so intense he looked like Satan himself. Del stared, but no one else seemed alarmed. Mick even rolled his eyes. “Angel, did you drag Alec and Celia down here, too?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel touched his face. “They were visiting when we got the news. Of course they insisted on coming.” The room was all but bursting with large men. Josh and Zack were big enough, but their physical presence was nothing compared to Dane’s and Alec’s, both of whom were in their prime and exuding power. And Mick, even flat on his back and wounded, was a masculine presence impossible to ignore. He had an edge of iron control, of leadership, that couldn’t be quelled by an injury. All in all, the men made an impressive group. Del expected the walls to start dripping testosterone any moment. She watched them all, memorizing names and studying faces as they shared familiar greetings. The women were all-smiles, and even Dane looked somewhat jovial. Alec, however, looked capable of any number of nefarious deeds. Just as Del thought it, she saw his piercing gaze sweep over Mick from head to toe, and he grinned a surprisingly beautiful grin, making his black eyes glitter and causing Del to do an awed double take. “I knew you wouldn’t go much longer,” Alec drawled, and even his deep voice sounded scary to Del, “without getting yourself shot again. It’s a nasty habit.” “I’ll try real hard to keep that in mind,” Mick said. “Zack tells me you got shot on purpose this time.” Alec crossed his massive arms. “At least I try to avoid it when possible, and when Celia isn’t around.” Celia, slim and elegant, leaned over Mick’s bed and kissed his forehead. To Del’s way of thinking, there was far too much kissing going on, and far too many visitors. At this rate, she’d never get him alone. But that concern was secondary to another. Judging by what Alec had said, this wasn’t the first time Mick had been shot. Del looked at Josh and Zack, to judge their reactions to that news. Their expressions were impassive, leading her to believe they already knew Mick had been shot before this. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Don’t let Alec tease you, sweetie,” Celia said. “He’s glad I got him shot. Otherwise we’d never have ended up together.” Alec looked very dubious at her statement, whereas Del was completely floored. What in the world did these men do that they took turns catching bullets? Celia continued, saying, “If you stay with Angel, then we can visit you.” Del knew that any second now Mick would agree to Angel’s offer, and then she’d lose her chance. She took a deep breath, unglued her feet and tongue, and declared, “I’m taking him home with me.” The room fell silent, and as one, all eyes shifted her way. The women and two men stared, as if seeing her for the first time. Mick smiled. Under so much scrutiny, Del squirmed. Thanks to the rain and her long jog and the events at the jewelry store, she looked like something out of a circus sideshow. But determination filled her. She wasn’t a coward and she wouldn’t start acting like one now. Moving out of the corner, she edged in around Angel, who kept kissing Mick’s forehead. Del got as close to him as she could, then stated again, “I’ll take care of him.” She made her voice strong,

resolute. Angel blinked, looked at the other people, then back at Del. “You will?” “Yes. After all,” Del explained, “it’s my fault he’s hurt.” Everyone’s gaze shifted from her to Mick. Expressions varied from male amusement, astonishment and fascination, to female speculation. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del wanted to wince, to close her ears so she wouldn’t have to hear what Mick might reply to her appalling assumption. They were strangers in every sense of the word, but he’d claimed to want to see her again. What better opportunity would there be than for her to take him home? She’d never played nurse to anyone before, but how hard could it be? She stood by his bed, refusing to budge, blocking Angel and her lips, in particular, and waited in agony. Expectation hung in the air, along with a good dose of confusion. Mick grinned, managed a one-shoulder shrug and addressed all six people at once. “There you go. Looks like it’s all taken care of.” “What do you know about her?” Josh looked down at Angel and shrugged. They stood in the hallway outside Mick’s door, which was as far as Angel would go. “Not a damn thing,” he said, “except that Mick is in a bad way.” Angel pressed a hand to her chest, looking as if she’d taken the bullet herself. “The wound?” Josh knew how close she was to Mick—practically a surrogate mom even though only nine years separated them. Mick’s real mother, from what he understood, had been plagued by too many personal weaknesses. She’d died long ago, and Angel and Dane’s family had become Mick’s. “I’m sorry, I meant that he’s been acting… infatuated.” Relieved, Angel bent a chastising look on him. “Mick is a grown man, a very levelheaded man. He doesn’t get infatuated.” Josh knew that, which only made it more baffling. Beautiful women flirted with Mick and he hardly noticed. But this one… Josh shook his head. “Call it what you want, but today he chased her down, took a bullet for her without even knowing her name. And according to Zack, the first thing he asked about, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

even before he got his eyes open, was Delilah.” A slow smile spread over Angel’s face. “This is wonderful!” “Did you hear me?” Beyond respecting her a great deal, Josh knew Angel was one of the chew-‘em-up-and-spit-’em-out women Mick had mentioned during their lunch, so he carefully measured his words. “Today, just a few minutes ago, is the first time he officially met her. Before that, he just watched her jog every day.” Josh thought about Mick’s preoccupation with Delilah and added, “She’s not even all that eyecatching.” Angel smacked him on the shoulder. Not hard, but it still stung. He refused to rub it. “Looks are nothing, and you should know it by now. Besides, I think she’s cute.” Dane, carrying two colas, strolled up behind her. He handed one to his wife and asked, “Who’s cute?” “Mick’s woman.” Grinning, Dane said, “That little dynamo in there telling him she won’t leave now that he’s awake, not even to go home and get a change of clothes? And if she does leave, she absolutely will not take a bodyguard with her?” Dane laughed as he sipped his drink. “Both Alec and I offered, at Mick’s insistence. Alec even promised her we wouldn’t leave him alone, that one of us would be sure to stay with him until she returned. But she’s not convinced. If anything, that seemed to have the opposite effect

on her.” “I wonder why.” “Because she likes being difficult,” Josh pointed out, disgruntled. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane grinned. “Actually, I believe she’s jealous of Angel.” Angel frowned. “Of me? But Mick and I are like…” “You don’t have to convince me,” Dane told her. “But then I know you both well. She doesn’t.” “Why would she need a bodyguard?” Angel asked, changing the subject. Dane spent a few minutes explaining about the bizarre aspects of the robbery, and Mick’s concerns. “For whatever reason, I don’t think Mick has told her that he’s a cop,” Dane said. “He tried telling her she could be in danger, but she’s blowing the whole thing off as nothing more than a fluke, or a coinci-dence. I get the feeling he’ll have his hands full with that one.” Josh glared toward the closed door. “After spending several hours with her today, I can tell you that she’s about the most contrary woman I’ve ever met. All she did was bitch at me.” Dane raised both brows. “Let me guess, you tried treating her as you do most women, flirting, teasing—” “Condescending,” Angel added. “I was charming!” “—and,” Dane continued, “she was too smart to fall for it.” “She wants to do things her own way,” Josh grumbled, still amazed that she’d taken exception to his manner, “and damn the consequences. She’s far too… independent and stubborn for my tastes.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Barely stifling a chuckle, Dane clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s good for you, teach you a little humility around the ladies.” Josh wasn’t interested in learning humility, thank you very much. He and the ladies got along just fine. Delilah Piper—well, she was just an aberration, a woman who couldn’t be swayed with sound male logic, smiles or compliments. In fact, she’d been rude enough to scoff at his compliments, as if she’d known they were false, which, of course, she hadn’t because he was damn good at flattery when he chose to be. Josh felt renewed pique; no woman had ever scoffed at him before. “Do you want me to go drag her out of there?” Dane’s expression filled with anticipation. “Oh yeah, I’d love to see you try.” True, Josh thought. Knowing her—and, after spending hours closed up with her in the waiting room, he did indeed feel that he knew her—she’d probably kick him someplace dirty. His groin ached just thinking about it. She’d threatened to do him in once today already, when he wouldn’t agree to label her Mick’s wife, just so she could sneak in and see him sooner. Obstinate woman. And besides, brute force wasn’t something he’d ever used on a female. He’d only been mouthing off because he’d used up his other tricks on her without success. “I’ll see if I can dredge up some diplomacy,” he told Angel and Dane, and sauntered into the room with all the enthusiasm of a man headed to the gallows. One look at Delilah and he was again filled with confusion. What was it about her that had Mick going gaga? The womanwas… lanky. That’s the only word he could think of that described her. Her arms and legs were long, her body slim, her breasts small. She appeared delicate when he knew she was anything but. He had, however, noticed that she had a very nice tush, not that it made up for the rest of it. And now she watched him, on alert, as if he had no right to be in the room seeing one of his best friends. His gaze met Alec’s and Alec shrugged. Celia stared wide-eyed. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

None of them were used to Mick being thwarted. Most times, he told people what needed to be done and they did it. Mick had an air about him that demanded obedience. Women especially went out of their way to make him happy. Not that Mick took advantage of his appeal to women. Just the opposite, he seemed unaware of how they gravitated to him and he was the most discriminating male Josh had ever known. Beautiful women came on to him, but more often than not, Mick showed no interest at all. Until now. According to Angel, Mick had been that way since he was sixteen. Always a take-charge guy, always irresistible, but at the moment he looked ready to pull his hair out. With flagging patience, Mick said, “I want you to be comfortable, Delilah. Go home and take the shower you mentioned earlier. Change your clothes if you want, get something to eat.” “I’m not hungry and I’m used to the clothes now.” Her every word exuded stubbornness, though an edge of desperation could be heard, too. Alec and Celia stood at the foot of the bed. Celia shook her head and Alec narrowed his eyes in contemplation. Mick looked tired and frustrated and pained as he said, “I don’t need you to baby-sit me, Delilah.” Josh decided enough was enough. Mick wasn’t in top fighting form or the conversation never would have gone on for so long. He hated seeing his friend this way, wounded and weak. Josh had handled plenty of women in his day. This one was no different—at least not in the most important ways. “Of course you need a damn baby-sitter.” Josh leaned against the wall, ready to take on Delilah and win. “Good God, Mick, you were dumb enough to get shot in the first place, then dumb enough to pass out. I can understand why she doesn’t trust you now to do as the doctors and nurses tell you. You’d Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

probably yank out your IV, wouldn’t you? Or get up and parade around the room until you keeled over again. If she doesn’t stay right here like a good little mother hen to make sure you behave yourself, you might even—” Predictably enough, Miss Delilah exploded. She went stiff as a spike, sputtered, then practically shouted, “Don’t you talk to him like that, Josh!” Celia jumped a good foot at Del’s explosive outburst. Alec coughed to cover a laugh. Zack, always laid-back and calm, watched the drama unfold with interest But then Zack knew Josh and likely suspected his motives. “Well,” Josh reasoned, extravagant for the sake of their audience, “why would you refuse to go home and change out of your rumpled clothes unless you didn’t trust him to act intelligently?” Delilah fried him with a look before bending down to Mick. She said very sweetly, “I’ll be right back.” When she stalked around the bed, both Celia and Alec scurried to get out of her way. Josh didn’t know if it was the scent of mud and sweat that motivated them, or the intent look on her face. As she passed Josh, she snagged his shirtfront and dragged him out after her. Biting back a victorious laugh, Josh looked over his shoulder in time to see Mick chuckling. Josh sent him a salute. Once in the hallway, Delilah rounded on him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it. “You need to shower. I can see sweat stains under your arms, and I can smell you.” Her face flaming with color, she kept her gaze glued on Josh, then turned her head the tiniest bit and sniffed. She wrinkled her nose and frowned. Josh almost laughed. Truth was, Delilah smelled kinda nice, like shampoo and lotion and woman, not that he’d ever tell her that. Calmly now, because he didn’t want to offend her, he said, “Mick needs you here. I know that. Hell, you’re all he’s talked about since he came to.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Really?” She looked skeptical, and hopeful. “Yep.” Seeing her uncertainty, Josh softened. Most of her aggression had been on Mick’s behalf, so he

couldn’t really hold it against her. “He’ll be uneasy if he thinks he’s imposing. You don’t know him like I do. He’s not used to relying on anyone. Do you really want to start a relationship that way?” She stared down at her muddy sneakers and mumbled, “No.” Such a small voice for Delilah! And he noticed she didn’t deny the relationship part. Good. At least that meant she was as interested as Mick. Josh would hate to think his friend was the only one smitten. “He also doesn’t want you to be alone. He doesn’t worry about women often, so you could show a little gratitude and go easy on him.” Seconds ticked by before she finally admitted, “I didn’t—don’t—know those men.” She looked at him, her eyes troubled. “And I don’t want a total stranger waiting around on me while I shower and change. I don’t like to impose on others, either.” Josh wanted to curse, to end this awful day by heading home and phoning a reasonable woman, a doting woman who’d give him the comfort of her body and her feminine concern. He did not want to spend more time with this particular woman, who treated him as an asexual nuisance. But he knew what he needed to do. He drew in a breath and made the ultimate sacrifice. “All right. Then let me take you home. You can do what needs to be done, then I’ll bring you back. You can stay until visiting hours are over. I know he’d appreciate that.“ As if he hadn’t made the grand offer, she said, “Maybe Zack could drive me home?” If it wasn’t for Mick... Josh drew a deep breath and reached for control. “Zack can’t. He has a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

four-year-old daughter and he needs to get home to her.” “Oh.” Delilah eyed him, apparently liking his plan as little as he did. “I suppose Dane or Alec would be okay…” He should have said fine, should have let Mick deal with her. Instead, he heard himself say, “Dane and Alec just drove two hours to get here, and I’m sure they’d like to spend their time visiting Mick, not chauffeuring your stubborn butt around town.” Stiffening, she said, “I could take a bus…” “And Mick would still worry. Someone shot at you today, lady.” From what Josh understood, someone had singled her out as a victim. It didn’t make sense, and he understood Mick’s concern. “You witnessed a burglary and it doesn’t matter that you told the police you didn’t recognize anyone, that you have no idea what’s going on, it’s still strange.” She didn’t relent, and he said, his patience at an end, “Hell, I promise not to speak to you, all right? I won’t even look at you if it’ll make you happy.” Using both hands, she covered her face. Her normally proud, straight shoulders hunched and she turned partially away. Thinking she was about to cry, Josh froze. Damn, but he couldn’t deal with weeping women. There was nothing he hated more, nothing that made him feel more helpless. His stomach tightened, cramped. Delilah acted tough and talked tough, but she was still female, delicately built, and she’d been through an ordeal. But she didn’t so much as sniffle. “I don’t mean to be nasty,” she said from behind her fingers. Her voice was miserable but strong, and devoid of tears. “It’s just…” She hesitated for a long minute, then dropped her hands and sighed. “I feel so responsible.” Josh’s hostility and impatience melted away. She’d been involved in a robbery, shot at, stuck in the hospital all day in wet, grubby clothes with total strangers. If he’d known her longer, he’d have offered Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

her a hug. But he’d just met her—and so had Mick. Josh was still worried. It wasn’t like Mick to fall so

hard so fast. He’d never even seen Mick trip. On rare occasions, Mick dated, and then moved on. Josh couldn’t think of a single female, other than family, who Mick would have invited to stay at the hospital with him. Not only would he have found it an intrusion, he was far too private to want anyone around him when he wasn’t up to full speed. In his line of work, Mick naturally had to be careful, and that caution had carried over into other aspects of his life. Or perhaps it had always been there, left over from a less-than-wonderful childhood. But whatever the reason, Josh could tell that for this woman, Mick was throwing caution to the wind. Settling for a friendly arm around her shoulders, Josh steered her back toward the hospital room. “The last thing Mick would want is for you to feel bad. About anything. As to responsibility, it sure as hell isn’t yourfault those idiots showed up and started shooting. Okay?” “Thanks.” She nodded, and even managed a small smile for him. Josh was struck by that smile, and for the first time, he had an inkling of what Mick felt. They walked through the door, and she seemed to forget all about Josh the second her gaze landed on Mick. Nonplussed, he watched her hurry back to Mick’s bedside. “Josh is going to drive me home, but I’ll be right back.” Mick’s surprise at the quick turnaround was plain to see as he looked from Josh to Delilah and back again. Josh winked. Oh yeah, he’d have fun ribbing them later with this one. He’d gotten her to do what the rest of them couldn’t He hadn’t lost his touch, after all. “Don’t worry, Mick,” Josh said, feeling in good humor for the first time since the shooting, “I’ll keep a real close eye on her.” That earned him a frown from both Delilah and Mick. Delilah apparently didn’t think she needed to be watched, and Mick obviously didn’t want any male looking at her too closely. Jealousy, Josh decided, and was glad he’d never suffered such a miserable emotion. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You really don’t have to rush,” Mick told Delilah after dragging his attention away from Josh. But it was plain to Josh that Mick wanted her back where he could be the one keeping an eye on her, protecting her, not any other man, not even a friend he trusted. He was also in pain and doing his best to hide it. Damn stubborn fool. Delilah glanced around the room. “Will your visitors stay all night?” “No,” Mick said, making the decision before anyone else could answer. Alec coughed again. Celia rushed to assure her. “We’ll be at a nearby hotel for the night, but we’ll stay here until you get back. How’s that?” As if it was up to her, Delilah nodded. “That’d be perfect. Thank you.” Then she bent to kiss Mick again. “I’m going to give my cell phone number to the nurse, just in case.” She turned to Josh. “Are you ready?” “I’ll be right there.” She looked suspicious at his delay, but didn’t question him on it She turned and moseyed out. The door had barely closed before Angel and Dane came back in. Angel propped her hands on her hips and said, “Now that she’s not within hearing distance, tell me the truth. Does your shoulder hurt?” With a crooked grin, Mick admitted, “Hell, yes.” Then he turned to Zack. “If you could see about some pain medicine…?” “The doctor ordered it for when you woke up, but you were too bullheaded to take it.” “It would’ve made me sleepy.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Josh shook his head. “And God forbid he miss a single second of Delilah Piper’s visit.” Zack, always something of a peacemaker as well as an EMT, laughed. “I’ll go get your nurse and she can take care of you.” Josh walked over to the bed, where both Dane and Alec now hovered. Josh knew they were dying for some answers. Together the two men ran a private investigations firm, and they could sniff out trouble without even trying. “The other men got away. The police are still looking, but they haven’t turned up anyone.” Mick’s curse was especially foul. “What about the one I shot? Did they find out anything from him?” “The idiot had ID on him. He’s Rudy Glasgow, and he’s still unconscious.” Josh knew that despite Mick’s injuries, he’d want to know it all. Still, he hesitated before saying, “It doesn’t look good.” Mick dropped back onto the pillow with an aggrieved sigh. “I know my shot to his leg didn’t put him under. Was it the head wound from when he fell?” “Yeah. You two mirror each other—both shot, both with conked heads. Only his was worse. He rattled something in his skull and the docs don’t know when he’ll come to, which means they don’t know when he’ll be able to answer questions, if ever. You were lucky that you landed more on Zack than the concrete when you fell.” Not amused, Mick cursed again. “I also turned your gun over to the officer first on the scene. He insisted, of course, and with you passed out cold…” Josh shrugged. “That’s standard procedure,” Mick assured him, not worried. “I’ll be issued a new one.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Josh nodded. “I notified your sergeant and he’s getting in touch with Internal Affairs.” “Which means I’ll have to see the damn psychiatrist, too.” He groaned. “Just procedure?” Josh asked, though he already knew any shooting required a follow-up visit with the shrink, just to keep the officers healthy in mind and body. “Yeah.” Mick looked weary beyond belief. “When she leaves here tonight—” Dane held up a hand. “We won’t let anything happen to her. I promise.” And Josh assumed that meant one or both of them would be tailing her the rest of the night, even after she finished her hospital visit. Delilah wouldn’t like it if she knew. But then, Dane and Alec were damn good, so she wouldn’t find out unless they wanted her to know. Alec looked thoughtful, and with his intense, dark features, the look was almost menacing. It had taken Josh some time to get used to him. “So you think the robbery was a sham? Just an excuse to shoot her?” “They aimed for her head,” Mick rumbled in disgust, describing how he’d covered her, and the shooter’s angle. He gave details he hadn’t given when Delilah was in the room. “They didn’t threaten anyone else. Hell, they didn’t even look at anyone else.” “But why her?” Dane asked. “I haven’t got a clue. Far as I can figure, she was just a customer, like the other two in the shop.” Though Mick said it, he didn’t look quite convinced. Josh didn’t like any of it, especially since his friend seemed determined to be in the middle of it all. “I’d better get out there or she’ll leave without me.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“She doesn’t have a car here, does she?” Mick asked, concerned over the possibility. “No, but believe me, that wouldn’t stop her. Prepare yourself, Mick, because she’s about the most obstinate, bullheaded woman I’ve ever run across.” He squeezed Mick’s left shoulder. “Take it easy while we’re gone.” “You won’t let her out of your sight?”

“Just when she showers.” He grinned at Mick’s warning growl. It amused the hell out of him how possessive his friend had gotten, and how quickly. “Quit worrying. I’ll bring her back safe and sound.” CHAPTER THREE Contents-Prev|Next Mick watched Josh go, and though he trusted Josh implicitly, he cursed the injury that kept him confined to bed. “She could have been killed today.” Angel sat beside him on the narrow mattress. “Is that why you agreed to go home with her? So you can protect her?” He nodded, but he saw that both Alec and Dane knew his reasons were more varied than that. And Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

more territorial, more sexual. Protecting wasn’t the only activity he had in mind. He’d never burned for a woman before, but now he felt like an inferno ready to combust. Why the hell would someone want her dead? Mick remembered the way she’d been looking the place over, the way she’d initially smiled at the men—a smile he’d considered merely polite, stranger to stranger. Zack came back in, the nurse trailing him. She gave Mick a dose of morphine through his IV, and seconds later the discomfort receded and lethargy settled in. Mick relished the relief from the searing pain, even while he fought to stay awake and sharp enough to think. “Relax,” Dane ordered him. “I have to figure out what’s going on.” A vague sense of impending doom, of limited time plagued him. Dane shook his head. “No. You’re in no shape to start snooping around. Let it go for now. The bastard who shot you isn’t going anywhere, and he won’t stay out forever. When he comes to, you can question him. Or better yet, let someone else do it.” “No.” Even with the morphine clouding his mind, Mick knew he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to get some answers. “I need to call my sergeant, to tell him I want to stay advised. And I need to talk to the head nurse. I need to—” Angel pressed her fingers over his mouth. “You need to sleep. I have a feeling when Delilah gets back, you’ll be determined to stay awake and alert.” Alec cocked a brow while cuddling Celia to his side. “He wouldn’t want to miss a minute of that, as Josh said.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick relaxed, thinking of Delilah’s emotional strength, her boldness, how she’d kissed him, her taste, her heat. They were right—he didn’t want to miss that. In the next instant, he fell asleep. Mick woke to the sound of quiet tapping. The room was dim, with only one light glowing in the corner. The curtains were all closed, but he could tell it was night. He’d probably slept another four hours or so, and it enraged him. There was a lot to consider, a lot to do, not the least of which would be getting to know Delilah. The tapping continued, light and quick. He bit back a groan as he turned his head on the soft pillow and zeroed in on the source. There, sprawled in the room’s only chair, a laptop resting across her thighs, was Delilah. God, she was lovely. A nurse had evidently brought her a pillow and blanket in an effort to help make her comfortable. The padded lounge chair could have served as a bed in a pinch. Delilah had the back reclined, the pillow behind her shoulders, the blanket thrown over the arm of the chair.

Her rich dark hair, freshly washed, swung loose and silky around her shoulders. The light from the laptop cast a soft blue halo around her. Her eyes looked mysterious, purposeful, as she typed away. Mick watched her, aware of the acceleration in his pulse, the expanding sexual tension. She’d changed into a pair of baggy jeans and a miniscule, snowy-white, cropped T-shirt. Her sandals were off, tucked beneath the chair, her bare feet propped on the edge of the counter in front of the window. Two flowering plants now sat there, no doubt from Angel and Celia. Delilah’s slim legs seemed to go on forever, and Mick, still only half-awake, pictured them around his hips, hugging him tight while he rode her, long and slow and so damn deep. He visually followed the trail of those incredibly long legs, and when he came to her hips he imagined them lifted by his hands, her legs sprawled wide while he tasted her, licked her and made her scream out a climax. A groan broke free from him and Delilah jumped, nearly dumping her laptop. “Mick!” Heat throbbed just below his skin. He was so aroused he hurt, but he’d done nothing more than look at Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

her and give his imagination free rein. What would it be like to actually have her? He swallowed and said with a drawling, raw deliberation, “I don’t suppose you’d like to give me another kiss?” Slowly, her gaze glued to his, she set the laptop on the floor and stood. “I didn’t mean to be so brazen earlier. I just… it amazed me that anyone would do what you did.” “So you kissed me?” Arching one dark brow, she half laughed. “I wanted to devour you, actually.” The shadows in the room did interesting things to her body. “Do you always say exactly what you think?” She shrugged. “I guess so. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m out of practice when it comes to this sort of thing.” “You can say whatever you want to me, okay?” She nodded. “You saved my life, and you got hurt in the bargain. I saw you and I just… wanted to kiss you.” That didn’t sound right to Mick. “So it was about gratitude?” “Yes… no. I’m not sure.” She made a helpless gesture, then shifted her feet and tucked her silky hair behind her ear. “The thing is, touching you seems… right.” He understood that. Touching her seemed right, too. Hell, devouring her seemed right. He’d have gladly Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

gotten started right that minute, but she stood there, waiting, uncertain, very different now that they were alone. She wasn’t as defensive, and there was no reason for her to be protective. No woman had ever been protective of him. Except Angel, but that was back when he’d been a boy. With Delilah it felt different. “Everyone else has left?” “Yes. Angel and Celia gave me the number of the hotel where they’re staying so you could call if you needed them. The man, Alec, said you had his cell number if you wanted to make sure he was on duty. Whatever that means.” Mick nodded, understanding perfectly. Alec would wait and watch for Delilah to leave. He’d protect her until Mick could take over. There wasn’t a more capable or harder man than Alec Sharpe. Knowing he’d keep his eye on Delilah gave Mick a new measure of relief. When he didn’t speak, she gestured at the flowers and said, “The women bought these in the gift shop.” “That’s just like them.”

She fidgeted. “They’re… friends of yours?” “More like family. As close as family can be without all the baggage.” “Oh.” A mix of emotions crossed her features— confusion and relief. “Josh and Zack said they’d be in touch in the morning.” “I figured as much.” She stood there before him, barefoot and fidgety, and Mick used the opportunity to look at her. The loose jeans hung low on her slim hips, showing a strip of pale belly between the waistband and the hem of her shirt. He saw the barest hint of her navel, enough to fire his blood, to make his mouth go dry. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He glanced at her breasts and found himself smiling. She was indeed small, but still so damn sexy he ached all the way down to his toes. As he stared, her nipples tightened, pushing him over the edge. He needed her closer. Because she looked uncertain, he asked, “You didn’t like kissing me?” “I did!” she blurted, then bit her bottom lip. She twined her fingers together and shifted her bare feet again. “I just didn’t want you to think that, you know, just because you were nice enough to save me that you had to…” “Had to what?” Inside, he grinned, knowing what she thought, but in the mood to tease her. “You know. Be sexual with me.” His gaze shot to her face and she rushed to add, “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way I did. I mean, you’re incredible. Gorgeous and sexy and hard and… what woman wouldn’t want you? But I’m just me. I didn’t know if you wanted to—” Just that quickly, his humor fled. “I want to.” “You do?” He was hard, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it “Come here, Delilah.” As if reassured, she strode to the bed and sat beside him, this time to his left. “You want me to kiss you again?” Unwilling to rush her or scare her off, he didn’t move. He wanted her to be as free as she’d first been, taking what she wanted from him, when she wanted it. Was there a better male fantasy than having a bold woman who knew her own mind and went after what she needed? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Holding himself still, Mick said softly, “I’d love for you to kiss me again.” “You don’t need anything first?” She searched his face, looking him over, he assumed, for signs of discomfort. “A drink? More pain medicine?” 1 need you. “No.” Tentatively, she laid a hand on his chest. “You’re so warm,” she whispered, her fingers lightly caressing, edging under the loose neckline of the hospital gown. “I watched you sleep for a while and it made me nuts.” She glanced at him, meeting his gaze. “You even look good when you sleep. I had to get out my laptop to keep busy, just so I wouldn’t end up touching you. I didn’t want to wake you.” Mick had no response to that, other than a rush of heat. The thought of her watching him and wanting him fed his awareness of her, making it more acute. She touched his throat, then slid her slender fingers over his uninjured shoulder. “I think,” she whispered, watching the progress of her hand, “that you’re about the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” If they’d been anywhere other than a hospital room, he’d have pulled her under him. He shifted, felt the pain deep in his shoulder and cursed. She quickly pulled away, then poured him a drink of water and lifted the straw to his mouth. “Shh. This will help.” Getting her under him would help, but he didn’t say so. He drank deeply, hoping the icy water would cool his urgency, return a measure of his control. It was insane to want a woman this way.

After setting the paper cup aside, Delilah again rested her hand on his chest. Her gaze locked with his. “Your heart is racing.” “I’m horny,” he explained, because anything more eloquent was beyond him while she continued to Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

touch him. Her light blue eyes twinkled and her lush lips curled into a satisfied feminine smile. “No sex for you, at least not until you’re healed.” That “not until” stipulation—which pretty much guaranteed he’d eventually have her—about stopped his heart. Without another word she leaned down and touched her mouth to his. She was gone before Mick could respond. Her blue eyes were warmer, softer, and he rumbled, “Again.” She looked at his mouth, bent, stroked his bottom Up with her hot little tongue. “Do you like that?” she breathed. He groaned. Still so close he tasted her breath, she asked, “You’re not married or anything, are you?” “No.” “At first, I was afraid Angel or Celia—” “No.” Using his left hand, he touched her hair. Warmth, softness. “I love your hair.” He tangled his fingers in the silky mass and brought her mouth back flush with his. “Thank you,” she murmured, and obligingly gave him the longer kiss he wanted. Dull pain pushed at Mick, but he blocked it from his mind. It was nothing compared to the feel of her. “Open your mouth.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She did, then accepted the slow, deliberate thrust of his tongue. He stroked deep, taking her mouth, exploring all the textures and heat, and the taste that was uniquely Delilah. They both groaned. Delilah pulled back. She touched his jaw and asked, “Did I hurt you?” He had to stop this or he’d lose it completely. “Of course not.” “I’m not married or anything, either.” Mick, still on the verge of a meltdown, managed to lift a brow at that candid disclosure, and she shrugged. “I just thought you should know,” she said, her words coming in soft, uneven pants, “being as we’re… well, doing this.” “This?” She stayed close and the scent of her, lighter now and touched with lotion and powder, filled him. He wanted to wrap himself in it, wanted to hold her close to his body until their scents mingled. “The whole sex thing.” She drew a breath, but kept her gaze steady, unwavering. “I assume that’s where we’re headed. I mean, I’ll have you all to myself in my apartment and I want you. I assume you want me, too.” He could hardly believe what she’d just said. No woman had ever come right out and so boldly stated her intentions to have an affair with him. Women sometimes chased him, but they were subtle, never so up front with their motives. They teased, flirted, advanced and retreated. They didn’t advance and advance. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“What is it you do?” she asked, unconcerned with his bemused astonishment—maybe even unaware that she’d astonished him. “I’ve never known anyone who carried a gun and shot people.” He should have been prepared for that, because he knew she’d ask. But he was still stuck on that affair statement, attempting to get his head back together— a near impossible feat because all he could think about now was starting that damn affair. The sooner the better.

“Mick?” He wanted to tell her the truth, but he knew nothing about her except that she evidently had an enemy, someone who wanted her dead, someone who would have succeeded if that bullet hadn’t been sidetracked by his shoulder. He also knew she was eccentric, a woman heedless of her surroundings, honest to a fault, brazen and stubborn one minute, shy and uncertain the next. And he knew she wanted him, not as much as he wanted her, but enough. His innate caution warned him against going too fast. Thinking of Dane and Alec, he lied. “I’m a private investigator.” Her eyes widened with unrestrained excitement. “Seriously?” She looked so comically surprised, he grinned. “Yeah.” Starting things off with a lie wasn’t the best course of action, but he had few choices until he found out what was going on. If all went as planned, he’d be able to tell her the truth soon enough. She’d understand his reasoning and forgive his deception. He’d see to it. “Wow.” She settled on the side of his bed, her hip against his, her hand still resting on his chest. “I could use you for research.” Mick did a double take, momentarily getting his mind off the idea of pulling her down on the narrow bed beside him. “Research for what?” She shrugged in the direction of the laptop. “I’m a writer. I’m always looking for easy ways to research. From the horse’s mouth is always the easiest.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

A writer? Now, somehow that fit. The creative types were always a bit different, as far as he knew. “What do you write?” “Mysteries.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Fun stuff. Whodunits with a few laughs and some racy romance thrown in.” It was Mick’s turn to say, “Wow.” Then he added, “Have you ever been published?” “Well, yeah.” She seemed to consider that a stupid question. She’d said it so casually, as if it were nothing. He’d never met a novelist before, and now he planned to sleep with one. “How many books have you done?” “I’ve had four published so far, with two more in the works.” She nodded toward her laptop. “I’m working under a deadline right now.” “How old are you?” Mick didn’t think she looked old enough to have one book published, much less four. He’d always pictured writers as more seasoned, scholarly types. His question made her grin. “Twenty-five, almost twenty-six. I sold my first book when I was twenty-three.” Mick eyed her anew. A mystery writer. He had to shake his head at the novelty of it. And here he’d claimed to be a PI. A match made in heaven. “I’ll be damned,” he said, still dealing with his amazement. “Maybe I could read one sometime?” “Sure. I’ll show them to you when we get to my apartment. By me way, I drove myself here so I could take us both home tomorrow. Your friend Josh was pretty ticked off about it. He was going to tattle, and you should have seen his face when we found you asleep. He looked so frustrated, I thought his head would explode. Of course, for that one, it might be an improvement.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick closed his eyes. Some maniac had tried to kill her, and here she’d been on the road alone again,

vulnerable. He could just imagine Josh’s frustration. “Delilah.” “Del.” “Excuse me?” He opened his eyes again and stared at her. Hard. “If we’re going to be friends, you may as well call me what everyone else does.” “And everyone else calls you…Del?” It sounded like a man’s name to Mick. She shrugged. “It’s what I’ve always gone by. Only my father called me Delilah, usually if he was angry, and he died a few years ago. Now I only use my full name when I write.” Mick wondered how her father had died, if she had any other family left. He shook off his distraction. He’d have time to ask her about her family later. Keeping his tone stern, he said, “Josh was right to be angry. Someone tried to shoot you today. You shouldn’t be alone, not until I—” He pulled back on that, quickly saying instead, “Until the police can figure out what’s going on.” She flapped her hand at him, waving away his concerns, then let it settle on his abdomen. He nearly shot off the bed. Every muscle in his body clenched and his cock throbbed. He’d never been in such a bad way before. If she moved her fingers just a few inches lower, she could make him feel so much better. He closed his eyes against the image of her soft hand holding him, stroking him. Too fast, he was moving way too fast. “I don’t think,” she murmured, watching her hand on his body, “that they were really shooting at me. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Why would they?” She looked up at him, her hand thankfully still. “I mean, they aimed at me, but I think it was just a random thought. They were criminals and they got thwarted because the police showed up, and they were mad, so they wanted to shoot someone.” Nearly choking on an odd combination of explosive desire, frustration and protectiveness, Mick asked, “And you think they chose you, a woman who didn’t have a thing to do with anything, a woman just visiting the store. They didn’t look rattled or frenzied. They looked like they meant to shoot you—you specifically—before they took off.“ Her fingers spread wide and her brow furrowed. “I don’t know. I didn’t notice anything like that.” Her baby finger was a quarter inch from the head of his penis. His body strained, fighting against his control. Heneededto lift his hips, to thrust into her hand. “You,” he rasped, “are the person they accused of setting off an alarm, when you hadn’t moved and weren’t anywhere near anything that could have triggered an alarm.” That made him think of something else, and he forced himself to concentrate on things other than her touch. “How did the cops know? Did anyone tell you?” She stared blankly at his bandaged shoulder, deep in thought. “The officer who questioned me said someone on the street noticed the guns when he was walking by, and he used his cell phone to call them.” “Honey, listen to me.” Mick put his left hand on her bare waist, between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her jeans. Her skin was smooth and warm, her muscles taut. “Did you recognize either of them? Was there anything at all familiar about them?” “No, of course not.” She looked at her hand on his abdomen, then at his erection. He read her thoughts as if she’d spoken them aloud. Instinctively, he tightened, which brought forth a moan of pain from both physical discomfort and sharp anticipation. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You’re in a bad way,” she said in a hushed, husky tone filled with understanding and her own measure

of need. He wanted to howl. He wanted to ask her to go ahead and stroke him, hard and fast, that she use her mouth… “Delilah…” “Del,” she whispered, and started to glide her hand lower. Using his left hand, Mick caught her wrist. His hold was tight, too tight, but he felt stretched so taut he was ready to snap. “I’m in worse than a bad way,” he rasped. “I’m on the very edge, and if you touch me I won’t be able to control myself.” She tilted her head, staring at him as if she didn’t quite grasp his meaning. “I’ll come,” he said bluntly, then watched for her reaction. She stayed still, but probably only because he held her slender wrist in an iron grip, refusing to let her move. “This is difficult for me,” he explained, watching her, needing her to understand. He felt more tension than he had at fifteen, when he’d seen his first fully naked female, there for the taking. He’d lost control then; he was ready to lose control now. He ground his teeth and insisted, “I’m not usually like this.” Her eyes, warm and heavy-lidded, looked him over. “You’re hurt, in bed. This is a strange situation.” “It has nothing to do with any of that and everything to do with you. I want you bad, and have since the first time I saw you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He could tell that admission pleased her. “Today?” she asked, Gently, he lifted her hand away from his body so he could carry on a coherent conversation. He brought her hand to his chest and kept it there. “I saw you two weeks ago, near a building I own. You were heading to the post office.” Her frown reappeared. “I never noticed you,” she said. Then, chagrined, she added, “I was probably plotting, and I don’t pay much attention then. My mind tends to wander.” He thought about how she’d been examining the jewelry store, studying it, prowling from one corner to the other. “Plotting… what?” “My book, of course.” She said it as if it should have been obvious to him. “So,” she asked, “you saw me a few weeks ago?” “And many times since then. I eat at Marco’s a lot, and you—” “Jog by there a lot.” Her smile was very sweet. “Whenever I have a deadline, I need to get outside at least once a day to clear my head so I can really think and plot. So I jog. But I’ve never noticed you before.” “I’ve watched you almost every day. Today when I saw you actually stop and go into the jewelry store, I decided it was time to introduce myself.” Her countenance darkened. “Instead you saved my life.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

They stared at each other. The air was charged, until a nurse started backing in, dragging a cart with her. Delilah moved so fast, Mick was stunned. She snagged the pillow from her chair and dropped it over his lap. To the nurse she said, “Time to check him again?” The nurse looked over her shoulder and smiled. “I’ll only be a minute.” Then she turned to Mick. “For an injured man, you’re about the healthiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Mick was in no mood for small talk. “Is that right?” he asked, while watching Delilah. “Yep. Great lungs, great reflexes. The epitome of health. I wish everyone would take such good care of their bodies.” Delilah made a choking sound at that observation. “I’ll, uh, just get out of your way.‘’ She tapped a few

buttons on her laptop, closed it and set it on the window ledge. She picked up a large tote from the floor and swung the strap over her shoulder, saying to Mick, ”I’m going to run down to the coffee shop and grab a bite to eat. Do you want anything? You slept through dinner.“ The nurse said, “We can still get him a tray.” Delilah leaned close and whispered, “It was nasty-looking stuff. I’d pass if I was you.” The nurse heard and grinned. “The coffee shop has pretty good sandwiches and chips and desserts. You’re not on a restricted diet, so if something sounds good…” Delilah started out. “I’ll surprise you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Delilah—” “Del,” she said, then added, “Don’t worry. I’ll be right back. We’ll pretend we’re having a picnic.” And before he could warn her to be cautious, she was gone. Mick sank back against the pillows, the ache in his shoulder receding to no more than a dull, annoying throb. The nurse offered him more pain medication, but he passed. He needed all his wits about him to deal with Delilah Piper. Otherwise, he thought, grinning shamelessly, she’d probably take sexual advantage of him in his weakened physical shape. He could hardly wait. The nurse finished her poking and prodding, changed his bandage, and then, at his request, handed him the phone. He called Josh. A woman answered—no surprise there—and Mick heard her grumbling, heard the squeaking of bedsprings, before Josh came on the line. “You’re either feeling much better or much worse if you’re making a call.” “Much better,” Mick told him, and he knew it was only a partial lie. “Can you bring me a change of clothes tomorrow? The nurse said I should be ready to get out of here by eleven.” “Sure thing, but it’ll have to be early. I’m on duty starting at eight.” As a fireman, Josh worked varying hours, usually four days on, four days off. On his off days—today being one—he spent a lot of time with women. Zack, an EMT stationed right next door to the fire department, was just the opposite. He spent all his spare time with his daughter and only rarely made time for women, and then only when his hormones refused to let him put it off any longer. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“If it’s inconvenient, I can ask Zack.” “It’s no problem. I’d planned to check up on you anyway, just to make sure your little woman hadn’t done you in.” “You don’t like her?” Mick asked, not really caring, but curious all the same. Personally, he found everything about Delilah unique and enticing, even her damned stubbornness, which had earlier about driven him nuts. “She’s… different.” True enough, Mick thought. “And she took exception to me right off the bat” Mick grinned. That was probably a first for Josh. “She’s not like other women, and she’ll take some getting used to. But it appears she’s as nuts about you as you are about her, and I suppose that’s all that really matters.” There was a muffled sound as someone snatched the receiver away from Josh and he apparently wrestled it back. Mick heard him growl, “Just hang on. I’ll only be a minute.” Chuckling, Mick said, “I won’t keep you.” “S’no problem. She’ll wait. So, what’s it to be? Jeans? And I guess some type of button shirt?” “That’d be easiest. I’m sure you can find your way around my house.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

A feminine whisper, insistent and imploring, sounded in the background. Mick grinned again. “G’night, Josh.” “Hey, before you go, you should know that Alec is hanging around, waiting to take care of things for you.” Mick appreciated the subtle way Josh explained that with his lady friend listening. “Thanks. I’ll ring him next.” He disconnected his call with Josh and punched in Alec’s number. He imagined Delilah would return any minute, and he wanted to make sure things were set first. “Sharpe.” “It’s me, Alec. Where are you?” “Hanging out in the parking lot.” “Damn, I hate to do that to you.” He could hear the smile in Alec’s tone when he said, “Celia’s with me. It’s no problem.” That made Mick smile, too. He could just imagine the two of them necking like teenagers. Alec was still a bad ass of the first order, but with Celia, he was a pussycat. “Why don’t you head out and I’ll call you when she decides to leave?” The door opened and Delilah came through, her arms laden with paper bags and disposable cups of steaming liquid. Mick eyed her cautiously, not sure how much she’d heard. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She set everything down and turned to him with a smile. “Is that Josh?” “No, it’s, uh, Alec.” He could hear Alec laughing in his ear. He knew they all appreciated the unique effect Delilah had on him. “Alec?” That surprised her, he could tell, but not for long. “Well, tell him to go home and go to bed. I’m not leaving tonight, so I don’t need a bodyguard.“ Mick scowled. “Delilah…” “Del.” She sat on the side of the bed and took the phone from his hand, then said into the receiver, “I’m going to stay the night. But thanks for thinking of me, anyway.” And then she hung up. CHAPTER FOUR Contents-Prev|Next At ten o’clock, the doctor gave Mick the okay to leave, together with a long list of instructions. Del listened intently and felt confident that she could take care of everything that needed to be done. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel and Celia, along with their husbands, had come and gone already. They’d been there since early morning, but because Delilah now realized that they were in fact Mick’s family, she enjoyed the attention they lavished on him. He treated both women with an avuncular ease, not with the heated awareness he’d shown her. Unfortunately, Josh had shown up, too, at the crack of dawn. She’d been asleep when he’d arrived, and was forced to awaken to his scowling face. He’d seemed suspicious of her overnight stay, as if he thought she might have molested Mick in his sleep. Stupid man. Though Josh was uncommonly handsome, and could be witty when he chose to be, she wasn’t at all certain she liked him. Whenever he looked at her, his demeanor plainly said he found her lacking. He distrusted her interest in Mick, and showed confusion at Mick’s interest in her. Nevertheless, she did appreciate his friendship with Mick. Willingly, he’d brought Mick clothes to wear home, then insisted she leave the room while he

helped Mick dress. She would have stubbornly refused—shewanted to help him dress!—except Mick had wanted her to leave, too. Delilah had already washed her face and brushed her hair and teeth while his family visited. They’d shown up just as Josh was leaving, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of poignant sadness, seeing how loved he was. He had a good family, loyal friends, and she envied him that. Hoping to make a better impression on them today than she had yesterday, she’d applied a little makeup and exchanged her slept-in T-shirt for a dark-rose tank top. Though the hospital was cool, out the window she could already see heat rising off the blacktop in the parking lot. Now that they were alone again, Mick paced around the room, waiting for an orderly to bring a wheelchair. To Del’s discerning eye, he looked ruggedly handsome with his morning whiskers and tired eyes. He also looked a little shaky. She wanted to coddle him, but she’d already figured out that he wasn’t a man used to relying on others. “Does your family live close?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He glanced up at her, clearly distracted. With his arm in a sling and his eyes narrowed, he looked like a wounded pirate. “A couple hours away. They’ll be back over the weekend, I’m sure.” His dark gaze sharpened. “Will that be a problem?” “To have them visit? Of course not. For as long as you stay with me, I want you to be completely comfortable. It’ll be your home, too.” He looked undecided, as if there was more he wanted to say, then he just shook his head. “We need to come to a few understandings.” “Oh?” Seeing Mick flat on his back in bed was one thing. Him standing straight and tall—all six feet three inches of him, moving around the room with flexing muscle and barely leashed impatience—was another. He was an intimidating sight. An arousing sight. “I want a few promises from you.” He stalked toward her, as if ready to pounce, and she felt her heart tripping. She was a tall woman, meeting many men eye-to-eye. Not so with Mick. He looked down at her, his dark eyes drawing her in, and without thought Del went on tiptoe and touched her mouth to his. He froze for a beat, then slanted his head to better fit their mouths together, and caught her with his good arm at the same time. He carefully gathered her close, his large hand sliding up her back to her nape and holding her immobile. Del was acutely aware of his arm in the sling between their bodies. Her breast brushed against the stiff cotton restraint and she shuddered, trying to keep space between them so she wouldn’t inadvertently hurt him. “Relax,” he whispered, and then his hand left her neck to coast down her spine, down and down until he was squeezing her bottom, cuddling, drawing her up and in until her pelvis nudged his groin. He made a rough sound of pleasure. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del pulled her mouth away and rested her forehead on his chest. “This is incredible,” she groaned. “I know.” He kissed her temple and asked, “How many bedrooms do you have?” Her nerve endings jumped with excitement. “I have two, but I was thinking we’d—” The orderly pushed into the room with the wheelchair and gave them a cheery greeting. Del felt heat flood her face, more so when Mick gave her a scorching look of understanding. He started to pick up the small bag of items he had to take home, but Del rushed to beat him to it. “You just sit,” she said, trying to regain some composure, “and I’ll get this.” Mick kept her so flustered, she could barely think, and she almost left her laptop behind. Without preamble, the orderly plopped nearly everything into Mick’s lap and started out the door. Del hustled after them.

“It’s stupid to ride in a wheelchair when I’m perfectly capable of walking.” “And smooching,” the orderly said in agreement, even more cheerful now that he knew what he’d interrupted. “But it’s hospital policy.” Mick stayed silent until they got into the car and were on their way. He seemed inordinately alert, watching everything and everyone, and he soon had Del on edge. “Do all PIs act like you?” Mick didn’t bother to glance her way when he said, “Yeah.” Are you going to do this the whole time you’re with me?“ Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Again, he said, “Yeah.” But then he turned to face her. “You were shot at, Delilah. I wish I could blow it off as bad luck on your part—being in the wrong place at the wrong time—but I can’t. Not yet. Not until the police have a chance to talk to the guy I shot, and that can’t happen until he comes to.” She bit her lip. “Do you think he’ll die?” “I doubt it.” He turned to look back out the window, hiding his expression from her, but she heard the contempt in his tone when he added, “But don’t feel bad if he does.” “I wouldn’t. I mean, I don’t. He could have killed someone.” “That’s about it.” Given his surly tone, she decided a change of topic was in order. They stopped at a light and she looked Mick over. His hair was thick and shiny and a little too long. The whiskers on his face, combined with the tiredness of his eyes, made her heart swell. Today he wore the softest, most well-worn jeans she’d ever seen on a man. They hugged his thick thighs and his heavy groin and his lean hips and tight buttocks. Her pulse leaped at the thought of that gorgeous body beneath the clothes. Tonight, she’d get to see all of him. She’d make sure of it. She was so wrapped up in those thoughts, she almost missed the light turning green. She eased the car forward, while her thoughts stayed attuned to Mick. The shirt Josh had brought him was snowy-white cotton, buttoned down the front, and looked just as soft as the jeans. The thick bandage on his shoulder could be seen beneath, as could the heavy muscles of his chest, his biceps. “The doctor says you can shower,” she told him with a croak in her voice. “But he doesn’t want you to soak.” “Right now, a shower will feel like heaven.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Will you need anything in particular? I could run by your place after I drop you off and pick you up anything you need.” “Josh grabbed me a change of socks and boxers. Angel’s taking care of the rest later today. For now, whatever soap and shampoo you have will work.” He glanced at her, smiling just a bit. “Do you use scented stuff?” “No.” His eyes went almost black. “Good. I love the way you smell. I’m glad it’s you and not from a bottle.” Del tightened her hands on the wheel. Boy, much more of that and she wouldn’t make it home. Luckily, he stayed silent for the rest of the ride, and Del didn’t bother trying to draw him out again. Her heart couldn’t take his idea of casual conversation. She pulled up to the garage in front of her building. She had to pay extra to park her car there, but she knew if she left it on the street, it’d likely get stripped. She said as much to Mick as she turned off the ignition. “Yeah, I know. I told you I own that building next door, right?” Del rushed around to his door to help him—and got a disgruntled frown for her efforts. He was sud-denly in an oddly defensive mood, and she didn’t understand him.

“You told me. I wasn’t sure if you meant the building to the left or the right.” He grunted. The building to the left was a shambles. His building was nicely maintained. “Alec used to rent from me, before he married Celia. The agency where he works is located between here and where he lives now.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del cocked a brow. “If he doesn’t liveherenow, why did he follow us?” Mick jerked around. Wary, he asked, “What are you talking about?” She rolled her eyes. “Your friend is pretty hard to miss, looking like Satan and all. I saw him a few cars behind us. I suppose this is more of your protection?” Tilting his head back, Mick stared at the heavens. “Something like that.” When he looked at her, she could almost feel his resolve. “I don’t have a gun right now. The cops confiscated it as evidence.” Del gasped. “They’re not going to accuse you of anything, are they?” “No, it’s routine to take any weapon used in a shooting. I’ll get another one before the day is out, but until then, I wanted someone armed to keep an eye on things.” Fascinating. He spoke about guns with the same disregard that she gave to groceries. “This is all really extreme, you know.” “It’s all really necessary, as far as I’m concerned.” Then he added, “Trust me, honey. This is what I do, and I’m not willing to take any chances with you.” That sounded nice, as if he might be starting to like her. But maybe, Del thought, all private detectives were as cautious as Mick. She had no comparisons to go by; she’d never known a PI before. Shrugging, she decided not to fight what she couldn’t change, and hefted out her laptop. She put the leather strap of the carrying case over her shoulder along with her tote, and then reached inside for his bag. Mick caught her shoulder with his left hand. “Something we need to clear up.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del peeked up at him. He looked too serious, almost grim. Getting to know this man, with all the twists and turns of his personality, would be exhilarating. “Yes?” He relieved her of his bag, then her laptop, holding both casually in his left hand as if they weighed no more than a feather pillow. “I’m not an invalid.” Her temper sparked. “No, of course not. But you are wounded and you’re not supposed to strain yourself.” Without warning, he leaned down and gave her a loud, smacking kiss. His expression was amused and chagrined and determined. “It doesn’t strain me, I promise.” “But you can only use the one arm.” Slow and wicked, his grin spread. “I can do a lot,” he whispered in a rough drawl, “with one arm.” Her stomach curled at the way he said that and what she knew he inferred. She cleared her throat. “I see.” “Good. Now lead the way.” She didn’t want to. She wanted to insist that he let her help him. He’d done enough already, more than enough. Too much. The man had a bullet in him, thanks to her. She turned and marched toward the front stairs. The entry door was old and heavy, and she hurried to open it, anxious to get Mick settled inside. Together they climbed the steep stairs to the upper landing, where she used her key on both of the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

locks for her apartment door, one of them a dead bolt. Being a runner, she made the climb with ease, breathing as normally as ever when she reached the top. She half expected Mick, with his injuries and his load, to huff at least a bit, but he didn’t. He did, however, keep a vigilant watch. “I’m relieved to see the landlord keeps the place secure. Not

all the buildings in this area are safe.” Del looked at him over her shoulder as she reached inside and flipped a wall switch. She didn’t tell him that she’d had the dead bolt installed recently. The front door opened directly into her living room, and one switch turned on both end-table lamps. She said only, “I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t endanger myself.” She tossed her tote onto the oversize leather sofa to her right and reached for her laptop. Mick, who’d been looking around, taking in her modest apartment, held it out of reach, lifting it over his head as if he didn’t have a bullet in his other arm, as if the pain wasn’t plain on his face. His strength amazed her. “Where do you want it?” Sighing, Del pointed to her desk in the corner, where a half wall separated her kitchen area from the rest of the room. Her desk was the only modern, truly functional piece of furniture she had. A computer occupied the center of the tiered piece, with a fax machine, a printer and a copier close at hand. There were file folders and papers stacked everywhere, notes, magazines, interviews she hadn’t yet put into the file cabinet behind the desk. Reference books littered the floor. Mick lifted a brow and boldly glanced at her papers as he set the laptop down. His curiosity would have to be appeased another time, Del decided. She took his arm and steered him toward the narrow hallway on the opposite side of the room. “The bathroom is this way. You can shower while I change the sheets. Are you hungry?” He’d never admit it, she knew, but he looked ready to drop, pain tightening his mouth and darkening his eyes. Twice she’d seen him rub at his temples when he didn’t know she was looking. The doctor had told her that he was as likely to have headaches from his fall as pain from his wound. Del had a hunch the two were combining against him. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“After you finish,” she said gently, but with as much authority as she could summon, “you’ll need to take your medicine.” Mick stopped in the bathroom doorway and caught her chin with his hand. His gaze burned, touching on her mouth, her throat, her breasts. “After I finish,” he said, his fingertips tenderly caressing her skin, “I intend to see about you.” Her knees almost went weak. “Me?” It was a dumb question; she knew exactly what he meant. Nodding slowly, he said, “All that teasing you’ve been doing, all that talk about starting an affair, and your bold touching. I’m beyond ready.” She really did need to learn a little discretion, she thought, now wishing she hadn’t told him all her intentions. But she was used to going after what she wanted, and he’d been irresistible, a man unlike any she’d ever known. Everything about him turned her on, from the protectiveness she’d never received before, to his strength and intensity, to his rough velvet voice and drool-worthy bod. The man was sexy emotionally and physically, and she wanted him. She caught his wrist and kissed his palm. “Mick, you need to rest. There’ll be plenty of time for…” He carried her hand to the thick erection testing the worn material of his jeans. Her heart dropped to her stomach, then shot into her throat. “You think,” he whispered roughly, his eyes closing at the feel of her hand on him, “that I can rest with that? The answer is no.” Her palm tingled and of their own accord her fingers began to curl around him. He lifted her hand

away, leaned down and kissed her. “I just need fifteen minutes to shower and shave.” Carrying his bag into the room with him, he turned and closed the door, leaving Del standing there with her lips parted and her eyes glazed and her muscles quivering. She sucked in a breath and let her head drop forward to the door, bracing herself there until she stopped trembling. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His effect on her was startling, almost too much to bear. She’d given up on men as too much trouble, with not enough payoff. But with a mere look, Mick could make her hot, and when he touched her, or she touched him, the need was overwhelming. She heard the shower start and realized she hadn’t reminded him to be careful. She leaned close and said loudly, “Don’t soak your shoulder! The doctor said that was a no-no.” Just as loudly, he retorted, “I was there, Delilah, remember?” And then she heard the rustling of the shower curtain and knew he was naked, knew he was wet… She turned and hurried away. When he’d answered her, he’d sounded distinctly irritable. Well, hell. Heaven knew, he was likely to be doubly so when he found out she had no intention of making love with him today. It would be too much for him, and there was a good chance he’d injure his shoulder anew. No, she couldn’t let him do that. She also couldn’t let him go unsatisfied. She closed her eyes, feeling wicked and sinful and anxious. There was only one thing to do. Granted,shewas likely to end up the frustrated one, but that was a small price to pay to a man who’d played her hero, a man who’d saved her life. And she had no doubt he’d make it up to her later. She may not have known him long, but she knew that much about him already. The man wanted her—more than any man ever had. It was a heady feeling. She liked it. She especially liked him. MICK FOUND her in the kitchen, staring into her refrigerator as if pondering what to fix. A glass of iced tea sat on the counter. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He shook his head, not yet announcing himself. Foolish woman. How could she possibly think he’d want food when she stood there looking more than edible? Oh yeah, he wanted to eat her up. And he would, slowly and with great relish. “Delilah.” She whirled around, first appearing guilty, then abashed when she saw his naked chest. He’d done no more than pull on snug cotton boxers; he had no need of the sling right now, though he kept his right arm slightly elevated to relieve his shoulder of pressure. The bandages there were made to withstand showers and would dry soon. Any clothes he would have put on would just be coming off again, so he hadn’t bothered with them, either. By look and deed she’d made her willingness, her own desire, clear. It didn’t matter that he hardly knew her, not when everything about her felt so right. He braced his feet apart and let her look her fill. Her eyes widened and then traveled the length of him. Twice. She touched her throat. “If I looked as good as you, I’d have skipped the boxers.” Though he appreciated the sentiment, Mick was too far gone with lust to manage a grin. “Want me to take them off?” She shook her head and said, “Yes. But not yet. If you were naked now, I’d forget you’re hurt and do something I’d regret.”

“Like what?” She continued to stand there, her gaze returning again and again to his straining hard-on, which the snug cotton boxers did nothing to hide. “Like throwing you down on the floor and having my way with you.” He did grin this time. “The bed is right around the corner. Why don’t we go there now?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Just that easily, he saw her resolve form, harden. He may have only known her a day, but he already knew that look. “You need to take your medicine. Good as you look, I can see that you hurt.” The pain in his shoulder and head were nothing, certainly not enough to make him want to wait another day to have her. “I’ll take a pill after I’ve sated myself with you.” Her gaze locked on his. “Oh boy, you don’t pull any punches, do you?” “From what I remember last night in the hospital, neither do you.” And to encourage her, he added, “But I like it when you speak your mind.” She nodded. “Okay, yes, I want you to sate yourself with me. I want to sate myself with you, too.” Her expression was one of worry, regret. “But I figure that’d probably take me hours, maybe even days, so we should maybe put it off until you’re not likely to die on me.” Damn, her brazen words mixed with the sweetness of her expression and the obvious worry she felt for him was an aphrodisiac that fired his blood. She was a mix of contradictions, always unique, sometimes pushy and too stubborn. Mick took two long steps toward her, ignored the continual throbbing in his shoulder and head, and gathered her close. He wasn’t prepared for her stiffened arms, which carefully pushed him back again. Shakily, she said, “We have to make a deal.” The need stalled, replaced by innate suspicion. What possible deal could she need to make at this moment? Thoughts flew through his head as he remembered numerous deals offered to him by prostitutes, drug dealers, gamblers, people from his youth and the people he now came into contact with every day of his life. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He also thought about the robbery, about her uncommon interest in the jewelry store, her interest in him, her willingness to bring a near stranger into her home and have sex with him. By nature, he was overly cautious. From his upbringing, and then working undercover, he’d become suspicious of almost everyone and everything. Because of his background, he often doubted the sincerity of women in general. Dropping his hands so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt her with his anger, Mick growled, “What kind of deal?” She blinked, confused by his temper. Carefully, her words no more than a whisper of sound, she explained, “I can’t stand seeing you in pain. I want you to take your medicine first, then we’ll go to bed.” Mick made sure no reaction showed on his face, but once again she’d managed to take him off guard. Her deal was for him, not for her. “The medicine makes me too groggy.” “Not for fifteen minutes or more. I’ve watched you after you take it. It doesn’t kick in right away, and you only go to sleep when you let yourself.” Still not touching her, he said, “What I have in mind will take more than fifteen minutes.” She inhaled sharply at his words, then touched him, her hand opening on his chest, her fingers splayed, sifting through his body hair. The reflexive clench of his muscles brought a sharp ache to his temples, his shoulder.

“You’re welcome to stay here until you’re completely recovered,” she said, still stroking him with what seemed like acute awe, probably attempting to soothe him, when in fact each glide of her delicate fingers over his muscles wound him that much tighter. “There’ll be plenty of time for both of us to indulge ourselves.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He didn’t answer right away, trying to figure her out in the middle of an intense arousal that kept rational thought just out of reach. “Please,” she added, both hands now sliding up to his shoulders. One edged the bandage that came over his shoulder from the back. “I won’t be able to enjoy myself for fear of hurting you.” He didn’t want that. He fully intended for her to experience more than mere enjoyment. He wanted her ripe with pleasure, numb with it. He wanted to give her the kind of explosive release she’d have only with him. Yet, she was right. In his present condition, it wasn’t likely to happen. With her insistence, she was probably helping him to save face. Mick brought her close and said against her hair, “I’m sorry. I’m not used to wanting a woman quite this much.” He wasn’t used to wanting totrusta woman, either. But he wanted to trust Delilah. He wanted to involve himself with every aspect of her life. He needed to tie her to him in some way. Nodding, she said, “I know the feeling. You blow my socks off.” He tilted her back so he could see her face. Her honesty humbled him, and pleased him. “We haven’t discussed it,” he said, thinking now was as good a time as any, “but I want you to know the nurse was right, I come with a clean bill of health—in all ways. Not only have I always been discriminating, but I’m very cautious, too.” That brought a beautiful smile to her face. “Same here. I can’t claim to have been a recluse, but I haven’t met many men that I wanted to get involved with. Not like this, not enough to let them interrupt my life. And men take exception to that. They don’t like to be neatly compartmentalized.” “Is that right?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She nodded. “You may not have noticed, but I get really wrapped up in my work, and most of the time I’m not even aware of men around me. At least, not for long.” Mick grinned. “I noticed. At first I wondered if maybe you were a lesbian.”. Her mouth opened, then closed. She frowned at him, her pale blue eyes burning bright. “I’m not.” His grin widened. “I noticed that, too.” Still scowling, she said, “Not that there’s anything wrong with—” “Of course not. But I have to tell you how glad I am that you’re interested in men.” “I’m interested inyou.” He appreciated her clarification. “Which means I’m one lucky bastard.” She snorted. “If you were so lucky, you wouldn’t have gotten shot.” She turned and grabbed up the pills. “Take these.” He downed them in one gulp, washing the bitter taste away with sweetened tea. “Are you hungry? You really didn’t eat that much yesterday, and you hardly touched your breakfast.” He’d been too caught up in his thoughts, in mentally organizing all the things that had to be done that day, to concern himself with breakfast. And the truth was, he felt hollow down to his toes. He could probably eat two meals, but not yet. “No. I just want you. And now that I’ve swallowed the damn pills, time’s wasting.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her eyes warmed, the vivid blue darkening. She took his hand and turned to lead him down the hall. Without looking at him, she said, “Let me see if I can help you to sleep soundly for a few hours.” It took a great deal of resolve not to turn her against the wall and enter her right there, standing up, without the benefit of a soft mattress. At twenty-six, he’d known lust, but he’d never known anything like this, an all-encompassing need to devour a particular woman. Her bedroom was small, holding a bed that would barely accommodate his size. The beige spread was tossed half off the bottom of the mattress, pooling on the floor and showing matching beige sheets. Across from it sat a triple dresser with a mirror, the top cluttered with papers and candles and receipts. A wooden rocker sat in front of one window. The other window held an air conditioner, softly humming on low, keeping the room pleasantly cool. Over the bed a ceiling fan slowly whirled, barely stirring the air but making the room comfortable. The building didn’t have central air, of course. None of the buildings on her street did. Some of them didn’t have heat, either. Thankfully, Delilah’s apartment building was kept up, just as Mick kept up his building next door. And she wasn’t on the first floor, so she could open her windows without fear of intruders. Her bedroom wasn’t what you’d call neat, not with laundry piled on the chair and shoes tossed haphazardly over her closet floor, but it was orderly. He had the distinct impression Delilah could walk into this room and find anything she needed without effort. She went straight to the bed and propped up the pillows. “Sit here.” Bemused, Mick allowed her to take control. She always seemed less reserved when she was the aggressor, as if taking control gave her more confidence. He wanted her without inhibitions, so he gladly let her lead. He settled himself, easing his injured shoulder back against the headboard. Delilah stood in front of him and unsnapped her jeans. The sound of her zipper sliding down nearly stopped his heart. Transfixed, he watched her disrobing in front of him. There was no false modesty, no timidity, but no real brazenness, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

either. She revealed her body with a no-nonsense acceptance that touched his heart; she wouldn’t flaunt, but neither would she cower. Mick tightened his fists in the bottom sheet and held himself still. He’d been half-afraid he was rushing her, moving too fast. But judging by her willingness now, she was finally as ready as him. But then, he’d been ready from the first moment he saw her. CHAPTER FIVE Contents-Prev|Next Delilah’s jeans dropped, and she smiled at him as she stepped away from them, using one foot to nudge them aside. “I’m not as perfect as you,” she stated, again with that simple acceptance of her own perceptions, “but somehow I have a feeling that won’t bother you.” Oh, he was plenty bothered, on the point of going insane. Her comments weren’t geared toward gaining compliments, but he could only give her the truth. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Her mouth twitched and then she laughed. “Yeah, right. With small boobs and a straight waist and gangly limbs?” He wanted to correct her, to point out everything he found enticing, yet when she caught the hem of her tank top and tugged it over her head, he went mute. His heart struck his rib, cage, his breath caught. The bra she wore had no shoulder straps, and the cups only half covered her. When she flipped her hair

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He swallowed hard. “This is insane. Come here.” “In a minute. Don’t you want me naked?” she teased. “God, yes.” He shifted his legs. He was uncomfortable, drawn tight, ready to come from just the sight of her. “I want to touch you, too.”And taste you and bury myself deep. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and let it drop. Her breasts were round and firm, with small, tightly puckered nipples now darkened with desire. She left her miniscule panties on and walked toward him, her gait long and sure and purposeful. Without reserve, she climbed into the bed and straddled his lap. Mick groaned as her rounded bottom nestled on his thighs and her breasts came even with his face. He reached for her. “Shh,” she said, catching his right arm and holding it still. “Let me. You just sit back and relax.” Blood rushed through his head. He gritted his teeth and nodded. He didn’t tell her that relaxing was out of the question. “Tell me what you want.” As she spoke, she looked at him and touched him, and his vision narrowed to only her. “I want to taste you.” Her eyes smoldered, encouraging him even as her hands attempted to ease him. It was a wasted effort. Each soft stroke of her hands—over his chest, his uninjured shoulder, his waist, his throat—inflamed him. He saw the pulse fluttering in her throat when she asked huskily, “Where?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Everywhere, but for now, I want your nipples.” Her thighs tightened around his, giving her away. She wasn’t nearly as detached or in control as she pretended. He didn’t quite understand her forceful determination, but he knew at least part of it was inspired by reciprocal lust. She drew a shaky breath and slowly, so slowly the anticipation damn near killed him, she leaned forward. Mick struggled to stay calm. He couldn’t stop himself from bending his knees, forcing her farther forward, couldn’t stop the flexing of his cock against her tantalizing ass. But he made certain to gently kiss the rounded softness of her breasts, to nuzzle against her until she moaned. He teased her, licking close to her nipple but not quite letting his tongue touch it. She twisted, attempting to hurry him, but Mick held himself in check. She needed to catch up to him— if that was possible. With a rough, impatient sound, she finally murmured, “Mick, please…” He placed a wet, soft kiss directly over her nipple, briefly drawing her into the heat of his mouth with a gentle suction, and then releasing her. It wasn’t easy, considering he wanted to feast on her. She moved against him, one small jerk on his thighs before she stopped, herself. Panting, she said, “I like that.” “I thought you would.” He did it again, then again and again until she gasped for breath, until her hands settled in his hair and her nipples were tight wet peaks. Likely with more force than she realized, she brought his mouth to her breast, saying without words that she now needed more. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

And he suckled her, strong and deep and long. The combined sensations rocked him: the taste and feel of her on his tongue as his mouth tugged at her, the heat of her sex pressing insistently against his abdomen, her scent and softness and her unique

determination. The physical bombardment on his senses was enough, leaving him confused and wild with need. But the emotional storm also overwhelmed him. He wanted to consume her savagely, brand her as his own, hear her cries and feel the bite of her nails. And he wanted to hold her gently to his heart, to let her feel protected and know that he’d take care of her. Basic, elemental instincts rolled through him in a way he’d never felt before. As he continued to tongue and suck, her back arched and she released a ragged moan. Then she moved against his thighs, a riding motion that rubbed the damp silk of her panties along the length of his shaft. He replaced his mouth with his fingers and said harshly, “Kiss me, Delilah.” She did, stealing his breath as her tongue licked in to tease his. As wild and out of control as he felt, she was more so. “Let’s get these panties off you,” he murmured, knowing he couldn’t last much longer. She pulled away, trembling, gasping for breath. Her head dropped forward. After a moment, she dipped down and kissed his throat, her mouth open and hot and wet. Mick wanted to protest, but he loved the feel of her mouth on him. The pills had muddled his mind some and it took more effort than he could dredge up to stop her as she sank lower, biting at his chest, hotly licking his own nipples, tasting and teasing him. His arm hurt like a son of a bitch and his head continued to throb dully, but raging lust and crushing need Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

overrode it all. Using his good arm, he tangled his fingers in her silky hair, letting it slide over his chest and then his abdomen as she moved lower and lower down the length of his body. When her tongue dipped into his navel, he nearly shouted with the pleasure of it. “God, Delilah,” he managed to rasp, “baby, you have to stop.” She ignored him. Her hand crept up his tensed thigh, higher and higher until she cuddled his testicles for a brief, heart-stopping moment before grasping his erection and slowly stroking. He stiffened, all sensation, hot and thick, rushing into his groin. Her mouth, still gentle but hungry, kissed him through the cotton boxers, and the pleasure-pain was so excruciating it blocked everything else. He cursed, feeling himself sinking, out of control. He had to stop her, but he didn’t want to. He wanted her to— As if she’d read his mind, she eased the boxers down. “No,” Mick protested with a long groan, knowing he sounded less than convincing. The damn pills had melted away his determination, made him forget all his plans. He could only focus on Delilah, on what she did, how she touched him. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she breathed. He opened his eyes, needing to watch. The look on her face mirrored his own emotions of fire, need, possession. She watched her hand driving him to distraction, her grip firm, her thumb curling over the end of his erection with each long stroke, pushing him closer and closer… Mick felt a surge of release and desperately fought it off, but she saw the drop of fluid at the head of his

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tentatively, as he’d expected, but sliding wetly down the length of him, taking all of him in, sucking. Maybe if he hadn’t taken the damn pills, maybe if it had been any woman other than her, he could have controlled himself. But from the moment he’d seen her he’d wanted her, and he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop himself from coming. His fingers knotted in her hair and he held her head to him, not that it was necessary because she didn’t pull away. She drew him deeper and made a low sound of pleasure that he felt in his soul. He tightened, surged, and experienced the strongest release of his entire life. He growled with the force of it, his body taut, arching, his mind going blank. His only realization in that turbulent moment of rioting sensation was that no other man would ever touch her; she was his, and he intended to keep her. didn’t sleep long this time, probably no more than an hour, but he awoke half-frozen. The air con-ditioner, on the highest setting, hummed loudly, and the ceiling fan whirled overhead. He felt his hair blowing, felt his skin prickle with goose bumps. He’d passed out just as she’d left him, half propped against the headboard, his legs now limp, his shoulder cushioned by a soft pillow. At least she’d pulled the spread up to his waist, he thought, a bit disgruntled. He felt like an idiot as he looked around and realized the room was empty. He cursed. Then cursed again when he pushed the spread away and became racked with chills. It was like sleeping on the wing of an airplane, for crying out loud! He swung his legs to the floor, stood—and nearly fell. Weakness had invaded every muscle. The pain pills had no effect on his aches, not after that mind-grinding orgasm, where every muscle in his body, clear down to the soles of his feet, had knotted in pulsating pleasure. She’d wrung him out—no doubt that had been her intent. He grunted, unable to believe what she’d done, and unwilling to accept that after she’d done it, he’d had the gall to fall asleep. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

If the room hadn’t felt like a meat locker, he’d probably have been hot with embarrassment. He glanced down at his boxers, still around his thighs, and shook his head. It was too much, far too much. He straightened his underwear, whipped the spread off the bed and around his shoulders to ward off the cold, then went to the window to turn the unit down. The air conditioner sputtered and died with a sigh. Forcing himself forward on shaky limbs, Mick left the bedroom. The apartment was quiet, other than the rattling of pans in the kitchen area. On his way down the hall, he decided to take the offense. Delilah knew he’d wanted to make love to her, but she’d taken the choice away from him.Howshe’d taken it away had been beyond incredible, but still, she needed to know that he wouldn’t be so easily manipulated. Not ever again. He was appalled that he’d proved so easy this time. But then, maybe that’s why she’d given him the pills, to weaken his resolve. He’d be sure to ask her that. When he reached the arched kitchen doorway, she had her back to him, stirring a pan of something on the stove. Whatever she was cooking smelled good, as did the coffee in the coffeemaker. She’d pulled her tank top back on, but not her jeans, and the sight of her bottom in the silky panties did a lot to

obliterate his other concerns. Before he got distracted, he asked, “Did you talk me into the pain pills so you could keep us from having sex?” She yelped, dropped her stirring spoon and jerked around to face him. Their gazes locked. The sight of her face made his mind go blank, his heart trip.She’d been crying. “Delilah?” he asked around a sudden lump of emotion. Damn, that bothered him. He didn’t get lumps of emotion. In his job, he saw the worst life had to offer and he handled it dispassionately, with a distance Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

that could be applauded. Always, from the time he’d been a young boy, he’d kept his emotions in check. But God, she looked like hell with her eyes swollen and wet, her cheeks blotchy, her nose red. Seeing her made his heart thump. She bit her bottom lip and turned to the stove again. He heard her sniff. “Yes.” Mick shook his head. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her. Yet she’d turned her back on him. “Yes what?” “Yes, I gave you the pills so you wouldn’t complain when I… eased you. It was the only thing I could think of. I didn’t want you to strain yourself, and the doctor said it was too soon for you to have sex.” Talking with Delilah was like wading through syrup. He kept getting stuck, but damn, it was sweet. He cleared his throat, forcing the emotion away so he could think and react clearly. He slowly approached her and stood at her back, close enough to breathe in her sexy scent and see the enormous pot of spaghetti sauce she stirred. “You spoke with the doctor about us having sex?” Her initiative amazed him—and aroused him. “Yes. Right after I bought the condoms.” Mick paused.Bought the condoms? Before he could ask, she said, “I snuck them into the bedroom, in the nightstand drawer, just in case you didn’t go to sleep after you came.” She spoke as bluntly as any man, but then, she’d done that from the first, speaking her mind with candor. Unlike other women he knew, she didn’t measure her words. She was so female she made him crazy, yet she didn’t always act female. Damn if that didn’t arouse him, too. Hell, everything she did aroused him. Just moments before he’d thought himself fully satisfied, but now… “The hospital sells rubbers?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She glanced at him over her shoulder, and he watched one fat tear track down her cheek. “Yeah, of course they do. It’s a hospital, and they understand about unnecessary risks.” She’d managed to distract him, after all. Mick shook his head and wrapped one arm around her waist. Resting his chin on top of her head, he asked, “Why are you crying, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?” “Of course not.” She leaned into him, then pushed back with a frown. “You’re shivering.” Twisting, she put her hand to his forehead in a maternal gesture of concern. “Are you sick?” “Just cold.” He turned her back around and laced his hands over her middle. Her bottom pressed into his groin. “The room was like ice.” She nodded. “I figured you’d like it cold. Most men get warmer than women, right?” He had no idea, but he doubted any man would relish the igloo accommodations she’d provided him. She’d obviously had some sexual experience, and she was comfortable with her body, with her sexuality. But she was far from knowledgeable about the opposite sex. Mick shook his head at the added contradictions. “Why are you crying?” She shrugged and leaned back against him. “I’m just a little sad. I’m sorry you have to see me like this. I’m a terrible crier. Very ugly. The news just took me by surprise.”

“What news?” He rubbed his chin against her hair, spread his hand over her belly. He loved the feel of her, her softness, her sleekness. She was so feminine, but not in a frail way. “A guy I know died. I just read it in the paper.” Mick stiffened, caught between conflicting reactions. He wanted to comfort her from any upset, and he wanted to jealously demand information about the guy who’d made her cry. He must have been Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

important to her to bring on the tears. It shouldn’t have mattered. They’d only just officially met, and hadn’t officially consummated their relationship yet. But it did matter. A lot. “Who was he?” Mick asked, keeping her pressed into him by his hand on her belly. After a long, shuddering sigh, she put the spoon down and turned into his arms. Her face nuzzled into his chest and she whispered, “Just a guy who helped me with research.” He felt her wet cheek on his pec muscle and groaned. “I’m sorta known for my research methods, you know,” she continued. “They’ve become part of my publicity.” She leaned back to stare up at him earnestly, and in case he hadn’t understood, she clarified. “For my books, I mean.” “How is research a publicity stunt?” She lifted one shoulder. “People are amazed by the strangest things. But whenever I write about something in a book, I try to experience it first so that I get it right. When I can’t experience it, I try to talk to someone who has.“ “So what type of research did this guy help you with?” Mick hoped like hell it wasn’t a love scene. He could handle anything but that. Turning away, she reached for a napkin and mopped her eyes. Mick heard another loud sniff. “He was a small-time criminal. I had a scene in my book where a guy stole a car. I couldn’t really steal a car—” she glanced at him and added “—not without getting arrested, I’m sure.” “Better not to try it,” he agreed, smiling. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“That’s what I figured. So I hired this guy, and he took me through all the ins and outs of car theft. For a criminal he was a really nice guy.” Mick glanced at the coffeepot. “Mind if I have a cup?” “Oh, of course.” But she didn’t let him get it himself. “Sit down and I’ll pour it for you.” Since his knees were still shaking, Mick sat. More than most things, he hated being weak, and for now there was nothing he could do about it. He pulled out a chair at the black, wrought-iron parlor table and gratefully dropped into it. “Cream or sugar?” “Black, please.” She set the steaming mug in front of him. His first sip made his body hair stand on end, and he nearly spat it back out. His throat raw, he rasped, “Damn, that’s strong.” Delilah didn’t take his comment as a complaint. She smiled, looking adorable in her skimpy top and panties, her nose bright red. “I figured you being a man and all, you’d want it strong.” It was a wonder new hair hadn’t sprouted on his body. He coughed, and because he didn’t want to hurt her feelings, he said, “I think I’ll take the cream and sugar, after all.” She happily got them for him, then went back to the stove to check her sauce. To Mick, it looked like there was enough to feed an army. Hopefully, she didn’t expect him to eat it all—because he was a man. Making sure she didn’t notice all the sugar he dumped into his coffee, he asked, “So where did a nice woman like you meet a car thief?”

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“In prison.” The mouthful of coffee—still too bitter to enjoy— got spewed across the table. He continued to choke as Delilah grabbed up a dish towel and patted his back. “Mick! Are you all right?” He wheezed, trying to regain his breath enough to speak. With his eyes squeezed shut, he finally demanded, “What the hell were you doing in prison?” Tilting her head, she smiled. Given her swollen eyes and the tear tracks on her cheeks, it didn’t have the usual effect on his libido. “More research.” She chuckled. “You didn’t think I meant I’d been serving time, did you?” Actually, he had, but he wasn’t dumb enough to say so. Relief warred with confusion. “Of course not. But can you explain all this research for me?” She pulled out her own chair at the table. “Okay, but don’t let me forget the spaghetti sauce. Your friends are coming over for dinner and I want to impress them.” “Josh and Zack?” She snorted. “I meant your other friends, the ones you said were like family.” “Dane and Angel are staying for dinner?” He didn’t like putting her out, especially since she was so upset. “I invited them. Angel called and said she had your things, and wanted to know when it’d be a good Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

time to drop them off. I know she’s still worried about you, and she doesn’t exactly trust me, so I thought this would be a way to make her feel better.” Cautiously, Mick asked, “What makes you think Angel doesn’t trust you?” Del made a face. “I’m not dumb.” Mick let that go. He’d have to talk to Angel first to see what had been said. He knew Angel would never insult Delilah, but she was protective. “Why do you want to impress them?” “They’re like your family. I like you, so of course I want them to like me.” Mick almost told her it didn’t matter what anyone else thought, that he intended to make her a part of his life. But he’d never gotten so deeply involved with a woman, and to do so now, at Mach speed, was just plain foolish. He liked her, all her quirks and unique qualities. He liked her different way of viewing things and her outspokenness mixed with occasional glimpses of uncertainty. And God knew, the sexual chemistry between them was explosive. But most of her background was still a mystery to him. So he forced himself to be cautious, to go slow. He tucked a tendril of her silky hair behind her ear and asked, “Are you sure you’re up to a dinner party?” “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re the one who got shot.” “Youwere the target. And you’ve been crying.” She waved that away, ignoring his first comment and only responding to his second. “I’m overly emotional about the people I care for. There aren’t that many. Being a writer keeps me isolated, so I don’t get into the social swing of things often. Neddie became a friend as well as a teacher. We had a lot of fun hot-wiring my car.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

This time Mick just stared. She gave an impatient sigh and went on. “It’s true. We were alike in a lot of ways, reacting to our place in society. Neddie became a misguided criminal, just trying to fit in. I became

a writer.” “It’s hardly the same thing.” “Of course not. I just meant that we understood each other. Neddie was wrong, and he knew that. But he always said he never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve to be hurt. Anything he did, he did among other criminals, including stealing cars. And from what he told me, I believe him.” “Criminals always have excuses, Delilah.” “Well, he was a nice criminal, okay? And very patient We took my car to a deserted lot and practiced on it for hours. Once I got the hang of it, Neddie timed me.” Mick’s left hand, resting on the tabletop, curled into a fist. “You went to a deserted lot with a convict?” “Can you imagine how the cops might have reacted if they’d seen me hot-wiring a car around here?” She needed a keeper.She needed him. He drew a calming breath, something he found himself doing often around her. “Back up and tell me what you were doing in prison.” “I had a character in a book who had spent a good portion of his life in prison. I couldn’t very well write that without knowing what the inside of a prison was really like.” “Ever heard of research books?” he asked dryly. She laughed. Though he knew her humor was aimed at him, he was glad to see her mood lightening. “I use research books when I have to. But I think it’s always better to get firsthand, in-person information whenever I can.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You said that’s part of your promotion?” “Yep. It didn’t start out that way. But then this one reporter got wind of it when my last book hit the New York Timesbestseller list. She interviewed me and asked me all kinds of questions about my research, and since then the media is real accommodating. They always make a fuss about my way of researching.” His head throbbed. “Media?” “Yeah. Silly, huh?” His tongue felt on fire as he sputtered, “You’re a celebrity.” Delilah wrinkled her nose and with a note of dismissal said, “To some people, I guess.” “You do this often?” She shrugged. “Often enough. I was on a talk show once, and not too long ago I got featured on the news.” “The news?” “About my newest book, and my research for it. It was fun.” In that moment, a thousand questions went through his mind. What the hell was a celebrity doing living in this neighborhood? How much money could she possibly make and what other types of research had she done? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Could any of that have to do with the incident at the jewelry store? Before he could start on his interrogation, and that’s what it would have been because he fully intended to get a lot of answers, she said, “We better get a move on. Everyone will be showing up in about half an hour. I still need to shower and change and make the bed and boil the spaghetti and fix a salad—” Mick caught her hand as she rose. He tugged her between his legs. “I can help.” This time her laughter had the desired effect. He got hard as a stone. “Mick,” she said playfully, and cupped his neck in both hands. “I think I can handle a shower on my own.” Damn, that brought an irresistible image to his mind. Delilah naked and wet, water streaming down her body, over her belly and between her thighs… He released her hand and curled his arm around her waist, keeping her close when she tried to

impa-tiently edge away. “I meant,” he said, his voice now hoarse, “that I can handle spaghetti or a salad.” “No,” she said in that unrelenting tone he already recognized. Delilah was used to making all the decisions, and used to holding her ground. He’d have to work on that flaw. She leaned down and quickly kissed him. “Not one-armed, you can’t, and the doc specifically said you shouldn’t use your right arm.” Mick was ready to explain a few things to her, but she added, her voice sweet and cajoling, “Please, Mick. Just let me take care of you, okay?” He opened his hand on the small of her back, then slipped it down her spine to her bottom. He filled his palm with one firm cheek. “All right,” he agreed. “But on one condition.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her eyes narrowed. “What?” “Tonight, after everyone is gone…” He let his fingers drift lower, pressing in to touch the heat of her, pleased with her gasp and small moan. “Tonight you’ll let me show you exactly what 1 can do with one good arm.” Breathless, she said, “Sex is—” “I know, not on the agenda.” His fingers caressed her. “But I can return your favor of today.” Her lips parted, her eyes glittered and her cheeks looked warm. Several heartbeats went by, then she whispered, “Yes, okay.” Mick felt like a conquering warrior now that she’d given in to him at least a little. He grinned and smacked her butt. “I’m glad you can see reason. Now go get your shower. I’ll pull on my jeans and park myself in front of the TV.” “And you won’t lift a finger?” He stood, kissed her forehead and replied, “Not until tonight.” With a comical look on her face, she turned the sauce down to warm and left the room. Mick flexed his aching shoulder, winced and decided to make a fresh pot of coffee while Delilah was otherwise occupied. He could only imagine Dane’s expression if he took a gulp of that thick, bitter brew. It would probably prove amusing, but then Mick would have to drink it, too, which would negate all the fun. So far, her coffee, her air-conditioning and her lack of discretion in dangerous situations were the only things he had trouble with. Those things aside, Delilah Piper was one hell of a woman. With each passing minute, he fell a little harder. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CHAPTER SIX Contents-Prev|Next It turned out to be a hectic evening, and Delilah was glad to see it winding down. Not only had Dane and Angel come to dinner, but Alec and Celia had called, and she’d invited them along. She figured she might as well get the family gathering over with. She was used to people not understanding her, to assumptions that her preoccupation with her stories was sheer daydreaming, motivated by lack of intelligence or attention. She wasn’t used to caring, to going out of her way to be accepted, and she’d felt on edge. Added to that was her urge to write. She had a deadline looming, and her mind kept wandering to her story. Then Zack had dropped in with his four-year-old daughter, Dani. She was about the cutest thing Delilah had ever seen, and strangely enough, writing took second place to other thoughts. Dani had blue eyes like her father’s, but her hair was blond and curly, and she had dimples when she smiled. It took only a moment for Del to see that the little girl adored Mick. With her father’s admonition to be careful of Mick’s injury, she’d rushed to him, climbed into his lap and kissed his cheek as if he were a

favorite uncle. Then she’d given him three more kisses to make him all better.“ Mick had claimed to feel much improved on the spot, which prompted Dani into giggles. Something about seeing Mick with a little girl in his arms made Del’s heart swell. It was an incongruous sight, Mick so strong and darkly handsome, holding such a delicate, fair child. But it also looked very right, as if Mick were made to be a father. Del frowned at that. Their relationship, started only a day before, hardly warranted thoughts of parenthood. She shook off the strange aberration and concentrated on being a perfect host. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She wasn’t used to entertaining and she definitely wasn’t used to so much company. But she didn’t resent the intrusion on her writing time. In fact, it was all really nice. During dinner, Josh phoned, and minutes later another man called for Mick, though he didn’t introduce himself and Mick didn’t tell her who it was. During his whispered conversation, she saw Alec and Dane share a look. Her small apartment felt like Grand Central Station. Celia kept watching her closely, as if she was waiting for something, though Delilah had no idea what. Both she and Angel were cautiously nice. Other than Mick, Del hadn’t entertained a man in ages. And she’d never entertained a man’s family before now. She had no idea if she was doing things right. Mick caught her alone in the kitchen getting ready to make more coffee. He wore the sling again, but he still managed to drag her close for a kiss. “Dinner was great.” He sounded sincere, and she smiled against his mouth. “Thank you.” It had been a guessing game, trying to figure out how much sauce and spaghetti to make. After she’d done her best calculation, she’d doubled it for good measure. And that was a good thing, because the men had eaten far more than she’d ever anticipated. “Everyone is so nice. I like them.” “Even Zack?” “His daughter is wonderful.” Mick laughed at that careful evasion. “You still holding a grudge?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

That sounded infantile, so she shook her head. “No, of course not. I understand why they were so protective of you.” “They were protective ofyou, Delilah.” She didn’t agree, but saw no point in arguing. “I suppose for Zack to have such a sweet daughter, he must be a good father.” “He is that.” Mick stroked her hair, then added, “Zack likes you. He told me so.” Staring at his chest, Del asked, “What about the others?” He tipped up her chin. “Angel is cautious because I don’t normally get involved with women.” Del wasn’t at all certain she understood that. “You’re not a virgin.” He choked on a laugh. “No.” “Then what do you mean—” “I mean I’m real choosy. I already told you that, right?” “The same is true for me, but maybe for different reasons. I’ve never had much time for men.” “You’re making time for me.” There was no denying that. But Mick was… different. Well worth any effort. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“And,” he added, still explaining Angel’s reserve, “we’ve been moving pretty fast.” Delilah chewed over that obvious bit of information. “She’s afraid I’ll hurt you.” His eyes warmed, and his hand on her cheek was so gentle. “She’s afraid you could, and that’s a first.” He kissed her again. Then once more. “Damn, I have to quit that or they’ll wonder what we’re doing in here.” She didn’t want him to quit. “We’re just kissing.” “I want to do a lot more.” So did she. “Tonight, I wouldn’t mind—” His hold tightened. “Tonight,” he growled, “it’s your turn.” Her heart tripped. She was still aroused from the afternoon. She’d been aroused since the second she saw Mick in that hospital bed. Knowing he wanted to touch her and… do things to her made her whole body feel tight and too hot and somehow empty. Sighing shakily, she said, “All right.” “An agreeable woman,” he teased, and took her mouth with a kiss that curled her toes and made her breasts tingle. A knock sounded on the wall behind them. Mick lifted his head and turned. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del groaned, then went on tiptoe to peek over his shoulder. Celia stood there smiling. Alec stood next to her, looking amused. “I—I was just about to make more coffee,” Del stammered. “Why don’t you let Alec do that?” Mick suggested, putting his good arm around her shoulder. That idea didn’t sit right. “But he’s a guest.” Alec raised a brow and gave Mick a curious glance. “I don’t mind. Coffee is my specialty. Besides, I think my wife is dying to ask you something.” Celia elbowed him, then stepped closer. She looked anxious, her hands clasped together, and she kept glancing from Del to Mick and back again. Finally she blurted, “Are youtheDelilah Piper? I mean, I saw some books on your shelves and I know it seems crazy, but…” Mick looked at Del with surprise, and Celia stood there holding her breath. “That’s me,” Del said. Mick frowned. “You’ve heard of her, Celia?” “Are you kidding? She’s fabulous! One of my favorite authors.” That got Del’s attention. “Thank you. You’ve read me?” Celia rushed closer. “Each and every one. Ohmigosh, that last one had me on the edge of my seat When the car went off the bridge into that river…” She shivered, as if remembering the scene. “I did that, you know,” Del told her. When Celia stared wide-eyed, Del nodded. “It’s true. Of course, I Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

took some lessons first, so I wouldn’t drown myself, but then we found this old bridge that no one uses anymore, and the instructor and I took the car right off the side.” Beside her, Mick growled, “What the hell are you talking about?” And in an awed whisper, Celia said, “Angel didn’t believe me that it was you. I mean, that you’re the author who really did all those things.” “The coffee will be done in a minute,” Alec said, interrupting another angry outburst from Mick. “Why don’t we go back in the living room and Celia can grill you like I know she’s dying to?” Del loved talking about her work, and she allowed herself to be tugged into the room. Mick held her hand tight, and as soon as her backside found a couch cushion, he demanded, “What the hell do you mean, you drove your car off a bridge?” Angel gasped. “Then it’s true? It’s really you?” Mick didn’t give her a chance to answer. “Delilah, what’s going on? What are they talking about?” “You don’t know?” Alec asked, then shared a look with Dane. To Del, all those shared looks felt like a

conspiracy. Regardless of her attempts, she was still an outsider in their group. “Know what?” Mick’s gaze narrowed on Del, dark and almost… predatory. A hush fell, everyone watching with expectation. Del turned in her seat to face Mick, unsure of his sudden change in mood. He sounded angry for some reason, and he looked more than a little disturbed. Maybe he needed another pain pill, though he kept refusing them. “I explained how I do my research, and about the interviews, Mick.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You said you visited a prison, not that you drove your car into a river.” She took exception to his tone, especially in front of their guests. She wanted the visit to go well, not be ruined by an argument. Attempting to sound reasonable in the face of his growing ire, she explained, “I knew what I was doing. I took diving lessons and a class that teaches you how to keep from panicking. I learned all kinds of neat things. You see, under murky river water you sometimes get disoriented because it’s so dark.” She shivered. “Really nasty, if you want the truth. But if you let out just a little of your breath, the bubbles will rise and show you the way to the surface.” Mick groaned. “Also, if you stay calm, your heartbeat is slower and you use less oxygen, so you can hold your breath longer. I wasn’t very good at that part of it, though. I couldn’t hold my breath long at all. Still, it was pretty exciting to—” “Drive your car,” Mick rasped in an ominous voice, “deliberately off a bridge?” Del frowned. Unlike Angel and Celia, Mick didn’t seem at all impressed with her career. Not that she expected or needed him to be impressed. In fact, it was kind of refreshing that he didn’t seem in awe. She was used to a variety of reactions, most of them gushing, some fascinated, even disbelieving. But not angry. That was a reaction she’d never encountered. “It was kind of neat.” “Neat?” That one word held a wealth of scorn and incre-dulity. Del lost her temper, too. “I may have done a lot of… eccentric things, but it’s my life and I can damn well—” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“What other eccentric things?” he demanded. “What else have you done?” She heard Dane mutter something, and Alec chuckle in return. Those two seemed to find everything amusing, and this time Del had the distinct impression they were laughing at her, or rather her predicament. Indignant, she gave them each a look of censure, not that it had any visible effect; Dane winked at her, and Alec continued to smile.Men, she thought, and decided to ignore their misplaced humor. Though her heart hurt and embarrassment threatened, Del stood and walked to her bookcase. She pulled out her first book and addressed the women, while deliberately disregarding the men—Mick especially. “For this story I learned skydiving.” “I’ve always wanted to try that,” Dane admitted. Despite her resolve to ignore him, Del glanced his way. “I learned how to do it without a chute. Another jumper passed me one in midair.” Mick closed his eyes and groaned. He definitely sounded in pain this time. “For heaven’s sake,” Del said, thoroughly exasperated. “Ihada chute! I just pretended I didn’t. And there were plenty of other people jumping with me, trained for that sort of thing. Rescue jumpers were there in case something went wrong. Besides, we practiced a lot first in simulated jumps before I

actually did it.” Angel piped up and said, “I remember the villain in that book had to steal a chute off another man. That man almost died, but being the male protagonist, he didn’t.” “I never kill the male leads.” She looked at Mick. “That would ruin the romance aspect of the books.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He groaned again. Celia, like a true adventurer at heart, asked, “Did you take a chute off someone else?” Alec immediately hauled her to his side and wrapped his brawny arm around her shoulders. “Don’t even think it,” he warned, and he looked deadly serious, his expression fierce. Celia just smiled. “I didn’t want to go that far,” Del said, a little distracted. It fascinated her the way Celia and Alec interacted. He looked so savage, so menacing, yet Celia wasn’t the least threatened by him. Just the opposite; Celia cuddled closer. “I learned how to put a chute on in the air.” Mick bolted to his feet. He looked ready for a full-fledged rage. The only other time she’d seen him like that was the day of the robbery, when he’d rolled to his feet after being shot, and raced out the door. That day his eyes had been nearly black with rage—as they were now. His jaw had been clenched tight, too—as it was now. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of him. Lifting her chin, Del pulled another book off the shelf. “In this one, I learned how to navigate through an underwater cave.” “That was the creepiest scene,” Celia whispered. “There were sharks and poisonous snakes. It gave me nightmares.” Then she added, “It was also my favorite book.” Del went to her desk, pulled out a pen and signed both books. She handed one to Celia and one to Angel. “Here, a gift.” Celia clutched the book to her chest. For a long moment she was speechless, then she blurted, “Thank you!” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Angel looked amazed. “You don’t have to do this.” Del shrugged. “I get some copies for my own use.” She hoped to change the subject so Mick would quit scowling. It didn’t work. Attempting a relationship was hard work. Now she remembered why she’d never much bothered. Of course, that was before Mick, with guys who were easy to dismiss. She couldn’t dismiss Mick. Angel scooted to the edge of her seat. “Where do you get your ideas?” She’d been waiting for that question; without fail, it always got asked. She smiled, then for almost half an hour answered questions and explained about her work and laughed and had fun. Mick didn’t appreciate hearing about her research techniques, but the women, especially Celia, hung on her every word. When Del admitted that she had a looming deadline and intended to put in a few hours of writing that night, Alec pushed to his feet. “We need to be heading home. It’s getting late and Celia—” he gave his wife a cautious look “—is getting ideas.” Dane also stood, saying in an aside to Del, “Alec is a worrier.” Del looked at the big dark Alec, towering protectively over his petite blond wife. He looked like a marauder, not a worrier. “If you say so.” Angel leaned against Dane and sighed. “We’ll let you get to your work.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del blushed. “I didn’t mean to run everyone off.” “Not at all. Dinner was wonderful and the company was even better. But the kids will be getting antsy at their grandmother’s.” “You have children?” “We have two,” Angel told her. “Grayson, who’s twelve, and Kara just turned ten.” “Our Tucker is nine now,” Celia said, “and looks just like his daddy.” Alec’s frown lifted into a smile of pride. “The kids would love to meet you, Delilah.” Mick forestalled Del’s reply by saying, “I’ll tell you all about them tonight.” Del seemed to be the only person who heard his lingering undertone of annoyance. Angel bent a fond look on Mick. “He does love talking about the kids, so prepare yourself.” “That’s because they worship him,” Dane added. “It’s almost nauseating how they fawn all over him. Especially Kara. The boys aren’t quite as bad as she is. But as you probably noticed with Zack’s daughter, females love Mick.” Angel elbowed Dane hard, which made him grin and kiss her mouth. Del had already noticed what an affectionate bunch they were, always touching and teasing and kissing. Mick obviously loved these people, and they loved him, but now, rather than making her feel excluded, the sight of them all together touched her heart and made her yearn for things she’d never considered before. They were wonderful people. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

At the moment, though, Mick was busy throwing them all out. Del watched as Mick herded everyone toward the door. She had the distinct feeling he wanted privacy so he could yell at her. Not that she’d let him. No one had yelled at her since she was a little girl, and she wasn’t about to let Mick start now. Celia surprised her by giving her a hug and telling her she’d cherish the book. Del felt a little silly. It was only a book, but she enjoyed Celia’s enthusiasm. Angel followed suit and hugged Del, too, whispering in her ear, “It’s so nice to see Mick confused by a woman.” She leaned back and grinned. “Thank you for taking such good care of him.” “My pleasure.” Angel’s mouth quirked. “I can see that it is.” Mick stood at the door until everyone had gone. Del didn’t wait around for him to start complaining or questioning her. She gathered up the coffee cups and carried them to the kitchen. He stepped up close behind her. “Delilah.” She could feel the tension emanating off him in waves. It made her tense, too. “Call me Del.” Her hands shook. She refused to turn and face him, choosing instead to rinse out the cups and put them in the dishwasher. He ignored her order. “Why,” he asked in a barely audible growl, “do you do all this crazy stuff?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You mean like bringing strange men home to my place? I was just wondering the same thing.” She’d meant to distract him from his grievances, but her ploy didn’t work. “Hell, yes, that’s part of it. Don’t you have any sense of self-preservation at all?” She tightened her hands on the edge of the counter. “I learn what I need to know and I don’t take unnecessary risks.” He stepped closer, crowding her against the sink. His anger was there, pulsing between them. But there was something else, something more. Her skin prickled with awareness as she felt his erection nestle against her bottom. Her breath caught. “Tell me why you do it, babe.” She swallowed hard. “The media claims I do it because I like writing about heroes, about guys who can

win against all odds, solve twisted mysteries and get the bad guy every time. They psychoanalyze that I’m setting myself up as a heroine.” “Are you?” “No.” It was difficult to think with him so close, and so aroused. “My parents say I’ve always been too creative and too frenetic. I’m not content to sit idle.” His hot breath touched the side of her throat as he spoke. “I can see that.” He nuzzled her, making the fine hairs on her nape tingle, her breasts swell. “You’ve got more energy than any woman I’ve eve met. And you don’t think about things, you just act.‘ Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You’re… you’re complaining?” His words sounded disgruntled, but his touch was so gentle, so exciting. His good arm came around her waist and squeezed her. “The things you’ve claimed to do are insane, Delilah.” “Look who’s talking! A man who deliberately takes a bullet in the back.” She forced enough room between them so that she could turn and face him. Her hand trembled from a mix of anger and excitement as she reached up and touched his jaw. “What if that bullet had hit something vital? A lung or your heart or your spine? You could have been killed.” “I’m trained to react.” She snorted at that bit of idiocy. “They don’t train you to get shot, do they? I thought PIs did sleuthing, not gunplay.” He looked away from her gaze and focused instead on her mouth. “We do what we have to do.” “And that includes nearly getting killed for a stranger? At least I take every precaution when I do my research.” His eyes, when they met hers again, were so dark, so intense that Del felt consumed by him. “I couldn’t bear the thought of that bullet hurting your soft skin,” he whispered. He leaned lower and kissed her, tiny biting kisses from her throat to her ear, to where her neck met her shoulder. Del shivered, then forced herself back in control. “I can’t change who I am, Mick. This is what I do, what I enjoy doing.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He pressed his face into her throat and simply held her. It was a tender, possessive embrace and made her heart rap hard. “Not since before Angel married Dane have I felt the need to protect someone.” She slipped her fingers through his silky hair, over his neck and the hard joint of his shoulder. “I don’t need you to protect me,” she assured him softly. Then, touching the bulky bandage on his back, she added, “I don’t even want you to try to protect me. Especially not when you get hurt in the bargain.” His head lifted and he stared at her hard. “Tough. We’ve forged a bond, you and I, whether you like it or not.” He tangled his hand in her hair and tipped her head back. “Youdidtake me in, not just into your home but into your bed. If you didn’t mean it, you shouldn’t have started it.” “Mean it?” She found it hard to breathe with him watching her so intently, as if he could see her soul. “What… what does that mean?” “It means you’re mine now.” He continued to study her, probably waiting for her to refute his claim, but Del had no intention of doing so. No one had ever wanted to protect her. No one had ever wanted to claim her. She swallowed. “I was going to clean the kitchen—”

“Leave it,” Mick ordered. “—but I’d rather go to bed with you.” His jaw hardened and his pupils flared. He caught the back of her head and drew her up for his kiss. He tasted so good, and she leaned into him until she heard him groan. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Mick…” Very gently, she pushed him back. “You should take your medicine.” “Not this time, sweetheart.” “Your shoulder—” “Will be fine. I promise.” He took her hand and started toward the bedroom. Del admitted to herself that she wanted to let him have his way. Never in her life had she felt so hungry for a man. Never had a man been so hungry for her. The bedroom door closed behind them and Mick leaned against it. “In the morning,” he said, “we’re going to talk. Without distractions.” Del had no problem with that plan. “You’ll tell me more about the kids and how you and Angel met and about your background?” There was only a slight hesitation before he nodded. “All right.” “I’m curious about you, Mick.” His gaze moved over her, hot and anxious. “We haven’t had much time for talking, but we’ll catch up. For now…” “For now, I want what you want.” He pushed away from the door, his smile slow and lazy. Hot. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“As long as you don’t hurt yourself,” she qualified. Mick again caught the back of her neck and lifted her to her tiptoes. Against her mouth he said, “You can help me out by taking your clothes off.” She smiled. “And yours, too?” “God, yes.” Mick knew he should have put off the lovemaking in favor of getting a few things straightened out, but he seemed to have little control around her. That in itself was a worry. He was used to an icy indifference in most situations, an iron discipline that never wavered. Especially where women were concerned. Too many things didn’t add up, and now that he understood the lengths she went to for research—his blood nearly froze every time he thought of it—new questions were beginning to surface about the robbery. He couldn’t let lust make him lose sight of the possibilities. She kicked out of her sandals while unbuttoning her blouse, and his discipline shattered. She didn’t undress slowly to tease him. Rather she tore her clothes off as if she felt the same burning urgency as he. Mick braced his feet apart to keep himself steady while she stripped bare. Her frenzy fired his own. Tomorrow they would talk. But tonight, he’d make her his in every way. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CHAPTER SEVEN Contents-Prev|Next In no time, Delilah stood before him wearing only a lacy bra and skimpy panties. He was so hard he hurt. He could feel the hot pulse of blood through his veins, the heavy, rhythmic beating of his heart. Slowly, savoring the moment, Mick walked to her. With just his fingertips he touched one taut nipple straining against her bra. “Don’t move,” he whispered, and bent to take her in his mouth. Her moan was raw and real and satisfying. Mick took his time, suckling her, teasing with the tip of his tongue, the edge of his teeth. He felt the heat rising from her slim body, her restless movements, her

heavy hot breath. “Mick, please.” Against his instructions, she tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged. He straightened and began working his own buttons loose. He held her gaze as he asked, “Are you wet for me right now, Delilah?” Her pupils dilated, she shook her head. “I don’t know.” “Check for me.” Her lips parted. “But…” “Put your fingers between your legs,” he urged, “and tell me what you feel.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her pulse thrummed wildly in her throat. She swallowed hard, her gaze locked with his, and when her hand moved between her thighs, Mick had to bite back a groan. He locked his knees against the wash of raging lust. “I… I’m swollen. And hot.” Triumph exploded through him. “And?” Trembling, she whispered, “And wet.” He cursed low. The damn shirt pulled at his shoulder as he tried to wrest it off. Delilah stepped up to him, her entire body quivering. “Let me.” With gentle hands she eased the shirt from him, then went to her knees to work on his jeans.Not this time, he told himself, seeing her on her knees, knowing how ready she was for him. He let her get his jeans unsnapped and unzipped, then he stepped away. “Stand up, Delilah.” “But—” “It’s your turn tonight, remember?” Staring at his erection, she licked her lips with blatant insinuation and said, “I know.” Mick laughed, a harsh, hoarse sound. She looked as if she wanted to make a feast of him, and that nearly cost him his control. “You are such a tease.” Then, with more command in his tone, he said, “I want you to finish stripping, then sit in the chair.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Startled, she cautiously stood and looked over her shoulder. The chair was piled with clothes, positioned in front of the window. Her bewildered gaze met his. “The chair?” “That’s right.” He looked at her breasts, straining against the lace. “Take off your bra. I want to see your nipples.” She glanced again at that straight-backed, hard-seated chair. A shiver ran through her before she reached behind herself to unhook her bra. The position thrust her breasts out more. Mick hardened his resolve, doing his best to remain unaffected by the luscious sight of her. Looking at him, Delilah dropped the bra. Her breasts rose and fell with her accelerated breathing. “Now the panties,” he said, feeling sweat dampen his back and shoulders. His hands shook with the need to touch her, but instead he went to the chair and removed the clothes, dropping them onto the floor. He turned to face Delilah—and she was breathtakingly naked. As if she was overwhelmed, her head hung slightly forward, her hair shielding her expression. Her long legs were pressed together, her knees locked. Her hands flexed, opening and closing in small, nervous movements. Mick was caught between wanting to stand there and look at her forever, and needing to be inside her now, this very instant. Her nipples had flushed a dark rose, puckered tight. The black curls between her thighs looked silky, shielding her secrets. “Don’t be shy with me, Delilah.” Her head lifted, their gazes clashed. “I want to throw you down on the carpet. I want to strip your jeans

off you and taste you again.” She licked her lips, panting. “I don’t understand it, but I’m not shy with you at all. I just want you. A lot.” Mick held out his hand. “Then come here. Let me help you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She strode to him, her small breasts jiggling, her silky dark hair swaying. He caught her and held her away, but tipped up her chin so that she looked at him. “I want you to sit in that chair and let me pleasure you.” She blinked hard and a slightly worried frown pulled at her brow. “Couldn’t we just—” “No.” Mick moved her to the chair and urged her onto the hard seat. He smiled at the way she sat so straight and proper, her spine erect, her knees together and her hands in her lap. But not for long. Going down on one knee, he sat back on his haunches. “Open your legs as wide as you can, Delilah.” Her shoulders stiffened and color rushed into her face. “What are you going to do?” she asked, both breathless and excited. “I’m going to kiss you.” He glanced at her face, then back to her sex. “Here.” Pressing his fingers between her thighs, he cupped her in his warm palm and felt her spontaneous jerk. Though she was tense, her breathing suspended, he could feel her, soft and wet, just as she’d said. Shifting slightly, he stroked her, his fingertips opening her more, touching her distended clitoris. “Relax for me,” he murmured. Instinctively, she curled forward before catching herself and, with some effort, leaned back in the chair. She took several deep breaths, and her thighs went limp, yielding to him as he pressed her legs wide. “Scoot to the edge of the seat.” Her head tipped back and her eyes closed. He saw her throat move as she swallowed audibly. “Mick, I feel… exposed.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You are exposed,” he whispered, watching as she slid forward in a delectable sprawl. “I wish I had two good arms right now so I could touch you everywhere.” Her eyes snapped open. “You’re not hurting, are you?” “Shh. I’m fine.” He moved between her thighs and leaned forward to kiss her mouth, taking his time, enjoying her while he breathed in the spicy scent of her arousal. She curled her fingers around his upper arms and held on, making no move to push him away. He could feel her impatience and drove her as far as he could, wanting her to remember this night forever. When she couldn’t stop squirming beneath him, he cuddled her breast in his left hand. He wanted to hold both breasts, but his right arm and shoulder felt numb with pain. He teased her nipple, stroking with his thumb and carefully tugging until her back arched. “Give me your other breast.” Her eyes slowly opened. “What?” “I want you in my mouth.” Understanding dawned and her look turned equally hot and gentle. She cupped her breast and raised it high. At the same time her other hand went to the back of his head and brought him forward. At the sight of her offering herself so sweetly, Mick growled. He kissed her softly at first, plucking with his lips, lapping with his tongue. She moaned, pressing herself into him, and he suckled greedily, unable to get enough of her taste, her incredible scent. Delilah moaned and writhed and managed to raise herself enough to rub against the fly of his jeans. Mick cursed the injury that kept him from taking her in all the ways he wanted.

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“Mick!” She cried out, straining against him. It was too much. He moved back and opened her legs even more. Her pink flesh glistened, wet and ready, and he leaned forward to taste her deeply, his left hand curving around her bottom and holding her still. Delilah raised her hands and covered her own breasts, crying, moving with his mouth. He loved the taste of her, so hot and sweet. He pressed his tongue into her, slow and deep, then stabbed with quick motions, swirled and licked and teased, and when he knew she was near, when he felt the tremors going through her slender thighs, her belly, he caught her clitoris and drew on her gently. Her contractions were so strong she nearly escaped him. Fingers biting deep into her soft ass, he held her close and did his best to block the pain of his injury, enhanced by her thrashing. With one long, last, shuddering moan, she stilled. Her breathing remained ragged, loud, and she seemed boneless in the narrow chair, her long limbs sprawled for him, around him. Her hands dropped to her sides. Shaken, Mick put his good arm behind her and rested his face on her belly. Though he stayed perfectly still, which eased his physical aches, his mind still reeled and his emotions rioted. Damn, he thought. This level of connection was more than he’d expected, more than he’d even known existed. It scared him spitless, because he wasn’t a hundred percent sure he could trust in it, in her. He just knew he wanted her now, and he couldn’t bear the thought of any other man with her like this. His arm tightened and he forced himself to say lightly, “You okay, sweetheart?” “Maybe.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He raised up to smile at her. “The taste of you is enough to make me insane.” Her eyes remained closed, but she smiled. She took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart and said, “Know what I’m thinking?” He lightly kissed her belly button, then nuzzled the soft skin of her stomach. “Vague, soft, happy thoughts, I hope.” “I’m thinking I want you inside me.” Mick clenched his jaw. He wanted to be inside her, but he didn’t see how he could. Much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t invincible. His arm hurt like a son of a bitch, more so with every breath. Her position in the chair had taken a lot of the physical stress off his arm and shoulder, but her soft moans had caused his muscles to tighten, to flex, and now his pain felt very real. Delilah sat up. She cupped his face in her hand and said, “Did I tell you I took riding lessons?” His shoulder screamed a warning, but his erection was more than willing to listen. “On a wild stallion, no doubt?” Her smile was still softened by her climax. “No. As a little girl, my parents gave me riding lessons. C’mon.” She pushed at him gently until he moved back and gave her room to stand. She reached a hand down to him, and with a laugh, Mick came to his feet. “First,” she said, “a pain pill for you. And no arguing. I promise to make it worth your while.” Mick pulled her up short. “You don’t have to do this, sweetheart.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“But I want to.” Her expression clearly showed her confusion. “I’m not doing you a favor by making love to you. What you just did… it was so wonderful. I had no idea.” Mick wanted to know which part had surprised her, but he kept quiet. “The only thing is that now I feel empty.” She flattened her hands on his chest and stared up at him. “I

meant it when I said I want you inside me.” Holding her gaze, he slid his hand down her belly. “My fingers would probably do,” he said, and matching actions to words, he pressed two fingers deep inside her. “Oh, God.” Still sensitive from her climax, she dropped her head forward and curled her hands, clutching at him. They both breathed hard. “That’s… that’s wonderful,” she whispered, delighting him with her honesty, her openness. Her hand moved down his body and curled around his hard-on. Mick had to fight to keep from coming the second she touched him. He felt primed to the max, and her hand was so soft and feminine. “Delilah,” he warned, closing both hands around her shoulders. “This,” she whispered in a sultry voice that coasted over him like rough velvet, “will feel even better.” He had to laugh, though it sounded more like an agonized groan. She released him, patted his butt and said, “Now quit trying to distract me.” Taking his hand again, she led him toward the kitchen, where she kept the pain pills. “I have the feeling you like to control everyone and everything, but I’ve been on my own too long for that nonsense.” She wasn’t looking at him, so it felt safe to smile. She was the most endearing woman he’d ever met. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her insight was also uncanny. It was true he liked to have control, but more than that was the fact he wanted to take care of her, protect her. He’d never even come close to feeling that with any woman other than Angel, and then it had been a clear-cut feeling. They’d both been going through bad times and had quickly learned to trust each other, to help each other. They were friends and there’d been no confusing possessiveness or lust or this irrational need to make her a part of him, to somehow meld her body and soul with his own. He loved Angel, just as he loved Dane and their children, and by extension Alec and Celia and Tucker. He’d protect any one of them with his life, but that instinct had never been put to the test. Dane and Alec were more than capable of taking care of their own, so Mick’s sense of protectiveness was blunted by their presence. Not so with Delilah. There was nothing and no one to soften the raw edge of volatile emotions consuming him. He knew it was too much, too strong and overwhelming. It put him at risk, a risk he’d never faced before because he’d never met a woman who hit him so hard on a gut level. He had absolutely no idea how to deal with her. She stopped beside the kitchen counter, unmindful of her nudity, although Mick relished the sight of her under the bright fluorescent lights. While she filled a glass with water, he looked her over. Her shiny dark hair was mussed, half hanging over her brow, framing those incredible, bright blue eyes. Her lips were still slightly reddened from her climax, her cheeks still flushed. Her nipples still tight. He sucked in a breath and accepted the pill she handed him, tossing it back and washing it down with the entire glass of cold water. Delilah stepped behind him and peered at his shoulder. “I think we should change the bandage.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He didn’t want her taking care of him, and turned to face her. “It’s fine.” She propped her hands on her slim hips and frowned up at him. He’d never had a naked woman remonstrate him before. It put a new slant on things. “I’m changing your bandage, Mick.” When he started to speak, she interrupted, saying, “It’s early yet

and I have a feeling you won’t be falling asleep despite the pain pill.” “God, I hope not.” He still smarted over the fact that he’d fallen asleep on her earlier. “Then that means, being as you’re so determined and you refuse to listen to common sense or a doctor’s orders, we’ll be making love for some time yet. You need to be comfortable and relaxed so that you don’t hurt yourself.” He gave her a lazy smile, eyeing the glossy dark curls over her mound and the long length of her legs, now braced apart as if for battle. “Relaxed, huh? You think your lovemaking is so boring I’ll be able to just sit back and yawn?” Her eyes got heavy, her smile wicked. “I think you need to let me handle things. It’ll be a novel experience for you. I’ll be gentle… but thorough. I promise.” He must be getting used to her, Mick thought, because her boldness didn’t shock him at all, it just fired his lust. He shook his head, but heard himself say, “All right.” Her soft smile broke into a triumphant grin and she turned, giving him a view of her saucy behind as she marched away. Crooking one finger, she called back to him, “Come along, now. I’ll see to everything.” He was in so deep he could barely breathe, and strangely enough, he didn’t give a damn. Everything would work out, he’d see to it. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Later. Del couldn’t remember ever having so much fun. Mick was astounding, giving over to her and trusting her. At least as far as his body was concerned. His thoughts were still a secret, but she understood that. Her life wasn’t one she openly discussed, either. Not that it had been bad, only that it had been different, and not many people understood her or her choices. At the moment, she had Mick stretched out on his back, a pillow cushioning his head, his shoulder freshly bandaged. Together they had showered, touching and teasing anew, then taking turns drying each other. While she’d brushed her teeth, he’d commented on her body, complimenting her in the most outrageous ways. She returned the favor, savoring the sight of him naked at her sink, his razor and aftershave there as if they’d always been a part of her home, as if they, as well as he, belonged with her. He had an incredible physique, tall and strong and wholly masculine. While he brushed his teeth with amazing dexterity, considering he used his left hand, she watched the play of muscles in his shoulders and biceps. Still damp from the shower, his dark hair clung in curls’ to his nape and temples. Her blood raced at the beauty of him. There wasn’t a single flaw to his body—except for that obscene bullet wound. Her heart nearly broke at the sight of it, and without thinking, she’d moved to kiss him above and below his stitches, where dark bruises marred his olive skin. His groan, one of mingled awareness and physical pleasure, encouraged her. He’d braced his hands on the sink and allowed her to do as she pleased—and she pleased quite a bit. After that, she’d spent a good fifteen minutes just touching him, caressing his aching muscles and hopefully massaging away some of the pain and stiffness from the injury. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Even with his head dropped forward and his body totally relaxed, Mick still looked so powerful, so strong and capable. It made her stomach jumpy to know he wantedher, desiredher.

Had nearly died for her. He grew impatient with the subtle touches and teased, “Is it your plan to taunt me all night? Because I’m a hair away from taking control again.” She laughed at him, then squealed as he hurried her to the bed. She had to regain the upper hand so he didn’t do more damage to his injury, and it took her several minutes to convince him that she needed to wrap his shoulder again. He’d finally given in, but only because she let him touch her anywhere he wanted while she saw to that chore. It was apparent that, even though she lacked his physical beauty, Mick felt the same fascination for her body that she felt for his. Now he reclined in her bed, his eyes dark and hot, watching her as she leaned over to the nightstand and withdrew a condom. “I hate to sound unsophisticated,” she said, “but I’ve never put a rubber on a guy before. Tell me if I do it wrong.” He didn’t reply, merely watched her as she tore the small package open and reached for him. She felt the subtle clenching of his muscles, the heat rising off him in waves. She glanced at his jaw and found it locked hard. “Like this, right?” she asked, knowing she was pushing him, and enjoying it. “Good enough,” he growled, and his abdomen tensed as she slid the condom over the head of his penis and then midway down its length. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del surveyed her handiwork. “Not bad,” she announced, trying to drag out the anticipation as long as she could. It wasn’t easy; already her hands were shaking and a weakness seemed to have invaded her bones. Mick was thick and hot and silky in her hand. “I’ve always been really careful,” she whispered, trying to regain lost control, “about protection. Not that I’d mind having children someday, but not until I meet the right man.” His body taut and expectant, Mick rasped, “I want kids someday, too.” Del soothed him, stroking his right arm, his chest and shoulders. She met his smoldering gaze and asked, “With the right woman?” “Yes.” Sliding her leg over his hips, she positioned herself. “Well, this woman is going to make you crazy with pleasure tonight.” His back arched. “I’ll get my turn,” he told her. She laughed. “Not until the doctor says you’re able.” Slowly, so slowly every nerve ending sparked, she lowered herself. He’d barely penetrated at all, just the thick head of his penis inside her, her inner muscles gripping and quivering around him, when she stopped with a gasp. “It’s… it’s been so long for me,” she muttered, trying to explain, her words broken and breathless and fast. Already she felt stretched, uncomfortably tight, yet tantalized. “I’m… I’m not at all sure.” Mick strained beneath her, sweat dampening his forehead, his chest. Delilah knew she couldn’t wait any longer or he’d hurt himself. Swallowing back her own discomfort and uncertainty, she braced her hands on his chest, drew a deep breath and pressed down until he was fully, completely inside her. An explosive curse broke from Mick. She whimpered in response. For long moments, neither of them moved except for a slight trembling of rigid muscles and a spontaneous flexing of sexes as they each struggled to adjust. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Forcing her head up, Delilah looked at Mick through a sweltering haze of sensations. “Are you…all right?”

“No.” His left hand lifted, spread wide over her hip. “I need you to move, baby.” Del licked her lips. “It’s just that you’re… bigger than I thought.” Without his permission, his hips rose, pressing into her, deepening his penetration. “I can’t do this,” he groaned. And Delilah’s heart tumbled over. “Mick.” Leaning down,-she kissed his mouth, his throat, licked at his salty skin. Very gently, subtly, she rocked her hips. His fingers contracted on her flesh, biting hard as he urged her to continue. She slid up, her wetness making it easy and smooth, then all the way down again, harder and faster with each turn. Suddenly, despite his injury, Mick gripped her hips in both hands and pumped into her, holding her tight to him, not letting her retreat. He looked feral and explosive and so sexy she felt her own climax begin. This was what she’d wanted, him filling her, his body a part of hers, wild and real with no reserve between them. She tipped her head back and cried out her pleasure, then heard Mick’s answering moan of completion. A few seconds later his fingers went lax and she lowered herself to nestle against him. He grunted, and she mumbled, “Did I hurt you?” It took him a little while to answer, but she didn’t mind. She felt the bellowing of his chest beneath her ear, felt his sex still deep within her. “Mick?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Using his left hand, he smoothed her bottom. “I’m feeling no pain. Even my brain is numb.” She didn’t want to, but she raised herself to her elbows. “Will it hurt you if I sleep here with you?” His dark eyes opened. “It’d kill me,” he said huskily, “if you didn’t.” Tears clung to her lashes. She hurried to blink them away and sat up more. After a deep, calming breath that helped to chase away the excess emotion, she said, “I’m ready for bed. You?” The way he looked at her told her she hadn’t fooled him one bit. He knew she was mired in sentiment, that making love with him had thrown her for a loop. She’d had sex in the past, but this wasn’t sex. This was… She wasn’t sure what to call it Sex had been easy to give up, but she couldn’t imagine giving up Mick. More tears clouded her vision, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looked… satisfied. Del snorted at herself as she swiped at her eyes. He’d come, so of course he was satisfied. “I’ll just get rid of the condom and turn on the air conditioner and—” Mick moved out of her reach. “I can take care of myself, thank you, and I’ll set the air conditioner. I’d like to wake up without hypothermia.” “I set it too cold?” She watched him climb from the bed, and was gratified to see he shook just a bit, too. He stood in front of her and touched her chin. There was a silly smile on his face, in contrast to the male triumph in his dark gaze. “Yeah. You set it too cold,” he agreed. “I’m a man, not a polar bear.” Then he went down the hall to the bathroom. Del stood there, bemused, until she heard the water turn off and the toilet flush. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She rushed to straighten the bedclothes and reposition Mick’s pillow. She’d sleep on his left side, to keep from injuring his shoulder, she decided. He walked into her room, as comfortable with his nudity as she was. After setting the air conditioner a tiny bit higher, he got into bed as if sleeping with her were nothing. She wasn’t sure if she liked that or

not, considering it seemed like a very big something to her. But then he turned off the light and settled back, and when she crawled in next to him, he put his arm around her, drawing her close. The darkness added a new level of intimacy, filling her with contentment. Her mind peaceful, her body sated, she kissed his chest and asked, “Will you tell me if you get uncomfortable during the night?” “No.” She pushed up to frown at him, but he only laughed and pressed her face back to his chest. “Shh. Go to sleep, Delilah. You’ve worn me out and I need to recoup so I can get even tomorrow morning.” Feeling smug, she said, “You’ll have to wait to even the score. I have to go out in the morning.” His arm tightened. “Where to?” “Neddie’s funeral is tomorrow.” “Neddie?” Because she’d already told Mick all about him, she sighed. “Neddie Moran, the man who helped me with my research.” A volatile silence followed her statement, then seemed to detonate. Mick turned, pinning her beneath him in one hard, fast movement, his expression furious. “NeddieMoranis the criminal who taught you how to steal cars?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Watching him warily, she said, “Yeah, so?” He’d sounded ready to fall asleep one moment, then outraged the next. “Mick, you’re going to hurt your arm.” For some reason, he looked astounded that she would even mention his arm. He jerked around and flipped the light back on. “Forget the morning. We’ve got to do some talking right now.” “We do?” Del scooted up in the bed and pulled the sheet over her breasts. “Damn right we do. Do you know how Neddie Moran died?” “He drowned.” “He didn’t just drown. Someone else drowned him.” Mick drew a breath. “Sweetheart, he was murdered.” CHAPTER EIGHT Contents-Prev|Next Mick awoke to an empty bed. Again. This time, in light of everything he now knew, fear hit him before anything else. He glanced at the bedside clock. Three-thirty. They’d finished their talk almost four hours ago. Where the hell was she in the middle of the night? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He was out of the bed and heading for the door on silent feet before he’d even given himself time to think about it. The reality of her association with known criminals had his skin prickling with unease, his every sense on alert. She saw no connection between Neddie’s recent death and her own very near escape from death. Mick, however, was positive that the two events were in some way related. She’d associated with Moran, formed a strange friendship even, and now the man was dead. It had been tricky, telling her what he knew of Moran’s death without telling her how he knew, or giving away confidential information. The death was still under investigation, but thanks to reporters, it was public knowledge that Neddie had been drowned in the river, so Mick had no problem sharing those details. Not that they’d swayed her. The most he’d been able to get out of her was a promise that she’d let him escort her to the funeral. Mick planned to avoid even that, using a deception to keep her away, while he had men checking into any possible associations between Neddie and the robbers at the jewelry store.

He didn’t like himself for it, but he felt it necessary to protect her. Hours of talking to her had proved that reason and logic wouldn’t work. Not with Delilah Piper, and definitely not when she felt an obligation to a friend. Mick went only a few steps down the hallway before he saw the dim blue light of her computer shining in the otherwise dark apartment. He heard the light tapping of her fingers on the keyboard, and peered around the hallway corner. Sitting there in front of her computer, her glossy hair mussed, a T-shirt her only clothing, Delilah looked totally absorbed in her writing. Mick leaned against the wall and watched her, aware of a strange twisting in his heart. Never had he allowed himself to consider hearth and home and a family of his own. He’d become so discriminating with women, so particular, that he’d doubted any woman would Have ever appealed to him on that level. But standing in a dark hallway looking at Delilah, he felt a contentment unlike anything he’d ever known. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She was a woman of constant change and contradictions. She made him hot with her careless, comfortable air, and she kept his emotions turbulent with her daring and her stubbornness. And now that he’d laughed and argued and made love with her, he couldn’t imagine not having her in his life. Insane, he insisted to himself. But his pulse continued to riot and his lungs constricted, and only a small part of that reaction was due to lust. Hell, he shouldn’t even have felt lust. It hadn’t been that long since she’d wrung him out. But he looked down at himself and, sure enough, he was already semihard. What could you do with a woman who affected you so strongly, except keep her close and make sure she didn’t have the chance to affect any other man the same way? Delilah paused, bit her lip, stared at nothing in particular and then smiled and began typing again. Mick shook his head. She amazed him, amused him, and she turned his libido red-hot. Not wanting to startle her, he said softly, “Am I interrupting?” She glanced up, then held one finger in the air, indicating she needed him to wait. He should have been annoyed. They’d finished making love for the first time and she’d sneaked away to write, and now had the gall to make him wait. He smiled. No woman had ever treated him as she did, and damned if he didn’t like it. Probably because her reactions, her responses, were all so real. Delilah didn’t have a deceptive bone in her body. She said what she thought, did as she pleased, and that meant she could be trusted—the most appealing factor of all. Mick sidled closer and stood behind her. He moved her heavy hair off her nape and used his thumbs to stroke her. Delilah froze, then twisted to face him. “Um… I can’t write with you there.” “Why not?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She frowned, then turned off her monitor. Shadows closed in around them. “It makes me jittery for anyone to look over my shoulder. I don’t want you to read anything out of context and think it’s lame.” “I wasn’t reading,” he explained, still holding her neck easily between his hands. “I was considering the possibility of dragging you back to bed.” Delilah faced the computer again, her hands in her lap, her head bent forward. Finally she said, “I’m running behind, Mick. I need to finish up this scene, okay?” “It’s almost morning.” “I know. But the scene is there now, in my head.” She twisted again, this time in a rush. “I’m sorry. I

know this probably seems odd to you. But writers write… whenever. And I do have a deadline that is quickly closing in.” She shrugged. “I’ve never had anyone live with me, so I’ve never had to not write when I wanted to. Know what I mean?” Mick grinned. She meant that she didn’t want him to interfere with her writing, but was trying to be tactful. He said only, “How long do you think you’ll be?” Again she shrugged. “I don’t know. As long as the words are coming, I want to keep at it. Once this scene’s done, I’ll have some free time before I need to start the next one.” A thought occurred to Mick: if she stayed up all night writing, perhaps she’d forget about the damn funeral, and he wouldn’t have to deceive her. “Okay, sweetheart. You take your time, okay?” “You don’t mind?” “Of course not. There’ll be times when I’ll be gone all night working.” Even in the dim shadows, he saw her scowl and had to fight from laughing out loud. “I’m sure you’ll be understanding, too, won’t you?” he teased. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Very grudgingly, she muttered, “I guess.” “Then I’ll see you in the morning.” She continued to stare up at him. “Since you’re here anyway, will you give me a good-night kiss?” “My pleasure.” Mick made it a kiss to singe her eyebrows—and felt himself burned instead. In that moment, he wondered if he’d ever get enough, if a lifetime of tasting and touching her would ever satisfy him. He had his doubts. “Wow,” she said when he lifted his mouth. “You think I can work a kiss like that in with a murder scene?” Mick stared at her blankly and she waved her hand toward the computer. “That’s where I’m at in the book. All your talk about Neddie and connections and conspiracies gave me an idea for the murder scene. Do you think my hero would stop in the middle of trying to chase down the escaping madman to kiss the heroine?” Mick shook his head. “If the heroine was you, I’m sure of it.” He saw the white flash of her teeth, then heard her chuckle. “You’re outrageous. Now go on before I totally lose my train of thought and end up with them making love in the middle of the street instead of doing the responsible thing.“ Thinking of the “responsible thing,” Mick pushed any remnants of guilt from his mind. He’d do whatever was necessary to protect her. “Take as long as you need,” he said. “Good night.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

As soon as he turned away, he heard the tapping on her keyboard resume. Madmen and making love and responsibility. Somehow they were all tied together with Delilah, and probably with her research pal, Neddie Moran, and the shooter, Rudy Glasgow, and the robbery. All Mick had to do was find out how. His mind filled with possibilities, both intimate and protective, so it was no wonder he slept fitfully. He had just awakened again when he felt Delilah slipping into bed beside him. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was only an hour or so until dawn. Turning toward her, he slid his good arm beneath her head and murmured sleepily, “Did you finish your scene?” “Yes.” She snuggled down, fitting herself to him as if they’d been doing this for most of their lives.

That’s how it was with Delilah, natural and comfortable andright. Her hand settled on his chest, her fingers twining in his body hair, caressing. “I’m sorry I woke you.” “You didn’t.” Mick pressed his mouth to her crown, drawing in the sweet scent of shampoo and Delilah. “I’ve been thinking.” “You should have been sleeping.” “I’ll sleep with you.” He felt her smile against his chest. “What were you doing in the jewelry store, honey?” Startled, she looked up at him, then with a shrug, nuzzled into his side again. “I was researching.” Their voices were both low, mere whispers over the hum of the air conditioner and the lazily twirling ceiling fan. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“What kind of research?” Her fingertips sought and found his nipple, toying with him, making him stiffen even while half-asleep. “In this book,” she whispered, “the hero has to break into a jewelry store and steal something that the madman is after, before he can get it. So I was trying to see how I’d break into that store if I was a madman.” Mick chuckled. “Neddie couldn’t tell you how to do that, huh?” “He told me a lot of things, gave me a lot of ideas, but not details on a robbery.” She pressed her face against Mick in a show of emotion. “I’d contacted him about it, and even left a message, but he hadn’t returned my call. I realize now that he probably couldn’t.” Shit. If she’d left a message on a machine, then that could be the link that had led them to her. Mick squeezed her closer. No way in hell would he let anyone hurt her. “What exactly did you say on the message?” “Mick.” She rose up on one elbow to look at him. “I do like talking to you in the middle of the night like this, but—” “Actually, it’s morning,” he said softly, pushing a curl away from her face. “That’s my point. I really would like to get some sleep.” He chuckled. “No sparing my tender sensibilities, huh?” That made her frown with concern, and he added quickly, “I’m just teasing.” “Are you sure? Because I guess I could stay awake and talk more about this if you really wanted to.” “Actually,” he murmured against her mouth, “I was thinking about sports.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She again pushed away, peering at him through the dark with interest. “Are you an athlete?” Snorting, he said, “Hell, no.” “You don’t like sports?” “I have no idea. I just never played any.” “But all little boys play baseball and football and—” “I didn’t” She seemed to have forgotten all about sleeping, and her frown was back. “Well, why not?” He didn’t want to talk about his childhood, about his mother’s shortcomings. Not now. Preferably not ever. “I was thinking about a sport you taught me.” Despite his best effort, there was an edge to his tone, a deliberately forceful change of subject that she picked up on. She might often be obtuse to her surroundings, but Mick found she was very attuned to him. It unsettled him, and turned him on. She cupped his jaw in a gesture so tender, his heart ached. “What,” she asked, lightly touching the corner of his mouth, “have I taught you?” “Riding.” He rasped the word, forcing it past an emotional lump in his throat, desperate to change his

ache to a physical one, one that she could easily appease. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

In the next instant, Delilah kissed him—everywhere. The emotional and the physical commingled, a variety of needs that stirred him on every plane. After she rolled the condom onto him, she mounted him with a smile and leaned down to kiss his mouth. She slid her body onto his with a snug, wet fit, and whispered wickedly, “Giddyap.” Delilah groaned as she managed to get one eye open. Her entire body ached in places she hadn’t known she had. And her butt was cold. She forced her head up and saw that Mick had kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed. Her front, curled into his side, was warm enough. But her behind faced the air conditioner and was numb with cold. When she looked Mick over, gloriously naked, she quickly heated. Until she noticed the alarm clock. “Noon!” Beside her, Mick groaned and he, too, opened one eye. “What is it?” “I overslept!” “Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled, and tried to draw her close again. “But Neddie’s funeral! I’ll never make it now.” She couldn’t be sure, but Mick looked very satisfied over the situation. Del frowned. “Did you keep me awake all night on purpose?” Both eyes opened and he stared at her breasts “Yeah.” “Mick!” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“I’m not into making love with comatose women, so of course I had to keep you awake.” “Oh.” She subsided, but only a little. “That wasn’t what I meant.” “All I did,” he informed her, reaching out to smooth his hand over her hip, then her belly, “was mention riding.” He glanced up, his dark eyes unwavering. “You’re the one who did the rest.” Because he was right, and because his hand felt too good on her body even now, she flushed. “I feel terrible,” she admitted. Mick cupped his fingers between her legs, fondling, seeking. His voice morning-rough, he crooned, “I think you feel very nice.” She frowned at him and said, “I’m sore, so forget it.” His smile made him look like a pirate. A dark sexy pirate, set on pillaging. “I’ll be understanding,” he promised, “and run you a nice hot bath. I’ll even get the coffee.” Then he added deliberately, “But forgetting about it is impossible.” “Mick.” She said his name on a sigh. His tone, his look, turned serious. “You’re about all I can think of these day’s.” She melted. And she wasn’t that sore, she decided. But he’d taken her words to heart and slid out of the bed. He stretched, careful of his wounded shoulder, and she sighed yet again at the sight of him.Much more of this, she thought, shaking her head,and I’ll begin sounding like a wounded coyote. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Since it’s already too late to make the funeral, would you like to come with me today?” He looked expectant—and just a bit too watchful. “Where are you going?” she asked. “I need to set up something with a therapist for my shoulder.” “I thought the doctor said to give it two weeks first.” Mick shook his head. “I can’t wait that long.” He flexed his right arm, winced, and added, “I don’t like being less than a hundred percent.” He started out of the room and she scurried after him. He detoured into the bathroom, so she had to

pull back. Damn, he shouldn’t be pushing himself. But how could she stop him? He far outweighed her and had double the stubbornness she possessed. She waited in the hallway until she heard the bathwater start. She called through the door, “Mick?” The door opened and he snagged her, pulling her inside. He looped his left arm around her waist, kissed her pursed mouth and said, “You soak while I get coffee. I’ll shower when you’re done.” “You’re supposed to be resting!” she said, trying for a stern expression. “Making coffee won’t tax my meager strength, I promise.” He kissed her nose and swatted her on the behind left-handed. “Now, soak.” “Take your medicine!” she yelled to his back. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She was submerged in the hot water, letting it ease her aches and pains, when Mick came in carrying two mugs of steaming coffee. To her disappointment, he’d pulled on jeans, and she frowned at him. “No fair me being naked and you being dressed.” He handed her a cup of coffee. “It’s the only way I can guarantee we’ll make it out of here today.” He grinned and added, “Otherwise I’m likely to join you in the tub. You’re a helluva temptation.” She ignored his outrageous compliment and sipped—and moaned with pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Oh, that’s good.” “Just what I wanted to hear. I’ll take over all the coffee duties.” “You could just show me how to do it.” “I’m not quite that trusting.” Wondering just how trusting he might be, she splashed him. “So you’re saying you don’t like my coffee, either?” “I had a hairless chest before drinking it.” Del tried to feign insult, but she ended up laughing instead. “Okay, so I made it stronger for you. I thought all men wanted their coffee strong and black.” He nodded. “So you know a lot of men with iron stomachs, impervious to the cold, fearless and reckless and invincible?” “No, but that’s how I write them,” she teased. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Sounding far too serious, he asked, “Is that the kind of man you were looking for?” Del considered getting serious, too. She considered telling him he was exactly what she’d been looking for, even though she hadn’t realized it until she met him. Instead, she shook her head. “I know the dif-ference between reality and fiction, but I don’t have much experience with men’s preferences. And for the record, I wasn’t looking. I didn’t really think there was room in my life for a man, not since I’ve kinda thrown myself into my writing.” Mick put the toilet lid down and sat. “You really enjoy writing, don’t you?” Her need to write wasn’t always a pleasant one. “I suppose it’s a love-hate relationship. I feel the craving to write almost all the time. Sometimes it’s inconvenient. People think I’m dumb because I plot a lot. They consider it daydreaming, and write me off as being too fanciful. But I doubt I’d feel like me if I wasn’t writing.” She hesitated, then tilted her head to look at him. “I hope you can understand. There’ll be a lot of times when I’m trying to listen, but my mind will go off track. And I get up a lot at night to write. It seems like as soon as I try to sleep, my brain starts churning and I just can’t shut down.” “I’ll persevere.”

“It doesn’t mean I’m not aware of you. It doesn’t mean you’re not important.” “I understand.” His acceptance was just a tad too quick, making her suspicious. “Do you? Not many guys I’ve dated have.” He gave her a measuring look, then asked, “Have you dated many?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Sure. In my younger days, when I was curious about things.” “Things?” She grinned. “Sexual things, though the sex was never enough to keep me… engaged for long. I outgrew my curiosity and my fascination with men. These days, writing is more interesting, and more important than any guy—especially when I have a deadline, which I almost always do.” She thought about that, and added softly, “Of course, those guys weren’t as important as you.” Mick looked down at his coffee cup for a long moment. “Because I protected you?” “Partly,” she agreed. “No one has ever tried to protect me before. You blew me away, putting yourself in line for a bullet.” “What about your folks? Surely they’re protective.” “I guess.” She idly soaped her arm, thinking about her family. “They’re wonderful, and they love me, but with two older, more serious brothers, I’m kind of the odd duck.” Mick didn’t say anything to that, just continued to encourage her with his silent attention. “You can imagine how they all reacted when I told them I wanted to be a writer.” She laughed, remembering. “They told me to get serious, and when they saw that Iwasserious, they worried. Especially whenever I did research. Now, though, they’re really pretty proud.” “Are you close with them?” “Oh, sure. And my brothers are great. They’re both married and have kids and houses. They still worry on occasion, but meeting you would probably fix that.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick went still. “Did you want me to meet them?” She’d rushed things, she realized, and said, “Not yet.” He frowned. “You said I’m different than the other guys you dated.” “Well… yeah. I never invited any of them to move in with me.” “How am I different?” She shook her head, lost to rational explanations when it came to her response to him. “I don’t know. Everything just feels different with you, sort of sharper edged. Better. I hope that doesn’t alarm you. I mean, I won’t start pushing for more.” Mick set his coffee aside and stripped off his jeans. “What if I push for more?” Del felt her mouth fall open as he stepped into the tub behind her, forcing her to move up while the water sloshed inside the tub and over the sides. His hairy legs went around her, and he tugged her back into his chest. Against her ear, he whispered, “Delilah?” “Then…” She swallowed, trying to get her thoughts collected. “Then I guess we’ll just take it one step at a time.” He cupped his hand and poured water over her breasts. “Are you still sore?” Her heart swelled and her stomach curled in anticipation. She leaned back, closed her eyes and whispered breathlessly, “No.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CHAPTER NINE Contents-Prev|Next They settled into a nice routine. Mick didn’t want Delilah in his house, where she might see evidence of him being a cop, so he had Josh and Zack alternately bring him more clothes as he needed them. Now

her closet was filled with his things. A dozen times he thought of telling her the truth, of explaining why he’d started the deception in the first place. But he’d only known her a little over a week, and working undercover made him more cautious than not. Their relationship grew every day. He’d have a chance to tell her everything eventually. Meeting with his sergeant had been difficult. Mick had set it up so that Angel and Dane would be visiting when Josh came by. They drove out for pickup pizza, and Mick slipped away to meet with the sergeant. He got a new gun, which he hid away, and an update on the robbery—which wasn’t promising, since they hadn’t discovered anything new. He’d eventually have to see the shrink, as policy dictated anytime a shooting occurred. But under the circumstances, the sergeant was willing to give him more time for that. Though he could have driven himself, Mick claimed soreness to keep Delilah with him when he went to physical therapy. She took her laptop and wrote in the waiting room while he went through a series of increasingly difficult exercises meant to bring him back to full strength. It was slow going, and frustrating, to say the least, but he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he could make love to her as he wanted to, without concern for his injury. Often he woke at night to an empty bed, and he’d hear her in the other room, tapping away at her keyboard. Rather than go back to sleep, he usually waited for her, and they’d make love when she crawled back in beside him. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her unusual routine suited him just fine. There didn’t seem to be any dwindling of the devastating chemistry between them, but little by little they were both less alarmed by it, and now they wallowed in the near-violent sensations. Delilah proved inventive and curious, and she had no shyness with his body, taking everything she wanted and giving back as much in return. Ten days had passed before his sergeant called and told him Rudy, Glasgow was finally awake and coherent and ready to talk. But strangely enough, he only wanted to talk to Mick. He’d actually awakened from his coma a few days earlier, but had remained stubbornly silent and still too weak to leave the hospital. There’d been no sign of the other men, but Mick wasn’t giving up, and neither was the police department. His sergeant told him to give Detective Faradon, the lead investigator for the case, a call. Mick peeked in at Delilah, saw she was totally engrossed in her story, and punched in the numbers. He spoke briefly with Faradon before requesting that the detective use Delilah’s number only for emergencies. “Anytime you need to get in touch with me, just call my place and leave a message. I’ll check the calls often.” “Running a secret life?” Faradon asked. Mick ground his teeth together. He didn’t want Faradon to know that he was still keeping secrets from Delilah. “I don’t want her to overhear anything,” he said as an excuse. “It could taint the case if she learned of anything important.” “Just telling you is risky,” Faradon agreed. “We’re only keeping you informed because you were shot, which makes you damned involved, from where I sit.” “Thanks.” Mick rubbed me back of his neck.“I’m glad you understand. So, you got a pen handy?” He recited his home number to Faradon, then they briefly discussed the condition of the man in the

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Now all Mick needed was an excuse to get away from Delilah. He didn’t want her to know that he’d be talking with Rudy Glasgow, yet he’d made such an issue of going nowhere without her, she was bound to be suspicious if he tried to leave on his own now. As usual, she sat at her computer working when he finished making lunch and approached her. She was nearing the end of the book, and according to her, that’s when she got most involved with the story. She had to tie up loose ends and wrap up the novel with a punch. Mick considered the way her mind worked, conjuring up so many twisted mysteries, and he shook his head. “Hungry?” Glancing up, she asked, “Who was on the phone?” Mick stalled, then said, “Just a friend.” “Josh? Zack?” He hated lying to her, and often he didn’t even need to. She hesitated to pry, so if he just shook his head, she’d let it go at that. Sometimes it seemed to him that Delilah went out of her way to give him his privacy, to not push. That bugged him, since it took all his concentration to keep from pushing her. She came to him willingly, accepted him in all ways, but there were still pieces of her that remained hidden. It made him nuts. Instead of answering her specific question, he asked, “What do you have planned today?” She accepted the sandwich he handed her and took a healthy bite while shrugging. “Writing. More writing. I hope to finish this weekend. Why? Did you need me to take you somewhere?” It amused Mick to see how she dug into her sandwich. Sometimes when she wrote she forgot everything else, including food. When her hands began to shake, then she’d remember and grab a bite to eat. Other times she did nothing but eat while writing. She kept a variety of snacks in her desk drawer— Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

white-chocolate pretzels, caramels, peanuts, chips. She shoveled food away like a linebacker, yet she stayed so slim, even delicate. Her metabolism astounded him. Settling his hip on the edge of her desk, Mick shook his head. “No, I don’t want to interrupt you today. Looks like it’s going well.” “It is. I’ve thought about this scene for ages. It’s a fun one to write. Really gruesome.” He laughed at that. “Then you stay home and finish up, but I do need to go out for just a little while.” “Without me?” “Unheard of, I know, especially with how I’ve depended on you.” He studied her face, seeing the hurt and something more. “You don’t really mind, do you?” She hedged, saying, “Why do you need to go out?” Going with a sudden inspiration, he touched the end of her nose and smiled. “It’s a surprise.” She flopped back in her seat and gave him a mock frown. “Not fair. What kind of surprise?” “Now if I told you that, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, would it?” She hesitated, fiddling with the crust on her sandwich. “You don’t need to buy me things, you know.” He nodded gravely, playfully matching her mood. “I know.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She didn’t look appeased by his response. “You sure you’re okay to be on your own?” “I’m a big boy, Delilah. “Ha! Don’t I know it.” Her lecherous grin had him laughing again. Damn, how he loved her shifting moods, how he loved…

Oh no. He pulled up short on his wayward thoughts, frowning at himself for letting such a deep insinuation intrude. He’d known her all of ten day; if he disregarded the two weeks prior to their formal meeting. He cared about her, more so every hour. No denying that. And he was drawn to her on the most elemental levels. But it was far too soon to be thinking beyond that. Far, far too soon. She mistook his frown and sighed. “Okay, I won’t play mother hen, but please don’t overdo it. It hasn’t even been two weeks since you were shot.” Glad of the misunderstanding, he nodded. “Cross my heart.” Mick was ready to leave ten minutes later. He reminded Delilah to keep her door locked and not to let anyone in when he wasn’t there. She was still skeptical about any personal threat, but she placated him by agreeing. She had few visitors, other than his friends, but she received mail from her publisher and agent regularly. She promised Mick she would be extra careful, and he finally left. He was anxious to get some answers, anxious to face the man who’d put a bullet in his back. The man who’d tried to kill Delilah. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The thought burned Mick, put a fire in his gut and a vibrating tension in his muscles. His sergeant had warned him not to overstep himself, to keep his cool, and Mick had agreed, even knowing it wouldn’t be easy. The case was out of his hands, turned over to Homicide, and they could have refused to keep him involved. But they’d agreed to let him in to talk to Rudy Glasgow, in hopes he’d be able to get additional information. Knowing Delilah would stay in her apartment alone all day made it easier to be away from her. She’d said she intended to write, and Mick believed her. Once she got involved with her stories, not much, including him, could pull her away. He found her intensity rather endearing. An around-the-clock watch had been placed on Rudy’s room, even while he’d been unconscious. As Mick approached, the present guard came to his feet and set his magazine aside. Glancing down, Mick saw it was a periodical on martial arts. He smiled. “Dawson, with City Vice.” Mick held out his credentials for the guard to verify. He nodded. “I was told to expect you.” “Has anyone else been in to see him? Has he talked to anyone else?” The young officer rubbed the back of his neck. “Far as I know, he made a call to his lawyer and told the lead investigator that he’d speak with you. That’s it.” “He called a lawyer?” “Almost first thing after waking up. I heard he was real insistent about it.” Mick supposed that with an attempted-murder charge on Glasgow’s head, getting a lawyer would be a huge consideration. “He’s doing okay now? They expect a full recovery?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Yeah. He’s a bit weak and shaky yet, and his leg is still healing, so they’re planning to keep him another day or so, but then they’ll ship him out.” The guard grunted. “If you ask me, he’s ready to go now, just dragging it out for the sake of a cushy bed.” Mick didn’t doubt the probability of that. He pulled the door open. The room was similar to the one he’d stayed in, only the shades were tightly drawn to keep it dim, and the TV played loudly. Mick took it all in with a single glance, then lounged against the wall. “You wanted to see me, Glasgow?” Rudy Glasgow glanced over at him. His face was pale, his eyes shadowed, testimony to his physical state. It didn’t move Mick one bit.

Rudy studied Mick for a long minute before grinning and motioning him closer. “I won’t bite. Hell, even if I did, I doubt you’d feel it, I’m so damn weak.” Mick refused to respond to that prompt. He went straight to the matter most important to him. “Why’d you try to shoot her, Glasgow?” He had to shout to be heard over the television, and it annoyed him. Rudy had soft sheets under him, plump pillows behind his head, a mostly eaten meal still on the tray beside his bed. Except for his elevated leg, wrapped in gauze where the bullet had struck, and the guard outside his door, he seemed to be pampered. It grated that a criminal—an attempted murderer— should be treated so gently. With a long, lethal look, Rudy said, “That bullet may have crippled me for life.” Mick bared his teeth. “No shit? That’s the best news I’ve had all day.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Screw you,” Rudy suddenly said, lifting himself forward in a surge of anger. He kept his tone low, his voice a growl barely audible over the sound of the TV. His right hand twisted the sheet at his side. Mick raised a brow, glad to see he’d riled the man. In his experience, information was always more forthcoming when your adversary was upset. The information he got wasn’t quite what he’d been expecting. Slowly, by tiny degrees, Rudy’s hand opened and he rested back on his pillows. He breathed deeply, as if that small fit of temper had taxed him, then a sardonic light entered his tired eyes and he actually chuckled. “But then,” he said, “she’s already doing that, isn’t she?” “Doing what?” “Screwing you.” He laughed again. Feigning ignorance, Mick asked, “What the hell are you talking about?” His laugh was bitter and mean. “That double-crossing bitch you protected. Oh, she covered her ass real good, I’ll give her that.” Impatient, Mick barked, “Turn that damn television down. I can barely hear you.” “You heard me just fine, but I’ll keep the set on so no one else hears. This conversation is between me and you. What you do with it after that is your own business.” “You planning on telling me something important, is that it?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Damn right. You,” Rudy rasped, and thrust a finger at Mick, “are making cozy with an accomplice.” “Is that so?” Mick forced himself to speak casu-ally, though a tightness invaded his chest. “And who would it be?” “The woman you protected!” “The womanyoutried to kill?” “She had it coming!” Finally, Mick thought, finally he’d get some answers. He summoned a pose of boredom, when inside he seethed with anticipation—and something else, something damn close to dread. He blocked it;he had to know. “How do you figure that?” “Because she was in on the robbery.” Mick laughed, though he didn’t feel even an ounce of humor. Rudy seemed beside himself. “Why the hell else did you think she was there?” Mick stayed silent, not about to encourage him. The man smirked. “My lawyer has been in contact with her, you know. He told me that she’s got you moved in and under her spell. She even bragged to him that you wouldn’t prosecute her, not while she’s

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twenty-four-seven. Protecting her, he thought… No, he wouldn’t let doubts intrude because of this scum! Delilah was an open, trusting woman. A gentle woman. Who drove her car into rivers and learned how to hot-wire cars. A woman who kept company with criminals… Mick shook his head. He knew every damn call she’d gotten. From her agent, her editor… But then, he’d just taken her word on that, when the strangers had called and she’d excused herself for a private conversation. “You know she’s a damn publicity hound,” Rudy continued. “Don’t you read at all? This is her biggest stunt yet, though we sure as hell didn’t know about her twisted ending until we heard the cops coming. Then we realized she’d tipped them off. There was no other way they could have known we’d be there.” Icy dread climbed Mick’s spine, chilling him on the inside, making his voice brisk. “A passerby claims to have seen you through the front window, and he called the police on his cell phone.” Rudy waved that away. “She set the whole thing up, including the guy who placed the call. Think about it—what was she doing there when she didn’t buy anything? And why the hell would a real successful writer live in that dump she calls home?” Mick had often wondered the same thing himself. But what did he know about a writer’s salary, successful or otherwise? And for that matter, what did Glasgow know about how Delilah lived? Feeling edgier by the second, Mick demanded, “Why tell me this?” “Why?” Again Rudy leaned forward, and this time he shook a fist. “Because I’ll be damned if I’ll sit here and rot while she goes scot-free!” “So you think I’ll go to the police and have them arrest her? That I’ll ask to have her prosecuted?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Cut the crap. You don’t need to go to the cops because youarea cop. I know it, and more impor-tantly,sheknows it, regardless of your lame act about being a PI.” Mick’s heart thudded to a standstill. How did this man know what he’d said to Delilah, unless Delilah had told him? Feeling as if a fist was tightening around his windpipe, he managed to say, “A cop?” “That’s right. You must really think she’s stupid, but believe me, she’s a clever one. She hadn’t counted on you being in the jewelry store that day. She’d told us she just wanted to take part in the robbery, to experience it because of her twisted way of researching things. We’d get the goods and she’d get her insight. She promised to pay us nicely for our trouble. “But then I guess she decided it’d work out better for her if she got rid of us. If anyone got wise to what really happened, she’d be off the hook. It would have been our word against hers, and she’s fast becoming a celebrity, while we all have records. Without any proof to back us, she’d have walked away with a ton of fresh publicity, and we’d all have done time.” “You still don’t have any proof—or are you stupid enough to think I’m going to believe you?” Mick had bluffed with the best of them, and right now he felt as if he’d gambled with his heart. “Just hear me out.” “Not if you’re only going to spout bullshit.” Again, Rudy’s hands fisted in the sheets, and his face turned an angry red. “When she realized I knew the truth about how she’d set us up, she saw you as a way out. I bet she came on real strong, didn’t she? I can tell by your expression she did.” Rudy laughed. “She figures you’ll protect her, but I want you to see justice done. That’s what cops do, right? They arrest the criminals.” Mick narrowed his eyes. “Or shoot them in the leg.” “Bastard!”

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His shout was so loud, the guard stuck his head in the door. “Everything okay in here?” Mick didn’t even look at him. “Get out.” Holding up his hands, the guard said, “Just checking,” and backed away, letting the door hiss shut behind him. Mick took a step forward. His heart hammered, but he kept his expression impassive, blank. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t take you apart.” “Why the hell would I lie? And think about it-how would I know all this otherwise?” “Your buddies who got loose?” He stood right next to the bed now, staring down at Rudy, fighting the urge to do him more damage. “We haven’t rounded them up yet—but we will.” Rudy groaned, but more out of frustration than pain. “Believe me, they’re long gone. Not a speck of loyalty in their veins. No, the only one I’ve spoken with is my lawyer, and he gave me some gritty details that just about pushed me over the edge.” Mick didn’t want to hear any details. “Give me the lawyer’s name.” “Not yet.” Rudy absently massaged his leg. With deep satisfaction, Mick watched the pain cloud his face. “Not until she gets what she deserves.” “Why would she tell the lawyer anything? It would only incriminate her.” The man shook his head. “He’s in love with her. He would never do anything to hurt her, including sharing this information with you. He only told me because he wanted me to understand that she had no intention of getting involved in this mess, that I couldn’t count on her to help me out.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Ah.” Mick made a tsking sound of false sympathy. “So you have no one to corroborate this ridiculous tale, huh? Too bad.” The sarcasm didn’t work as well as he’d hoped; he still felt ready to shout with rage. Theridiculoustale was far too close to sounding plausible to suit him. “I don’t need anyone to confirm my story. You already know it’s true.” “Not so,” he lied. “I don’t believe anything repeated by an attempted murderer and bungling thief.” The man looked dumbstruck, then florid with rage. “She really did get to you, didn’t she? I understand she wore you out that first night, drugged you, then used her mouth to put you to sleep. But you’re a good sport. I mean, you paid her back in kind, right, once you’d gotten a little rest and your friends had all gone home?” Rudy jeered, his voice grating down Mick’s spine. “For a wounded man, you were tireless, I’ll give you that. But then with her in the saddle, what man wouldn’t be?” A red haze of pain and anger nearly blinded him. “You son of a bitch.” Mick grabbed him by his hospital gown and twisted, lifting him a good six inches off the mattress. Disappointment threatened to buckle his knees. He had begun trusting her, caring about her, even lo— No! None of that mattered now. The only way Rudy could have known the intimate details of Mick’s first night with Delilah, especially the playful reference to riding, was if she’d told someone. And why would she do that unless what Glasgow said was true? He couldn’t believe he’d let his lust for her override his professional instincts. Anguish tore through Mick, obliterating his reason, filling him with bitter regret On the heels of those overwhelming sensations was refreshing fury, a reaction he knew how to deal with, an emotion that gave him back his breath—and his strength. He let the rage overtake him. He released Rudy with a wrenching motion that made the man choke and hold his throat. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick backed away, knowing he’d gone over the edge. He wouldn’t let her hurt him like this. He wouldn’t let her make him forget his duty, his responsibilities. Goddamn it, he’d been the worst kind of fool, but no more. He didn’t verify or deny Rudy’s claims, he simply turned on his heel and walked out, but he heard Rudy alternately gasping and laughing behind

him. Hot purpose drove Mick, made his steps long and hard and impatient. The guard tried to speak to him, but Mick’s throat was all but closed, his thoughts, his feelings agitated, even violent. He had to collect himself, get himself under control. And he had to see the lead investigator on the case. He had evidence to share—and he wouldn’t feel sane until he did. Delilah heard the knock and left her desk. Mindful of her promise to Mick, she asked, “Who is it?” “Josh,” a voice called back, and, leaving the chain on the door, she cracked it open. Not only Josh stood there, but Zack, too. They made a mismatched pair, she thought, seeing them both smile at her. Josh with his dark green eyes and blond hair always reminded her of a slick cover model. He had cockiness stamped all over him, and he knew his effect on women. She shook her head. His effect was wasted on her. She had eyes only for Mick, and she liked it that way. “Can we come in?” Zack asked. If Josh looked like a model forPlaygirl, then Zack, with his kind blue eyes and bone-straight, light brown hair, looked like a model for the Sunday ads, maybe for comfy house slippers. He looked warm and cozy, like a man meant for a family. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Josh was excitement. Zack was comfort. Mick was both those things and more. He was everything. Too quickly, he’d become so important to her. She held the door open so they could enter. “Mick’s not here.” They both drew up short, and Josh, in the rear, almost ran into Zack. “What do you mean, he’s not here?” Delilah shrugged. “He said he had a surprise some-thing or other to do and left at lunchtime, almost four hours ago. He didn’t want me to go along.” They shared a look. “You promised to stay in?” Josh guessed. She shrugged. “I had writing to do, anyway. But this overprotectiveness is getting absurd.” She gave them both pointed looks to let them know they were grouped in with the overprotective absurdity. After all, they backed Mick up every time he warned her to be cautious. She wondered how they thought she’d lived this long without them all looking over her shoulder, protecting her every step of the way. Zack put his arm around her. They were both overly familiar, treating her now as if she and Mick were a longtime couple. They’d come around almost every other day, and had learned to make themselves at home. “Grant the guy the right to worry.” “He doesn’t return the favor.” She didn’t mean to sound complaining, but it sure came out that way. “Meaning?” Zack asked in a gentle tone. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Meaning he doesn’t want me to ever worry and he looks annoyed if I do.” Josh dropped onto her couch. “‘Course he would. He’s a guy.” Del warned him with a look. “Your sexist attitude is going to get you into trouble someday.” At first Josh’s attitude had rubbed her the wrong way, but now she accepted him, even liked him. In small doses. Zack nodded. “I’ve told him the same, but this time he’s right. Mick can take care of himself.” She laughed at them. They saw everything in black-and-white, especially where men and their roles in life were concerned. Men were supposed to protect, to defend, to cherish. Even Josh, with his variety of girlfriends, treated them all as special. And Zack made his beautiful little girl the center of his life. That thought brought another, and she asked, “Where’s Dani?” She enjoyed visiting with the child. Dani wasn’t the average four-year-old. She was too precocious, too aware of her surroundings.

“Gone to the movies with a neighbor and her daughter. She said to give you a hug from her.” So saying, Zack pulled Del close and squeezed her, rocking back and forth. She laughed and pushed herself away. Never in her life had she been touched so much. Her parents, once they’d realized she was different, had given her space—not necessarily space she wanted, but evidently space they needed. They hadn’t known how to deal with her, so they’d dealt with her less. Not so with these guys. The less they understood her, the more determined they were to figure her out. And in the process, they coddled and cuddled her a lot. They made her laugh, made her exasperated, made her feel important, wanted. She enjoyed it all, the intimate, hot touching she and Mick shared, the friendly touching and camaraderie she got from Mick’s friends, and the emotional touching, the acceptance, the welcome. Not a day went by that she didn’t hear from one or another of Mick’s family or friends. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

It had never occurred to her how isolated she’d become. She wrote in a void, emerging only for re-search and publicity. But then Mick had saved her life, and in the process, changed it irrevocably. “When do you expect him back?” Josh asked, even as he picked up the TV remote control and started looking for a sports channel. Zack turned the television off. “Dolt, did you consider that she might be busy?” Josh glanced at her. “You busy?” Feeling rather conspicuous now, Del gestured at her desk, littered with small sticky notes and research files. “I was just writing the last chapter.” “Then we can hang out and wait for Mick?” Zack groaned. “Writing is work to her, you idiot. How can she work if you’re here disrupting her?” Josh looked totally bemused by the idea that he might be a bother to anyone, and Del relented. “Not at all,” she said. “I’ll enjoy the company. I really don’t know how much longer Mick will be, though.” She glanced at the wall clock and saw it was nearly five. “I thought he’d be back by now.” Zack glared at Josh, which made Josh raise his brows in awhat? expression, before asking, “You’re sure you don’t mind?” “I’ve been writing all day. My legs are cramped.” Then a thought hit her and she “said, ”I haven’t been out running once since Mick moved in. I miss it.“ Again they shared a look, and it was Josh who said, “It’s not safe for you to be out traipsing around until they catch those other guys.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “Who’s to say they’ll ever catch them? Am I supposed to stay cooped up forever?” Josh opened his mouth and she rushed to say, “Don’t answer that! I know whatyouthink already.” He grinned shamelessly. “I was just going to say to wait until Mick is completely healed and I’m sure he’ll run with you. In the park. Or someplace else that’s safe.” “But not here,” Zack added. “No, not here.” Del sat down on the couch next to Josh. “Why not here?” Josh frowned, measuring his words. “Being the intense writerly type that you are, you may not have noticed, but this area is pretty hazardous.” “Hazardous how?” He glanced at Zack for help. Zack sat on her other side. “Unsavory types live around here.” “Really?” “Well, yeah… you never noticed?” She chuckled at his disbelief. “Of course I did. I also noticed the variety of people who live here, old

and young, black and white and Hispanic, male and female, friendly and hostile. I love the atmosphere, the constant chaos. No matter what time of night I’m up to write, there’s something going on outside. People feed my inspiration, and I write better in places like this.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Zack reached over and tweaked a tendril of her hair. “You’re a nut, sweetheart.” She swatted at him, laughing. Josh agreed. “Most women I know want to avoid the criminal element as much as possible. You’re the first person I’ve heard who wants to embrace it.” I write about the criminal element, remember? Most of my mysteries revolve around a villain. Besides, I go where my villains go. And that makes for some fun travel.“ “Yeah?” “Yup. I love moving.” They were just getting into that discussion when Del’s doorbell rang. She glanced at both Zack and Josh, then started to get to her feet. Josh stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Mick?” Shaking her head, she said, “Not unless he lost his key.” Zack moved past them both. “I’ll get it.” Del smiled at their determination in keeping her safe. She didn’t bother telling them that she received a lot of special delivery packages from her editor. No, she just sat back and indulged them in their maleness. When Zack opened the door, she saw two people there, a man and a woman dressed in suits. The Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

woman gave a faint, stony smile. “Is Ms. Delilah Piper in, please?” “Who’s calling?” Zack asked suspiciously. At the same time, Del stood to better see. The woman looked past him. “Ms. Piper?” “That’s right.” Del started toward the door, but Josh kept pace at her side. The woman flipped open her bag to display a shiny, very official badge. “I’m Detective Darney, with the city police department. This is Detective Breer. Would you mind coming with us to answer some questions?” Josh bristled, eyeing the badges as if to verify their authenticity. “What’s this about?” At his tone, the male officer spoke up. “She’s wanted downtown for questioning. That’s all… for now.” Confused, Del asked, “Questioning about what?” Both Josh and Zack flanked her, and Del appreciated their solid, comforting presence. She felt off balance and a little frightened. Detective Breer ignored Josh and faced Del instead. “For possible involvement in the jewelry store robbery,” he intoned, his voice so deep Del felt her skin prickle. “What?” She thought she shouted the word, but it came out as only a vague, rusty whisper. Detective Darney looked sympathetic. “You’ve been named as an accomplice,” she gently explained. “But before any charges are filed, we’d like to talk to you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del had no idea what to do; she’d never faced a situation like this! She turned to Josh with a blank stare, hoping for direction. He looked furious and concerned. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be right behind you.” “Mick…” Zack gave her a squeeze. “We’ll get hold of him. I promise.” She nodded, reached for her purse, and then Detective Darney had her arm, leading her out the door. CHAPTER TEN

Contents-Prev|Next At least they hadn’t handcuffed her, Del thought with a struggling sense of humor to temper her despair. Her throat felt tight, her chest hurt and her stomach was queasy. She almost faltered as she was led through double glass doors and into a long corridor, but the police station wasn’t a place to make a scene. Detective Darney’s heels tapped on the tile floor on one side of her, while Breer’s heavy steps echoed as solid thuds on the other. They had her caged in— guarding against her escape? Absurd, almost as absurd as the interrogation room where they stopped. Detective Breer pulled a chair out for her. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Numbness seeping in, Del shook her head. The proffered courtesies, in light of the situation, were almost laughable. She drooped down into the chair. The plastic-covered seat squeaked beneath her. Her blouse stuck to her back from the heat and her tension, forcing her to lean forward. Sweat gathered between her breasts. The unmarked car she’d ridden in had icy-cold air-conditioning, but this room was hot, stuffy, closing in on her. Suffocating. Once while doing research, she’d been in a room just like this. She knew the procedure and the protocol, and tried to calm herself with the fact that she knew what to expect, though she’d certainly never thought she’d find herself in the position of being an actual suspect. Still, she wouldn’t panic. It was all a misunderstanding. And thinking that, she said, “If you get hold of Mick Dawson, he could explain to you that I was just a victim.” As if she’d summoned him, Mick strode in. He had another man behind him, and both of them wore frowns, but Mick’s was darker, and very grim. Del didn’t understand, and she couldn’t stop herself from saying in some surprise, “Mick!” and then, as relief washed over her, “Thank God you’re here.” His black-eyed glance lacked any emotion as he took a seat at the end of the table—a good distance from where she sat. Anxiety smothered her. Mouth dry, pulse racing, Del looked down the expanse of the table to Mick. It meant something, that awful distance he’d instigated, but for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine what. When he’d left her at the apartment that afternoon, everything had been fine. He’d even told her he planned to get her a surprise gift. Thinking this wasn’t exactly the surprise she’d hoped for, Del twittered nervously. The silly sound just sort of escaped on its own, a girlish giggle, a forerunner to hysteria, making her edgier. She slapped a hand over her mouth. She didn’t understand… any of it. She swallowed hard and reached for composure. “What’s going on?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The man who’d entered with Mick held out his hand. He was large and beefy, and had salt-and-pepper hair neatly trimmed above his elongated ears. Watery, pale blue eyes were closely spaced to an overlarge nose. His suit fit his square frame loosely, and a wrinkled tie hung crooked around his neck. He looked like a wonderful character, Del thought, someone she could put into a book. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking such inane thoughts at the moment, but all other thoughts cut like tiny razors, and her mind naturally shied away from them. She couldn’t bring herself to accept the man’s hand. He eased back, putting his hand in his pocket. The other held a clipboard. “Ms. Piper, I’m Detective Faradon, lead investigator on the robbery you were involved in.” He checked his cupboard, then rattled off the date and time and location. Del concentrated on finding her breath and centering her thoughts. She had to deal with this—whatever it might be. “Could you please tell me what this is all about?” Rather than sit, Faradon propped his hip on the edge of the table. Del expected the table to collapse

under his weight, but it held. She skipped another glance at Mick. He was staring at her with such stony concentration that it struck her like a physical blow, forcing her to flinch away. The other two detectives watched her as well. It was like being on display, or caught in a hangman’s noose, and it hurt. “Ms. Piper, are you acquainted with Rudy Glasgow?” She shook her head, then stopped abruptly. “Yes, he’s the man in the hospital, the man Mick shot.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“So you do know him?” “I know of him.” Her heart beat too hard, too fast. “I’ve read the accounts since the shooting. His name has been in the papers. He’s… he’s unconscious.” “Not anymore.” The man surveyed her through lowered, bushy brows. His expression turned speculative, calculating. Finally, he said, “He claims to know you.” Forgetting her sweaty blouse, Del dropped back hard in her chair. Her spine offered less support than an overcooked noodle. “He’s wrong,” she replied flatly. “He claims,” the man continued, glancing at his clipboard, “that you set the whole thing up as a publicity stunt.” Del’s gaze shot to Mick and locked with his. Neither of them blinked. Dear God, surely he didn’t believe such an idiotic story. She shook her head. “No.” “That’s it?” Mick asked, his voice harsh and loud in the closed room. “No other explanations?” Del searched his beautiful face, his once gentle face, and her heart crumbled. The flat, compressed line of his mouth, his locked jaw and dark flinty brown eyes showed his distaste. For her. Del winced with a very real pain.He’d already found her guilty in his mind. She wanted to reach out to him, to touch him, but she couldn’t. She didn’t think he’d let her. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Mick?” she whispered. His expression hardened even more and he looked away. It hurt worse than anything she’d ever felt. She murmured to his averted face, “I can’t believe you just did that. I… I really can’t.” He gave her another sharp look, but this time she dismissed him. Looking down at her hands, Del said, “I don’t know Rudy Glasgow, and I didn’t set up the robbery for a publicity stunt. I don’t do that.” “You have been known,” Detective Breer pointed out, “for your extravagant research tactics.” “Tactics that have never hurt anyone or broken any laws.” She felt hollow, stiff. Wounded. “I was there that day, as I’ve already said, to see how a robber would set things up, but—” “Isn’t that something of a coincidence,” Detective Darney asked, her voice soft in comparison to the men’s, “that a robbery would take place while you were doing your research for a robbery?” “Yes.” Del’s stomach churned with an awful dread. “It’s an incredible coincidence.” “You’ve spoken with him.” Del jumped at the lash of Mick’s accusation. She didn’t quite look at him when she asked in a small voice, “Who?” He rounded the table until he faced her from the other side, giving her no choice but to meet his gaze. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Glasgow. I saw him today.” He slashed a hand through the air, impatient, provoked. “He knowsthings.” “What kind of things?”

After glancing at the other people in the room, Mick narrowed his eyes on her. “Things you and I have done. Intimate details that he couldn’t have guessed at.” Detective Darney turned away. The men stared at her, their attention burning hot. Embarrassment hit her first, then a wave of remorse for what Mick had clearly thrown away. And finally her temper ignited in scalding sensation. It chased away the numbness and burned away the hurt. Her heart raced, her pulse pounded. Very slowly, she came to her feet. “I haven’t spoken to anyone about anything we’ve done.” “He knew it all, Delilah. He knewdetails.” She stared over his shoulder, her mind racing as the ramifications of that sank in. “Then he… he found out some other way.” “How?” “It’s not my job to figure it out.” She turned pointedly to Faradon. Sweat gathered at the base of her spine. She itched from the prickling of fear, mortification, loss and anger. “All of you,” she said, addressing the whole room, “you are looking at the wrong person. I don’t know Rudy Glasgow. I haven’t spoken with him.” “You’ve told no one?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She glanced at Mick, overcome with sadness. His distrust would not be easy to forgive, and he would be impossible to forget. But she had no choice now. “What we’ve done, Mick… well, it was special to me.” She got choked up and despised herself for the weakness. She wasn’t used to declaring herself in front of a crowd, especially a hostile crowd. And she didn’t delude herself; this crowd was hostile. They’d already condemned her. She cleared her throat and made a last stab to reach him. “I would never have discussed our personal situation with anyone, much less the man who shot you.” For a long, sizzling moment, Mick stared at her, and she held herself still, hoping he’d smile, that he’d tell her he believed her. That he’d apologize. He jerked away, cursing softly. His back to her, Mick ran a rough hand through his hair, and Del found herself stupidly concerned‘ for his injury. She could feel his tension, his anger. She ignored everyone else in the room. At the moment, the only one who mattered was Mick. What the others thought could be straightened out later. She said steadily, “If you just think about it, you’ll know I couldn’t have done that. That I wouldn’t have done anything like that. You know/me.” “Barely,” he said, still not facing her. She wavered on her feet. That he could say such a thing after everything they’d done together, after everything she’d felt for him… She called herself a fool, even as she begged, “Don’t do this.” His gaze cut toward her, accusing. “He said you were counting on our relationship to keep you safe from the law.” Mick’s insinuation was clear. He chose to believe a man who’d shot him in the back, rather than her. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Del forced herself to straighten. Later, she’d have to decide how to deal with her broken heart. Right now, she had to figure out what to do to make the detectives believe her. That had to be her top priority. But how? She looked around at them—and saw pity from the lead investigator, interest from Detective Breer and understanding from Detective Darney. Del hated it all, and accepted that they all considered her guilty. “Are you arresting me?” She was proud of her steady voice, the strength in her demand. Faradon tapped his clipboard against the table. “Not just yet. But I don’t want you to leave town.” “Fine.” Del turned to walk out on wobbly legs, but he stopped her.

“Ms. Piper?” She froze. “I may have more questions later. I trust you’ll cooperate with me?” She turned to face him. “The man wanted to kill me—or so everyone keeps telling me. Now that he’s come up with this outrageous tale meant to incriminate me personally, I have to believe it was a deliberate act againstme. Of course I want him convicted and his cohorts found. I’ll help you any way I can.” Looking a little bemused by that heartfelt speech, Faradon murmured dryly, “Thank you.” Del pushed the door open and walked out. Her neck hurt, her stomach coiled. Tears burned behind her eyes, and she fought them back. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She wanted to run, as fast as her legs could carry her. Just as she hadn’t known such wonderful elation existed until she’d met Mick, she hadn’t known anyone had the power to hurt her so badly. But she held her dignity intact and walked, head held high, back down the long corridor. She was more than a little aware of Detectives Breer and Darney following behind her. When she reached the front desk, Josh and Zack stood there, impatient and worried. Zack reached for her first, pulling her into a warm, tight embrace that was just what she needed, but not who she needed it from. “Hey,” he said, squeezing her a bit tighter, “are you okay? You’re shaking.” Swallowing back a choking sob, she nodded against his chest and allowed herself the luxury of being held by him for one moment more. Then she pushed away. Josh touched her cheek. “Mick didn’t return my page yet.” It took two attempts before the words would come out. “No need to page him. He’s here.” Josh and Zack frowned, their expressions mirroring each other. The irony struck her, and she almost laughed. Not only would Mick not help her, but… “He was the one,” she said, trying for a note of self-mockery in place of desperation, “who evidently brought the new evidence to the police.” Josh didn’t appear convinced. “Honey, are you all right?” “No, no I’m not.” Any second now she was going to throw up. Not because of Rudy or the robbery. She was innocent, and sooner or later they’d all realize it. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

No, she was sick at heart, and sick inside, because she loved a man who’d just turned his back on her, and she had no idea how she was going to recover. A deep breath, then another, didn’t really help. “Being that you’re Mick’s friends, not really mine, and being that he now thinks I’m a… Well, I’m not sure what he thinks.” She shook her head, understanding now why he’d kept his thoughts so private— because he’d never trusted her. “All I know is that it’s ugly, that everything has changed, and I have no doubt you’ll both back him up as you always do. So—” she fashioned a smile out of her stiff lips and tried not to notice the concern in their eyes, the caring “—I guess this is goodbye. It’s been swell, guys.” She hurried out front, with both of them rushing behind her. A taxi rounded the corner onto the adjacent street, and she jogged across the parking lot to hail it, just wanting to escape, to be alone—as she’d accustomed herself to being. She had the cab door open when Josh grabbed her arm. “Delilah, wait.” She looked up at him—and saw Mick standing in the station doorway. “He can explain,” she said, tears filling her eyes to the point where everything blurred. “Goodbye.” Josh had no choice but to release her. She didn’t look back to see them talking. She knew what Mick would tell them, what he believed, and she couldn’t bear to see them turn on her, too. She’d finally

gotten comfortable with them, accepted them as a part of her life, a disruptive, unruly, fun part. And now it was over. She dropped her head forward and covered her face.How? she wondered, wishing she could understand what had happened, how it had all gone so wrong in the blink of an afternoon. The man Mick had shot was no longer unconscious. And he’d told Mick something, found some way to convince him that she was involved. Mick had said he knew personal things, intimate things. That had to mean details of their lovemaking. Judging by the way Mick had looked at her,hehadn’t told a soul, so he’d assumed that she had done Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

the blabbing. To a criminal. To a man who’d tried to kill her and had shot him. And then the shock of it hit her. She felt chilled to the bone, shivering with realization, revulsion. The cabby pulled up to her apartment, and Del handed him a twenty, not even thinking about getting change, or how much she’d tipped him. She stumbled to the steps leading to her apartment and stared up at the front door. There was only one thing for her to do. She had to leave. Mick hated to admit it, but he was relieved to see that Josh and Zack had followed Delilah to the station. That meant she hadn’t been alone when the detectives took her. He’d regretted sending for her al-most immediately, but then he had a lot of regrets, and they all centered around her. He had to stop thinking with his emotions and start using his head instead. He turned to Josh as he approached, but wasn’t prepared for the solid pop in the left arm his friend delivered. “Ow, goddamn it!” Awkwardly, he rubbed his arm and glared at Josh. “That hurt.” “Good.” Josh looked ready to take another swing, this one at Mick’s head. “What the hell did you do to her?” “To Delilah?” Zack rolled his eyes. “No, to Queen Elizabeth. Of course to Delilah. She came out of here nearly in tears.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Notnearlyin tears,” Josh accused, his nostrils flared like a charging bull. “She was crying, damn it.” Mick hurt from his hair to his toenails, and not all of it was physical. The idea of Delilah crying only added to his pain, making it more acute when he’d thought he couldn’t hurt any worse. Dully, wishing he could undo the past, or somehow change it, he said, “She’s not who you think she is.” Zack went very still, then stiffened. “What did you do?” To see his two best friends rallying to her defense added one more bruise to his already battered conscience. He’d wanted them to accept her, and vice versa. But now it hardly mattered. In the briefest terms possible, Mick explained the situation. He hated going through it again, hated rehashing all the ways he’d been duped, all the ways she had lied. When he finished, Josh popped him again. Mick squared off, unwilling to let Josh’s hostility continue. “Will you quit that!” Pushing himself between them, Zack said, “Josh has a point.” “A point?” Mick stared at him, incredulous. “All he did was hit me!” “Because you needed to be hit,” Zack explained, always the cool one, always the peacemaker. “Jesus, man, you don’t know anything about women. I realize you don’t date much—” “Look who’s talking.”

“—but I figured you’d have picked up some things just from being around Josh, if only by osmosis.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“I know more than I care to,” Mick grumbled in return. He knew that he was a lousy judge of character, that he’d allowed his gonads to overrule his good sense. That few people could be trusted, but he was too damn stupid to learn that lesson. “Not,” Josh said, pressing forward again, “by a long shot.” Mick was amazed by Josh’s red-eyed, aggressive attitude, which went well beyond defensive friendship for Delilah.He was acting territorial. Mick closed the space between them in a heartbeat. “What the hell does she mean toyou?” “More than she does to you, obviously!” Again, Zack wedged into the middle, chest to chest with Mick, forcefully moving him a few feet away from Josh. “Quit baiting him, Josh. And Mick, he’s right Why the hell didn’t you talk to her privately?” “I’m a cop,” he reminded them, with an enormous dose of sarcasm and a chip on his shoulder so large his knees almost gave out “I’m supposed to bring in the criminals.” No sooner did the words leave his mouth than he winced. He sounded just like Rudy. Josh shook his head and all but shouted, “You’re also in love, you ass.” Mick stared at him, and wondered if he could reach him before Zack intervened. Probably not, judging by Zack’s watchful attention. Mick settled for saying, “Go screw yourself.” “Oh yeah, that’ll fix things.” Josh threw up his hands. “Do you have any idea how rare a woman like Delilah is?” Possessiveness bristled along his nerve endings, despite what had just transpired in the interrogation room. “Not more than a few days ago, you were calling her strange!” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Strange, unique, rare.” Josh shrugged. “But that was ten days ago, before I really knew her.” “You’re keeping count!” “She’s damn special.” Zack nodded. “Very special.” “Did either of you hear me?” Mick demanded in a shout, so frazzled and confused he knew his hair should be standing on end. “She’s dealing with Rudy. She was in on the whole thing.” Zack leveled him with a pitying look. “I don’t believe it.” “Neither do I,” Josh added. “If you’d talked to her privately, maybe she could have explained.” “She had a chance to explain in there,” Mick roared, stabbing a finger toward the station, “and all she did was deny any connection to him.” “Maybe because she has no connection, and maybe because you threw her for one hell of a loop.” Josh squeezed his eyes shut. “God, she looked so hurt, it’s breaking my damn heart, and I’m not the one in love with her.” Zack raised a brow over that, but refrained from saying anything. “She’s crazy about you, Mick. She trusted you.” Disgust filled Josh’s tone. “And you just tossed her to the wolves.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick looked away from the accusation in Josh’s eyes. “All I did was have her questioned.” “All you did,” Josh said, grabbing him by his shirtfront and shaking him, “is show her that you don’t care two cents for her feelings, that you don’t trust her and that you’ll gladly believe a man capable of murder rather than hear her side of things.” Put that way… Mick shook Josh off and paced across the parking lot. Heat rose from the blacktop in

waves, adding to his frustration, making him sweat. His first sight of Delilah in the interrogation room had showed her to be wilted, stunned. By the time she’d walked out she’d mustered up a bit of stiffbacked pride. But the incredible vibrancy that he’d thought an integral part of her had been gone. He shook his head, wanting to dispel the image of her beautiful blue eyes clouded with distress. “I was… sick when I got done talking to Rudy.” “Sick and stupid,” Josh sneered. Zack grabbed Josh. “Will you knock it off! This isn’t helping, and to be frank, I’m beginning to be a bit suspicious of your interest myself.” Josh glared at him, then at Mick’s questioning gaze. Finally, he shrugged. “If Mick wasn’t interested in her, I’d have been hot on her trail. So what?” Already on a short fuse, Mick exploded. “You miserable son of a—” This time Zack had to leap between them, shoving at both men hard to keep them from coming to blows. “You’re both causing a scene, damn it!” Around Zack’s body, Josh taunted, “What’s it matter to you, buddy? You just threw her away.” And then, as if that wasn’t enough to curdle Mick’s blood, he added, “I think I’ll goconsoleher.” Another struggle ensued, while Zack did his best to keep the two of them apart. Josh, muttering a sound Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

of disgust, finally gave up and stepped away. “Fine, you still want her? Well then, go after her. Butlisten to her. And don’t you dare make her cry again.” Mick, red in the neck and teeth gnashing, subsided as well. He didn’t really want to take his rage out on a friend. It took him several moments, but he finally got the words out. “You honestly think there might be another explanation?” They both nodded at him. Josh said, “I believe in her. She may be good at coming up with elaborate plots for her books, but she’d never hurt someone she cared about.” Mick wondered if, after what he’d just put her through, he could still be counted among those she cared for. “And no way,” Zack added, “would she take a chance on innocent people getting caught in the cross fire just for publicity.” Mick groaned, heating the ring of truth in their words. Josh walked away from them both and went to stand near a telephone pole. Zack squeezed Mick’s uninjured shoulder. “Yep, I’m afraid you might have blown it. Better to get there as quick as you can and start your apologies. If you give her too much time to consider what you’ve done, she may not be able to forgive you.” Mick stared at his feet. “I can’t imagine what explanation there could be. Rudy knew things that no one should have known.” “It would be easy enough for him to guess that you were sleeping together. That doesn’t take an Einstein.” “He knew… details. Specific details that went beyond—” “I understand,” Zack rushed to say, before Mick could stumble on. But Mick noticed there was a gleam of curiosity in his eyes too. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He straightened. “I’ll give her a chance to talk to me, one on one. And I hope like hell you’re right, that she can clear this all up.” “Ha. I think you better do more than that. You better get down on your knees.” Mick glared at him, but as he walked away, he didn’t rule out the possibility of begging. He’d never felt so miserable in his life—not when Angel had been threatened and he knew he couldn’t protect her, not even when his mother had died in a stranger’s shack, an empty whiskey bottle beside her. No, the

thought of losing Delilah was a gnawing ache that kept expanding and sharpening until his guts felt on fire and his chest threatened to explode. Even if she had been in on the scheme, he didn’t want to lose her. He’d find a way to keep her out of jail, keep her straight, even if that meant keeping her in bed, under him, from now on. Before he reached his car, he was running. It occurred to him with a blinding flash of insight that if his friends were right, if Delilah was in fact innocent, he’d just left her alone and vulnerable. Anything could happen to her. He stepped on the gas and made it to her apartment in record time. Josh saw Zack glaring at him and he grinned, though his grin felt more sickly than not. “What?” “Don’t use that innocent tone on me. What the hell were you thinking?” Forcing a chuckle, Josh shook his head. “I just worked him into a lather. He needed to be shook up or he’d have stood around here pondering all the possibilities, and by the time he realized we were right, it would have been too late. I saved him some time and heartache, that’s all.” “So everything was an act? You’re not hung up on her?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Josh winked, and lied through his teeth. “Not at all. You know I like to play the field.” “Huh. I know you’ve never had a woman show complete and utter disinterest in you before.” “True.” Delilah had gone from not noticing him, to grudgingly accepting him as Mick’s friend, to displaying a fondness that bordered on sisterly. From the start, she’d made her preferences known, and it had been Mick all the way. Josh laughed. “I tell ya, I can live without it ever happening again.” Zack turned to look at the road. “I hope Mick doesn’t kill himself getting over there.” “I just thought of something,” Josh said, and reached for the cell phone clipped to his belt. “Since we both know Delilah didn’t have any part of sharing that information, someone must have been spying on them.” “But how?” Zack asked. “Mick claims it was very personal in-the-bedroom stuff.” Josh grinned. “Yeah, I wish he’d elaborated on that.” Zack laughed, never guessing exactly how big a lie that was. The last thing Josh wanted to hear was the personal sexual details between them. It ate him up. Delilah, with her contrary ways and openness and brutal honesty, had stolen a piece of his heart. It was the damnedest thing he’d ever experienced, and while he was thrilled all to hell and back for Mick, he couldn’t help wishing that he’d found her first. He shook off his melancholy. Right now, all he wanted was for Mick and Delilah to be happy, and that meant Mick had to get her to forgive him. To that end, Josh wanted to figure out what had gone wrong. “You think someone could have seen in through the bedroom window somehow?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“I don’t know,” Josh admitted, “but I know who could find out.” Awareness lit Zack’s eyes. “Alec?” “You betcha.” He punched in a series of numbers and waited until the call was answered. “Alec Sharpe, please. Yeah, it’s an emergency.” Only a few seconds passed before Alec took the phone. “Sharpe here.” It would have taken far too long to explain, so Josh merely said, “Hey, Alec, this is Josh. Mick is kind of in trouble and you need to get over to Delilah’s apartment.” To Josh’s surprise, Alec didn’t ask any questions, didn’t ask for details of any kind. He said only, “I’m on my way,” and the line went dead. Zack looked at Josh as he closed the cell phone. “Well?” Josh shrugged. “He, uh, he doesn’t say much, does he? But he’s heading over there now.” He glanced at his watch. “Figuring he was at the office, I think it’ll take him about forty-five minutes.”

Zack frowned in thought. “With what I’ve heard about Alec, I wouldn’t be surprised if he made it in thirty.” Then they stared at each other. Josh shifted, looked up at the broiling afternoon sun and then the glare off his car’s windshield. He propped his hands on his hips and tilted his head at Zack. “You got anywhere you need to be?” After glancing at his watch, Zack said, “Not for a few more hours. Dani was going to the pizza parlor after the movie.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

They’d been friends so long, they often shared thoughts without words being spoken. “Think we should?” Josh asked. Neither one answered, then in unison they said “We should.” CHAPTER ELEVEN Contents-Prev|Next Mick sat out front for several minutes, stewing in his own misgivings. He hated to admit how much he hoped, prayed, that Delilah could come up with an alternate explanation. Even now he wanted to hold her, to tuck her close and tell her everything would be all right, that he’d keep her safe and keep scum like Glasgow away from her. He groaned. It was entirely possible that she’d set up the whole robbery, that he’d gotten shot because of her. It was even probable, given the facts at hand. Cowardly bastard, he accused himself, and jerked his car door open. He’d face the outcome, whatever it might be, just as he’d faced everything in his life, good and bad. He took the concrete steps two at a time. The long flight of stairs leading to the upper level didn’t slow him down, either. He bounded up them, anxious to speak to Delilah, to figure things out. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He started to knock, then decided to use the key she’d given him. She might refuse to let him in under the circumstances, so he unlocked the door and stepped quietly inside. The apartment was silent, causing his instincts to scream. Mick reached to the small of his back and pulled out his gun. He’d armed himself right after seeing Rudy in the hospital. He hadn’t worn the gun before that because he hadn’t wanted to make Delilah suspicious, and he was only a mediocre shot with his left hand. But he’d felt naked without it. Every light in her apartment blazed, and things were scattered everywhere—boxes on the floor, cushions pulled loose from the sofa. Fear for her clawed at him. Mick crept forward, away from the open door, then quickly ducked as the chopping block from the kitchen whooshed past him, barely missing his head. It fell to the floor with a clatter, the wood neatly splitting down the middle. He whirled and aimed. Thrown off balance by the impetus of the attack, a small body tumbled forward and landed against his chest, warm and familiar. Mick automatically raised his gun to the ceiling while catching her. He and Delilah stared at each other. Slowly, Mick lowered his arm to his side, watching her warily. She stepped back and away from him, then covered her mouth, breathing hard. “Ohmigod.” Her fingers over her open mouth trembled. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” All color had leeched from her face. Her eyes appeared huge and distressed. Everything inside Mick melted, all the suspicions and the worry and the anger temporarily replaced by the need to protect her. “Are you all right?” Seconds ticked by while they stared at each other. She shook her head again. “No.” That was all she said before turning away and heading for her bedroom. Obviously, no one else was in the apartment, given the way she went about her business. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick followed her into her room, and the first thing he saw was the suitcase opened on the bed, partially packed. His knees locked; his healing shoulder pounded with a renewed ache. “You going somewhere?” She didn’t look at him again, though her face remained pale and he could see her hands trembling. “Yes.” His throat tightened. “Where?” “I can’t tell you in here.” A frown pulled at his brows. “In here in the bedroom?” he asked, perplexed by her odd behavior. She shifted impatiently. “No, here in my apartment.” “You heard what Faradon told you.” He strode toward her, uncertain but determined. He wouldn’t let her get away from him. “You’re not to leave.” Her scathing glance stopped him in his tracks. “I can’t very well stay here. But don’t worry. I’m not skipping town. I’ll still be around for you to persecute.” “Prosecute,” he corrected automatically, then caught himself, realizing she’d said it on purpose. He clenched his teeth, counting to ten. Attempting a softer, more reasonable tone, he said, “I don’t want to prosecute or persecute you, babe.” She went to her dresser, picked up an armload of items and dropped them haphazardly into the suitcase. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Get out of my way,” she said as she started past him to the hallway. “What are you doing here, anyway? And why are you creeping around with your gun out? Were you going to shoot me?” She didn’t wait for an answer to that outrageous insult, but marched into the hall. “You know damn good and well I wouldn’t shoot you! I wouldn’t do anything to—” “Hurt me?” She stopped abruptly. “It’s a little too late to make that claim, isn’t it?” “Delilah…” In a hurry to finish packing, she rushed off. Was she leaving her apartment rather than throw him out? Did she think he intended to stay with her still? Actually, he hadn’t thought that far ahead, but the idea of leaving her, of not having her next to him at night, her soft body his to touch, her gentle breath warming him, gave him a lost, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He put his gun away, then knotted his hands to keep from reaching for her. She looked… breakable. Fragile. She stopped in the middle of the floor, as if uncertain what to do next. Her gaze landed on her computer, and she dove toward it with a purpose, quickly pulling cords and disconnecting the monitor. Mick used that opportunity to clasp her shoulders. Touching her made him feel better. “Delilah, listen to me.” She jerked away so violently, she almost lost her balance. “Don’t touch me,” she said in alarm, her eyes huge and round and filled with wariness. “Don’t you ever touch me again.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

They watched each other in silence. Mick was the first to finally speak. “Tell me what’s going on.” For a long minute, she stared at her hands. “All right.” She took a deep breath, met his gaze defiantly. “I fell in love with you. I trusted you. I knew it was too soon for that, but I couldn’t seem to stop it. And you’ve broken my heart. I really don’t think I can ever forgive you.” Her words were damn difficult to take, filling him with elation—because she loved him—and the heavy weight of sadness, because he didn’t know if he could do anything about it. He chose his words

carefully, watching her, gauging her reaction. “Because I turned you in?” Her eyes closed and a tiny, very sad smile appeared. “No, because you’d think that about me at all.” She looked at him again. “Here I was, letting myself go crazy for you, and you hadn’t really learned anything about me at all.” The need to hold her was a live thing. He barely resisted it. “Can we back up just a bit?” When she didn’t answer, he asked, “Why are you in such an all-fire hurry to leave now?” She gave a broken sigh. “And here I thought you were so smart. Smart and brave and honorable.” She reached for his hands and enfolded them in her own. Leaning so close he thought she would kiss him, she whispered near his ear, “I didn’t tell anyone anything. I figure you didn’t, either. That means my place has to be bugged.” Mick stood there, stupefied, watching her lean back, watching her wait for his reaction. Bugged? A stillness settled over him, slowing his heartbeat, squeezing his lungs.Of course her place was bugged . But it would have to be worse than that. Just listening wouldn’t have given anyone such specific details of their first night together. No, that was something that had to be seen, too. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Almost in slow motion, Mick looked around, heart pounding with acceptance. He caught Delilah by the shoulders. “Come on.” “Where?” “To my car. I want you out of here.” She dug in her heels, resisting his efforts. “I’m not your responsibility anymore. I can take care of myself, just like I’ve always done.” “We can’t talk here,” he insisted. And she added with a note of sadness, “We don’t need to talk anywhere. We’re through.” He hadn’t been willing to accept that when he’d thought her an accomplice; no way in hell would he accept it knowing she was innocent and in danger. And he didn’t doubt her now, not at all. Maybe he was too anxious to find an alternate explanation, one that didn’t incriminate her in any way. But this time he was going by his heart, by his guts, not by his damn pride or his conscience. He gripped her shoulders tighter, opened his mouth—and heard someone say, “Am I interrupting?” They both whipped around, and Mick shoved Delilah behind him. Alec lounged in the doorway, one black brow quirked in question, his equally black eyes speculative. Mick caught Delilah’s hand, dragged her resisting behind him, and stepped out into the hallway. Without a word, Alec followed. They moved to a corner and there, where no one could possibly hear, Mick asked, “What the hell are you doing here?” “Josh called and said you needed my help.” He looked at Delilah, his gaze speculative. “What’s going on?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Damn.” Mick quickly explained the possibilities to Alec. Several times Delilah tried to wiggle her hand away from him, but he held tight, and she seemed reluctant to make a scene. Alec didn’t appear the least surprised by any of it, but then he was a specialist when it came to espionage equipment. “Probably a Minicam,” he said. He put his large hand on the side of Delilah’s neck and bent to look her in the eyes. “You okay?”

She didn’t so much as glance at Mick. “I’ll survive.” Alec considered that, holding her gaze for a stretch of time, then shook his head. “I think you should go on home with Mick. Let me check things over here and… No?” She shook her head. “I’m not going home with Mick.” “Yes, you are,” Mick told her. “Alec, I just need a sec to talk to her.” Her gaze glued to Alec’s, Delilah bared her teeth in what she probably thought looked like a confident smile, but instead showed her tension. “I’mnotgoing home with Mick.” Alec raised his brows, waiting for Mick’s response. He was saved from that fate when pounding footsteps sounded on the stairs. They all moved at once, Mick again shoving Delilah behind him while drawing his gun, and Alec stationing himself in front of them both. Josh and Zack skittered to a halt at the sight of them blocking the hallway. “Uh, we decided you could use some backup,” Josh explained. Mick growled, knowing Josh thought he couldn’t apologize to Delilah correctly on his own. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Delilah mistook him, though. From behind Mick she muttered meanly, “Some watchdog you are if you need those two.” Mick turned to frown at her. Alec sighed. More footsteps sounded. Dane, gun in hand and arm extended, reached the top of the stairs in a crouch. Everyone blinked at him. Alec said, “You got my message.” “Yeah.” Dane came to his feet and tucked the gun away in a shoulder holster. “What’s going on?” Delilah stepped around Mick, glaring at all five men. “Do you all run around town armed?” Josh and Zack shook their heads. “Of course not” Alec, Dane and Mick said at the same time, “Yeah.” She turned away in exasperation. “I need to finish packing.” “Packing?” Josh asked, his tone filled with alarm. “You’re going somewhere?” Zack tried to step in front of her. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Alec caught her by the back of her shirt, then quickly held up both hands when she rounded on him. “Don’t slug me, just listen up, okay? You can be pissed off at Mick all you want. Hell, I would be, too.” “Me, too,” Josh and Zack said almost in unison, earning Mick’s glare. “But,” Alec continued, “you have to think here. Don’t go putting yourself in danger just to spite yourself. I don’t know where you intended to go, but with everything we’ve just found out, even you have to realize you need someone who can protect you.” Dane crowded closer. “Just what the hell is going on?” Mick groaned. “God, I’m getting tired of explaining this.” “Then let me.” Delilah drew herself up, and she wore the meanest expression Mick had ever seen. It relieved him, because at least some of the shock, some of the hurt, had been replaced. “Mick went to the hospital to see Rudy Glasgow.” “He’s awake?” Dane asked. “Yeah,” Mick said. “Unfortunately, he is.” “While there,” Delilah continued, “Rudy convinced him that I was part of his little gang, a criminal to be arrested.” Her tone was so nasty, the men all held perfectly still as if frozen by her censure. “You see, Rudy knew personal stuff—and no, none of you need details—about what we’d done here

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“In the bedroom,” Zack supplied, earning a hot glare from Delilah. “So, of course,” she practically sneered, “Mick had to believe the worst about me.” Mick swallowed hard. She’d have them all lynching him before she finished. Already Josh was seething again, and Zack kept giving him reproachful looks. Dane and Alec just seemed resigned. “Delilah—” “He convinced his connections in the police department to have me picked up forquestioning.” Everyone looked at everyone else. Dane ventured, “Connections?” Mick shook his head. “Never mind.” Delilah didn’t yet know he was a cop, and he had a feeling now wasn’t a good time to tell her. He had enough amends to make without confessing his own deception. “She thinks her apartment is bugged,” Alec finished for her, cutting to the chase, “which would explain things.” “Ah.” Dane nodded. “That’d make sense, I guess.” “It explains it better than thinking she had a hand in that damned robbery,” Josh pointed out unnecessarily. Zack elbowed him hard. Defensive, Delilah crossed her arms over her middle and repeated, “I am not going home with Mick. I can take care of myself.” “You know,” Alec said, his lowered brows making him look more than a little fierce, “this could have all Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

been a ploy. Why tell Mick you were involved unless someone wanted him to get angry with you, to walk away from you?” “Which would leave you alone and unprotected,” Dane finished for him. He nodded. “Someone wants to get to her, but that’s impossible with Mick watching over her. So they instigated this little separation.” Still determined, Delilah said, “I have a deadline.” “Good Lord,” Mick muttered, unable to believe she’d be concerned with that now. “I don’t have time to debate with you. I just want to get settled down and finish my work.” “Someone is after you, damn it!” Even when Mick shouted at her, she didn’t meet his gaze. She stared down at her feet and said, “I’ll be very careful.” She turned toward the apartment door, and again she got pulled up short. Josh, standing tall and resolute beside her, held her arm. “If you don’t want to go home with Mick, come to my place.” Raging jealousy shot through Mick. Growling, he took an aggressive step forward, and both Alec and Dane flattened a hand on his chest, stalling him. Delilah smiled in regret. “I can’t do that, Josh. I’d drive you crazy in an hour.” “Not so.” She shook her head stubbornly. “No, it’s out of the question. I wouldn’t consider imposing on you.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Then come home with me,” Zack said. “Dani would love to have you there.” “No,” She answered gently, looking a little amazed by the offers. “I don’t sleep regular hours, and I’d be disruptive and—” Dane shrugged. “You know you’re welcome to our place, or to Alec’s.” Alec nodded. “Absolutely.” “But either way, Delilah,” Dane continued, “you can’t be alone. It isn’t safe.” Mouth open, she shook her head. “I don’t believe this. You people hardly know me. You can’t really want me underfoot. And if there is some type of danger, I could be bringing it to your homes!” She

shook her head again, more violently this time, as if making a point. “No, I could never do that.” Dane turned to Mick. “Why don’t you go in with Alec and look around? I’d like to speak to Delilah alone a second.” “About what?” Mick asked suspiciously, afraid Dane might bury him further. He was beyond pleased that everyone had jumped to her defense, had rushed to assist her, but he’d have been happier if she’d had no alternative but to give him another chance. “About life and love and reality.” Josh grinned. “Can I listen in?” “No.” Dane caught Delilah’s arm and dragged her toward the steps. “This’ll only take a minute.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Delilah went grudgingly. Truth was, she didn’t know what to do. Her only plan had been to get out of the apartment. She felt… dirty. Not just from Mick’s impossible and hurtful accusation, but by the sickening possibility that someone had been watching her, someone had seen her making love to Mick. She shuddered with revulsion. Dane put his arm around her shoulders and stopped at the landing at the bottom of the stairs. It was slightly cooler here, but not much. She felt hot and irritable and irrevocably wounded. “You asked why any of us would want to take you in.” “I’ve never known people like you,” she admitted, glad for something to think about besides the invasion of her privacy. “We’d do it for Mick. We love him, and it’s obvious you’re important to him. He’d go out of his head if he screwed up this badly and something happened to you. I don’t want to see him hurt that way. He’s been hurt enough in his life.” The thought of Mick suffering because of her made her sadder than ever. Damn it all, she still loved him—and that was sheer stupidity on her part. Nursing her hurt, she said, “Yeah, he cares so much he thinks I’d get him shot.” “Men in love do stupid things. Our brains get all muddled. It’s not what we expect, and we don’t know how to deal with it.” “He’s not in love.” “Wanna bet?” “He’s never said so.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“In words, maybe. But from the start he’s been fascinated with you.” She scoffed, and Dane added gently, “Delilah, he took a bullet for you.” She shrugged off that irrefutable fact. When he’d thrown himself on top of her, he hadn’t even known her name, so he couldn’t have had feelings for her then. And since then… well, since then everything had been too fast. She was confused, so no doubt he was, too. “Mick is a hero,” she reasoned. “He’d do that for anyone.” Dane laughed. “I agree, he’s pretty damn heroic. But he’s still human, so you have to allow him some human faults. Like bad judgment on occasion, and jumping to conclusions. And acting before he’s really thought things out—which is what I think happened today.” “Do you have any idea how badly it hurts for him to think that of me?” Her heart, once full to bursting with love for Mick, now felt cold and hard, a dull ache in her chest. “Yeah, I do. I made the same mistake with my own wife once.” That got her attention. Delilah stared at him, fascinated. “It’s a long story,” Dane said, “and I won’t bore you with the details now, but I let her think I was my deceased twin, because I thought she’d had a hand in trying to murder him.” Delilah felt her mouth drop open, her eyes widen. “That sounds more outrageous than the stuff I put in

my books.” Dane winced. “I know.” Then he smiled. “I fell in love with Angel before I got around to telling her the truth. When it all came out in the open, she hated me. Or at least I thought she did.Shecertainly thought she did. Circumstances not a lot different from what you’re dealing with now kept her with me. And it gave us a chance to work things out.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You think I should go home with Mick so he can make amends?” “I think you should give your relationship every chance to work out the ugly mistakes. It’s not like you two met under normal circumstances. You’ve been shot at, he’s been wounded, someone is obviously after you for some reason—that’s enough in itself to make any relationship difficult.” “I guess.” Dane hugged her close. “One more thing. Mick wouldn’t risk his life for just anyone. From what he said, he was already mesmerized by you before the shooting. He’d watched you, and thought about you. I understand it happens that way sometimes.” She rubbed her face, so tired and washed-out and confused she could barely order her thoughts enough to keep talking. “I don’t know.” “You’re feeling muddled, too,” Dane pointed out, while gently rubbing her back. “All the more reason you should give things a chance. Go to his place, rest up, talk. I’m not saying to forgive him tonight, but at least let the opportunity exist for him to make it up to you. Give him a chance to explain. Who knows? Maybe he’ll say something profound and you’ll be able to forgive him.” They heard a noise and looked up the stairs. Mick stood at the top. Had he heard their conversation? His gaze on Del, he said, “We found something.” “We’ll be right there.” Dane put his arm around her and started her walking. “It’s been a rough day. Wouldn’t you like to go sit down and let your mind rest for a few minutes?“ Mick waited for them, watching Del closely with his intense, probing gaze. He almost seemed to be holding his breath, he stayed so still. “Delilah?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

The gentleness, the hope in the way he whispered her name, broke Del’s resolve. She nodded. “I’ll go with you.” He let out his breath in a rush. “But this doesn’t mean I forgive you.” He nodded. “I haven’t forgiven myself. For now I just want to get you settled and know you’re safe.” Then to Dane he said, “It’s an optic fiber Minicam. High-tech stuff, run from the apartment next door.” Dane halted in midstep. “Next door?” “Led in through the vents on the connecting walls.” He glanced at Del, and she could feel his suppressed rage. He held himself in check for her, but he was more furious than she’d ever seen him. “Which included all the rooms except the kitchen and the bathroom.” Thinking of the eyes that had been on her, watching her while she wrote, slept, while she made love with Mick, made her stomach lurch. In the next instant Mick was there, gathering her close despite the trouble between them. “I’ll find them, babe, I swear.” Giving herself a brief respite from her pride, Del rested her head on his shoulder. God, it felt good to have him hold her again. When Dane went ahead into her apartment, Mick led her toward Josh and Zack. He touched her chin,

bringing her gaze up to his. “I think it’d be best if you waited in my car. I’ll only be a minute.” Josh threw his arm around her shoulder—and Mick promptly removed it. He said under his breath, “You’ve pushed enough today, Josh.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Josh just grinned, and Del had no idea what they were going on about. “Have you ever noticed the neighbors next door?” Alec asked Del as he reentered the hall. She gathered her scattered emotions. Now was no time to fall apart. “I know most everyone else in the building, but I thought that apartment was vacant.” “Does your landlord live here?” “Afraid not.” She wrung her hands, still shaken by having her worst suspicions confirmed. “I can call him if you want to check it out.” Mick shook his head. “We’ll need to notify Faradon. He’ll get a search warrant.” Del looked from one male face to another. “So what do we do now?” “We get you settled and safe.” Mick’s eyes narrowed. “And then I’m going to see Rudy again.” CHAPTER TWELVE Contents-Prev|Next Delilah waited inside Mick’s house while he carried in her computer equipment, which she’d insisted on bringing along. Alec had checked the hardware and software for bugs and declared everything clean, so Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

there was no reason for her to miss her deadline. A severe headache left her somewhat nauseous, but she wasn’t sure what to do. She’d never been in Mick’s home before. Whenever he’d needed something, she’d offered to bring him home, but he’d always gotten someone else to take care of it. Now she realized why. He hadn’t wanted her inside his personal domain. That would have been too close to suit him. He wanted to keep her as distant as he could while still being intimate with her. And she, like a fool, had given him the perfect opportunity by moving him into her apartment. “Where would you like me to put it?” She turned to see Mick standing in the doorway, his arms filled with her monitor and keyboard, watching her. Josh and Zack stood behind him, loaded down with more equipment. Del glanced around and shrugged. “I guess the bar counter would work as well as anywhere.” Mick didn’t move, even though Zack and Josh were making impatient noises behind him. “You can use my desk.” “No, thanks.” She walked away. The last thing she wanted was to further invade his privacy. Almost an hour passed before they had her settled in. Dane had trailed them during the move, watching to make certain they weren’t followed. The whole thing seemed very cloak-and-dagger to Del. Despite her profession, she’d never expected to be on the receiving end of a real mystery. Mysteries were figments of her imagination, not reality. Mick’s house, moderate in size, probably forty years old, had a quaint coziness about it. Del stood at the kitchen sink looking out the window. His backyard faced a cul-de-sac, and some distance away she could see a pool filled with playing children, another family grilling out on their patio. It all seemed so… domestic. Hard to believe she was here because someone wanted her dead. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Zack slipped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head. “You’ll be all right.” She patted his hands where they crisscrossed her waist. One thing she’d realized through all this was that Josh and Zack were now her friends, too. She cherished that fact. “You think so?” “I know there’s no way in hell Mick’s going to let anything happen to you.” She laughed at that. “Oh, I dunno. He just might decide I’m a criminal again and hand me over to

them.” “Nope, ain’t gonna happen. You’ve thrown him for a loop is all, and believe me, that’s not easy to do.” He kissed her temple, then asked, “Did I ever tell you how hard it was to make friends with him?” She shook her head. “He was so closed off, so damned isolated from everyone and everything. Because the fire department and the life squad are located right next door to each other, Josh and I were friends before we ever met Mick. But we all ate at Marco’s and every day we’d see Mick sitting there alone. He’d just eat and leave.” It wasn’t a pleasant image, his self-imposed isolation, and Del’s heart softened in spite of her efforts to the contrary. “One day some guys came in drunk and started causing problems.” Del heard an odd note of enthusiasm in Zack’s tone. “They were loud, disruptive, making a mess and scaring off customers. It was interesting, watching Mick go on alert, seeing how he took it all in and waited to make a move, without even appearing to notice. A waitress asked the men to leave, and one of the guys stood and took an aggressive stance. There were four of them, but Mick never hesitated to jump to her defense. “He told the guy—nicely—to back off. A punch was thrown, and within seconds, Mick had the guy flattened. The others tried to rush him, three against one, but Mick didn’t havemyproblem handling them.” Zack chuckled. “He sure got Josh’s respect that day.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You two didn’t help him?” “He didn’t give us a chance,” Zack claimed defensively. “At least not with the actual fight. But afterward Josh insisted on buying him a drink—insist being the operative word, because Mick was hell-bent on keeping to himself—and the rest is history. It still took us half a year to get him to loosen up, to finally realize we weren’t in cahoots with the bad guys. But we’ve been pretty close ever since.“ “You’re saying Mick doesn’t come by trust easily?” “You have to get him there kicking and screaming-She smiled, thinking that a pretty apt picture. ”Why?“ “Now that’s something you’ll have to ask Mick.” “I’m glad you’re not tellingallmy secrets, Zack.” Zack gave Del a reassuring squeeze and turned to face Mick with a grin. “Just trying to help out” Josh stood next to Mick. “Good luck. I just got read the riot act for that very same thing.” “You,” Zack said, “had it coming.” Mick actually smiled. “You know, Zack, sometimes it’s hard as hell to tell whose side you’re on.” “I’m on the side of the right and just.” He saluted Mick. “I suppose you’re ready for us to make our exit?” “I wouldn’t be that rude.” Josh snorted. “He told me to get the hell out.” So saying, Josh went to Del and hugged her right off her feet. “If he gives you any problems, call me.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Over Josh’s shoulder, Del saw Mick’s expression harden, and she quickly disengaged herself. “I’ll be fine.” Josh teased, “But just in case…” Zack grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him away. “I need to get home for Dani, so we’ll see you both later. Mick, if you need anything, just let us know.” Mick didn’t answer; he was too busy watching Del. She shifted uncomfortably, then heard the front door close.Now what? she wondered. Mick came a step closer to her. She felt hemmed in by his imposing silence and the cold sink at her

back. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but he only said, “You look exhausted. Why don’t you take a warm shower while I hook up all your computer stuff? Or are you hungry? I can fix you something to eat.” She shook her head, very unsure of herself and the situation. “A shower sounds nice. But I… I don’t know where it is.” Appearing pained, he closed his eyes, then opened them with a rueful sigh. “I’ll show you around.” It was a two-bedroom house with hardwood floors and a small cream-and-black tiled bathroom. He showed her his bedroom, his air watchful, then the guest bedroom across the narrow hallway. Del peeked into both rooms. His dark gaze pierced her careful reserve. “You can use whichever room you want.” Unnamed emotions deepened his voice. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Where will you sleep?” “Wherever you want me to.” Well, heck. That put the decision back on her, and she felt too unsteady to force the issue at the moment. She gestured toward the smaller room. “I’ll use this one.” With no inflection whatsoever, Mick said, “All right. I’ll put your things in there.” He led her back into the bathroom. “Towels are in the linen closet right here, and shampoo and stuff is already on the tub ledge.” He started to turn away and she reached for him. The muscles in his forearm tightened when her hand closed around his wrist. “Mick?” He looked from her hand to her face. “Yeah?” Del wanted to groan. He was so stiff, so… formal. She had a feeling he was trying not to pressure her, but she wished he would… No, she didn’t know what she wanted. “Is there any chance they know where you live?” “No. We weren’t followed today. Dane made sure of that, and I trust him. And only my closest friends, and the people I work with, have my address.” “But…” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

In the briefest of touches, his fingertips grazed her cheek. “I’ve got a lot of explaining to do, honey. I wanted to wait until I got you here, so you couldn’t change your mind about staying with me. But now I think I have to come clean.” Del stiffened. “If you’re going to hurt me again, Mick Dawson—” “No.” His fingers tunneled into her hair, stroking her warmly. “I swear, I’ll do my best never to hurt you again. But what I have to say will probably make you madder than hell.” She could deal with mad, she supposed. “All right.” “Take your shower, get comfortable, then we’ll sit down and lay everything out in the open.” She wasn’t at all sure she liked the sound of that, but figured he was right. From here on out, she wanted, demanded, honesty. If he couldn’t give her that, they had nothing. Mick gave a satisfied nod. He’d managed to accomplish a lot while she showered. But then, she’d stayed in there forever. Too many times to count he’d wanted to check on her, to make sure she wasn’t crying or upset, but he knew getting too close to her while she was naked and wet would be his downfall. So he clenched his teeth and worked. He‘ had her computer, printer and fax machine all set up in a neat little organized corner. He’d,given her his own padded desk chair, and taken one from the dinette set for

himself. He’d hung her clothes in the closet, changed the sheets on the guest bed—a bed that had never been used. Canned chicken noodle soup simmered on the stove. He’d called his sergeant and explained things, and spoken with both Faradon and Dane. Unfortunately, the apartment next to Del’s was indeed empty, but they had been able to get some fingerprints. Running them would take some time. Mick had just finished cutting two sandwiches into halves when Delilah walked in. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her wet hair was combed straight back from her forehead and she’d pulled on loose shorts and a T-shirt. Barefoot as usual, she padded toward him and pulled out a chair. “I hadn’t realized I was hungry, but the soup smells good.” Mick was so tense even his knuckles hurt as he put some soup in a bowl and set it before her. They ate in silence. When she was almost finished, he said, “I’m not a private investigator.” Her head lifted, her eyes wide and cautious. “You’re not?” Because he couldn’t stop himself, Mick pushed his bowl aside and took her hand. “At first I lied out of necessity. I can’t tell everyone the truth, that’s just a fact of my job. Why I continued to let you believe the lie, I’m not sure. I told myself that we didn’t know each other well enough. Too many things didn’t add up.” He met her beautiful blue eyes and admitted, “Actually, I think I was just afraid.” “Of me?” He looked down at their clasped hands. She was so small boned, so delicate despite her height. She had a willowy appearance, and he wanted nothing more than to protect and cherish her. “It isn’t easy to admit, but you scare the hell out of me.” Time stretched taut while she pondered those words. She turned her hand in his and returned his hold. After taking a deep breath, she said, “Okay, so what do you really do?” “I’m a cop. I work undercover.” She stared at him, silent. “I’d just finished a bust when I met you, which is a good thing, since I don’t have a medical release to get back to work yet, and I hate turning over a case to someone new. It screws up the work that’s already been done.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Still holding his hand, Delilah rested her free arm on the table and leaned forward, her animosity and distrust replaced by curiosity. “That’s why you were armed?” “Dane and Alec really are PIs. But yeah, I never go anywhere without my gun. Used to be a gun would make you stick out as a cop, but these daysnothaving a gun would be a bigger giveaway. The world has turned into a nasty place.” She chewed her bottom lip. “What you do, is it dangerous?” “Sometimes.” Lying to her was no longer an option. “I mostly deal with prostitutes and drugs and gambling. Because of what I do, I live well away from where I work.” “I noticed.” Of course she had. Delilah was no dummy, he thought with a sense of pride. Even more encouraging was the fact that she hadn’t yet pulled away from him. He took hope. “Rudy knew I was a cop. He said you knew and had told him.” He felt her slight emotional withdrawal when she stated, “But now you know that isn’t true.” He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, trying to soothe her. “I assume he heard me on the phone, talking to my sarge while I was at your apartment” “Where was I?” “The shower, the bed, involved in writing.” “Oh.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Delilah… I’m sorry.”

“No, I understand.” “Do you? Because I sure as hell don’t.” Selfdisgust rose in his throat. “That first night I spent with you, I should have told you the truth.” “As I remember it, that first night I was too busy seducing you,” she said, her tone lighter, more accepting. “And here I thought I was the seducer.” Her face suddenly paled and she swallowed. “All the while, someone watched us.” “Don’t think about that.” Mick wanted to pull her into his lap, to hold her close. Instead, he redirected her thoughts. “If one of Rudy’s cohorts did hear me, they still wouldn’t know I was undercover. The station protects my identity.” Mick could see her researcher’s mind at work. She frowned thoughtfully and said, “I think I understand how all this works, although I’ve never interviewed an undercover officer before.” “Now’s your chance,” he teased, so relieved that she wasn’t angry, he almost felt weak. “You drive your personal car to the station, but then trade up for an undercover car?” “Not exactly. No uniforms ever know who’s undercover. There’s a special place where we switch cars, provided by the city. Once a car gets burnt up—” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Burnt up?” “Recognized.” She nodded and he continued. “Then we get a new car.” “Something old and disreputable?” she asked, her nose wrinkling at the thought even as her eyes lit up with interest. He shrugged. “Sometimes. But sometimes we get a fancy car. You never know. It depends on the case.” “You work with a partner?” “Not exactly, but no one ever works without backup. We all carry pagers and cell phones—another common tool among criminals, thankfully. If something goes wrong, we have special codes we can dial to get help fast.” They talked for over an hour. Delilah surprised him with her understanding. But then maybe it was just her desire to learn about his profession that swayed her. He told her about how wires could be detected with special devices that ran through TVs. If the TV reception got wavy, meaning it had picked up the wire’s reception, a perp might knew he’d been set up, and things could get hazardous real quick. Mick told her about his jump-out bag. It held a mask to cover his face when he made arrests, so the perps wouldn’t recognize him. And about his vest, which he wore even when it was ninety degrees outside. He described the SIG Sauer guns some punks carried, and the hollow-point bullets used to make a bigger wound. Everything he told her, no matter how gruesome, only made her curious for more. In so many ways she delighted him, excited him, alternately brought forth his lust and his protectiveness. When she started yawning, Mick stood to put their bowls in the dishwasher. “I think it’s time for you to get some rest. After everything I put you through today, you have to be exhausted.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He turned to see her rubbing her eyes tiredly. “I’m wiped out.” But she didn’t stand, didn’t make a move to go to bed. She just stared at her hands. Mick closed the dishwasher and stood at her side. “You don’t have to be nervous here, Delilah. My house is secure, and Faradon has someone driving by every fifteen minutes. You’re safe.” “I know.” Still she didn’t move. Mick knelt down beside her. “What can I do?” he asked. He searched her face, and wished like hell he had some answers. “I know I can’t make up for not trusting you, but I’ll do whatever you need me to.”

She stared at his hand on her knee. “You don’t owe me. What you did… it’s understandable. I just wish you’d talked to me first. Together we might have…” “I’m a bastard, I know.” He worked his jaw, then pointed out, “You haven’t yelled at me at all.” Her slender shoulder lifted in a halfhearted shrug. “At first I was too devastated to yell. Then too hurt. Now… well, now I understand.” “I’d feel better if you’d yell.” Her soft mouth curled at his words, which weren’t quite facetious. “There’s no point to it.” And Mick had to wonder if that meant she considered him a lost cause, not worth the effort of a good yell. Time, he’d have to give her time. “Come on. I think I’m ready for bed, too.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Looking at him through her inky lashes, she stood. He couldn’t decipher her mood, and hated the helplessness he felt. They went down the hall together, and Mick allowed himself to hold her for just a moment. He kissed her forehead and stepped away. “If you need anything, or want anything, I’m right next door.” She nodded. “Good night.” Mick stared at that damn closed door for far too long before taking himself off to bed. He doubted he’d get any sleep, and in fact, he wasn’t tired at all. His body hummed with tension, with leftover adrenaline. He left his door ajar so he’d hear her if she called out. Lying there in the darkness, he went over all the possibilities, but couldn’t come up with a good reason why Rudy would want her dead. It had to be linked to Neddie Moran somehow. It was just too much of a coincidence for her to have known Neddie before he was killed, and for Neddie’s death to have taken place so close to the attempt on her life. Mick turned to the bedside table and picked up the phone. Hitting the lighted numbers, he called Faradon. “It better be important,” Faradon grumbled. It sounded to Mick like the man was eating, but then Faradon probably ate a lot. He was as big as a bear. “Did you find any connection between Neddie Moran and Rudy Glasgow yet?” “Nope, not a thing so far. But then it could be Neddie knew one of the other guys, and without their names, we’re lost. The prints’ll probably help. Don’t worry, we’ll keep digging. We’re bound to turn up Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

something soon.” Frustrated, Mick had just replaced the receiver into the cradle and settled back when his door squeaked open. Delilah’s silhouette was outlined by the faint light coming through his windows. “Mick?” Mick’s body thrummed to life as he propped himself up on one elbow. Unless his eyes deceived him, she wore only a T-shirt. He forced the raw hunger from his tone and asked as gently as possible, “You okay, babe?” She crept closer, hesitated. “I don’t want to sleep alone.” Those softly spoken words had a startling effect on his libido, an even bigger effect on his heart. Mick lifted his sheet, inviting her into his bed. She hurried the rest of the way to him and slipped in by his side. For a second, she kept a slight distance between them. Mick didn’t move, didn’t breathe, and then she turned to him and gripped him tight, and all the pent-up tension inside him exploded. “Christ, I’m sorry, so damn sorry,” he murmured into her hair. His hold was tight and infinitely gentle. Del cuddled closer, comforted by his scent, the warmth of his skin… “You’re not wearing anything?” He stilled, then said, “I can put something on if you want.” “No.” She loved touching him, and she needed the feel of him right now. All of him. The hair on his

chest provided a nice cushion for her cheek, and she nuzzled into him. “Just hold me, okay?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He turned to face her, drew her closer into his body so that he surrounded her, protected her. Always. Del felt a fat tear sting the corner of her eye. God, he was always trying to protect her. “Does it bother you?” she whispered into the darkness, into the safety of his nearness. “Hell, yes.” His large hand opened on the back of her head, his rough fingertips sinking in to cradle her scalp, massage, soothe. “When I think of those bastards looking at you, I want to kill them. Icouldkill them.” Del sniffed and laughed and continued to cry softly. She was so damned confused. “No,” she chided, wanting to hear him, to borrow some of his strength. “I meant does it bother you that they sawyou. Your privacy was invaded as much as mine.” “I hadn’t thought about it,” he said. “At first I was just blind with…” “Rage? Because you thought I had lied to you?” He shook his head, then nuzzled her shoulder and squeezed her until she squeaked. “I hate to admit it,” he rumbled against her throat, “but you deserve the truth. Ugly as it might be, regardless of how damn asinine I feel about it.” “The truth?” “It wasn’t rage I felt first, but this awful drowning hurt.” He pressed his mouth to the skin of her throat, her shoulder. “There aren’t many people in this world who could hurt me. But thinking that you’d used me, that you were laughing at me… it knocked my legs out from under me. It was all I could do to get the hell out of Rudy’s hospital room without ripping him apart.” Del turned her face to his. “I’m sorry,” she said very softly, and meant it. “Oh God, don’t. Don’t apologize to me!” He sat up and switched on a light, shocking her, making her Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

blink against the glare of it. “You should slap my face, Delilah. Or curse me or… hell, I don’t know what. But don’t apologize.” She looked up at him, her eyes welling with emotion, and his expression crumbled. “Oh, babe, no, don’t cry.” That got her laughing again, a wobbly, pathetic laugh. “Don’t apologize, don’t cry.” She sniffed, and gratefully accepted the tissue he handed to her. She blew hard before continuing. “I’ve thought about it, and I can see why you believed Rudy. We haven’t really known each other that long, not long enough for unconditional trust.” She scooted up to sit against the headboard. “Trust doesn’t really come easy to me, either.” “Tell me what to do,” Mick said, touching her cheek to remove one lingering tear. “Tell me how to prove to you that Idotrust you.” She blinked. “Do you?” He settled himself beside her, and their shoulders touched. Del had the sheet to her chin, but Mick barely had it covering his lap. Even now, in a vortex of emotions, he stole her breath away. He folded his hands over his abdomen and stared at the far wall. “Damn right I trust you,” he said. “I think it was myself I didn’t trust all along. But you… almost from the minute I saw you, I wanted you. You drew me like no one ever had, and that shook me because I wasn’t used to anyone affecting me like that.” He glanced down at her. “It’s scary the way you make me feel.” Del lifted his left arm over her shoulder and curled into his side again. “Okay?”

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“Will you tell me about your childhood?” She felt him stiffen, felt the stillness that came over him, body and mind. “Why do you want to know?” “To try to understand. I’ve gotten the impression it wasn’t great, but that kid’s a part of you.” “No.” “You can’t run away from your past, Mick. All you can do is deal with it.” “I’ve dealt with it,” he muttered. Del knew she was pushing, but it was important to her to know all of him, the good and the bad. “Then you shouldn’t have any problem sharing with me.” To force the issue, she added, “Since you trust me.” “That has nothing to do with trust.” “Of course it does!” Again she twisted to look at him, but he pressed her head back to his shoulder. Del grinned. “You know, even Neddie trusted me enough to confide in me. He told me about his past and things he’d done, things he regretted.” This time Mick turned her face up to him. His fingers were hard, firm on her chin. “What things did he tell you?” “You first.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Delilah…” She only raised a brow, waiting. He sighed, gave a slight shake of his head and then kissed her forehead. He settled back, and though his pose was relaxed, she felt the rigid way he held himself. “Family services took me away from my mother twice. The first time it happened, I was about five. She’d gone out partying and hadn’t come back, and a neighbor reported her.” Covering her shock and her sympathy, Del asked, “How long was she gone?” “All weekend. In those days, other than her disappearing every now and then, it wasn’t so bad. The house stayed kinda picked up and she had a regular job and she still seemed to… like me.” Seemed to like me. Del’s heart cried out at the hurt he must have felt. She smoothed her hand over his chest and kept quiet. “They gave me back to her easy enough, and I was glad. Sometimes being with her was rough, but it was nothing compared to not knowing what would happen, or being stuck with strangers. My mother promised to take some classes, to get into rehab for her drinking, and voila—I was back home.” “Were things any better then?” He laughed. “They got worse, actually. She was embarrassed that her neighbors knew I’d been taken away, so we moved. She got a new boyfriend and started drinking even more, but she was careful to put on a good show for the folks who checked up on her. It was another couple of years before things really went down the toilet.“ Del cringed at the idea of something worse than a mother neglecting her son for an entire weekend, but Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

again she kept silent, wanting him to talk. “My mother had an affinity for drink first, and men second. She moved them in and out of our house, but none of them ever contributed, and most of them didn’t care to see me too often. Until I was about twelve, I tried to just stay out of sight. But then her liver went bad and she got really sick, and the guy who was with her at the time took her to the hospital. She had to stay awhile, and he skipped out, so family services had me again. That was the worst. I mean, at five I probably needed looking after. But

at twelve? I’d have been fine on my own, and when they finally let her out of the hospital I knew I had to take over or I’d get taken away from her for good. Not that I’d have missed her much, but…” He shrugged. “The familiar,” Del said, “is almost always easier than the unfamiliar.” “Yeah.” He smoothed his fingers up and down her bare arm for a few minutes, thinking. “I was bigger than her by then, so she couldn’t close me off in my room anymore or use threats against me. I could outran her, and smacking me hurt her worse than it did me. So I told her how things were going to be.” Del shivered at the harshness of those words, at the awful reality he’d faced at such a young age. “At twelve years old, you took charge?” “Damn right. And she listened, and did as I said, because she knew otherwise I could get her arrested.” “How?” “She had men in the house who were thieves and cons. She’d done a lot of stupid stuff while drank, including prostituting herself for drinks, gambling with money we didn’t have, accepting stolen goods in exchange for a room—usually to someone busy dodging the law. Our television, and for a while our car, were both stolen.” Del wondered if that was why he’d chosen to work Vice, because he’d already seen the other side of it. “A lot of the men would make big promises, some even to me. They’d talk about taking care of her, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

buying things, but they all lied. Family services lied, too, always telling me things would get better. And she was the worst of all—she lied every damn time she said she loved me. After that, she’d always tell me not to say anything to anyone because she’d be taken away and I’d be left all alone.” He laughed, a rough, humorless sound. “I knew it was bullshit all along. Whatever maternal instincts she’d had got drowned in a bottle early on. By the time I was twelve, she’d already pretty much wiped her hands of me, but my new conditions really finished things off.” He drew a long breath. “She did as I told her, and she hated me in the bargain.” Del hugged him tight “What, exactly, did you tell her to do, Mick?” CHAPTER THIRTEEN Contents-Prev|Next “We sold our house, which we were about to lose anyway, since she missed more and more work from drinking and couldn’t make the payments. I didn’t want to end up on the street, and neither did she. I checked around and found an apartment building— the one right next door to where you rent. It was a terrible area even then, but I used the money we made off the house to buy it, and the rent from the other apartments was income. I was in charge, taking applications from renters, collecting the rent, running ads when necessary.” “You did all that at twelve?” “There weren’t a lot of choices.” He smiled down at her. “But it wasn’t bad. Hell, it was the best it had been for a while. She stayed drunk and ran around with every Tom in town, but she knew better than to screw with the bill money. When I got old enough, I got a job and that helped, too. “When did you meet Angel?” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

His gaze brightened with a smile of genuine warmth. “She moved in when I was sixteen. Her first son, Grayson, was just a little-bitty squirt, and she’d been in a car wreck and was barely able to get around

herself. I helped her out, and she started tutoring me in the school subjects I had problems with. Angel was… she was the type of woman I hadn’t seen before. She didn’t lie or make things up. If something needed to be done, she found a way to do it.” Del felt more tears gather and quickly swiped them away. “I know she loves you.” “Yeah. She does. She thinks of herself as a big sister, or a surrogate mother, I guess.” Mick reached over and tweaked Del’s nose. “Now, you talk about a role model, that’s Dane. Alec, too. They’re both great guys.” She caught his hand and held it to her cheek. “They say the same about you.” Del kissed his palm, and he asked, “Delilah, will you forgive me?” She hesitated to be totally honest with him. She knew that she loved Mick, and she’d rather die than hurt him. But the night was quiet, the light low, and he deserved the truth. “I can forgive you, because I understand.”I love you too much not to. “But I don’t know that I’ll ever feel the same again.” He went rigid. “What does that mean, Delilah?” She wished he hadn’t turned the light on. She’d have preferred the concealing darkness, which made confessions so much easier. “Since the day I met you, I’ve seen you as bigger than life, a knight in shining armor, fearless.” He snorted. “That’s nonsense. Hell, I just told you,youscare the hell out of me.” She shook her head; nothing really scared Mick, she knew. And she certainly didn’t have that type of power over him. If she had, he wouldn’t have turned on her so easily. “I write about heroes every day, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

but I didn’t know they existed. I didn’t think any man would deliberately risk his life to keep someone else safe. I didn’t know a stranger would risk his life, not for me.” He frowned over that. “I saw you as…” she shrugged helplessly “…the best of everything.” Mick shoved away the sheet and stood. Gloriously naked, he stalked to the window and looked out at the black, balmy night. A large oak blocked what little moonlight there might have been. No leaves stirred; all was silent except for the bumping of her heart. The faint light from the bedside lamp threw a glow along one side of his body, causing shadows to dip and swell over his muscles and bones, exaggerating his strength, which she already knew to be considerable. She wanted to touch him everywhere. She wanted to eat him up. And nothing, not even her hurt, could change that. “I come from nothing, Delilah.” His voice broke the night, harsh and raw. “For most of my life, I was nothing. Despite how they feel about it, I’m like a stray that Angel dragged home and everyone accepted. I owe Angel and Dane and their whole goddamn family for showing me what family is, for letting me know how a real life could be, and for helping me to get that life. I owe them for who I am now. But if you stripped them away and left me with just myself, with just the bare bones ofme, I’d be back at square one. And that sure as hell isn’t a white knight.” “No!” She struggled to her knees, clutching the sheet to her throat. “You are who you are, Mick Dawson, a strong, capable man with or without anyone else.” He whirled around. “I am not a damn hero.” He looked livid, his eyes red, his nostrils flaring. Del stared. “Don’t you dare put me on some fucking pedestal,” he growled, “because I’m guaranteed to fall off. I’m human, and I blunder my way through life just like everyone else.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

When she remained silent, wide-eyed and stunned, he stomped back to the bed, caught her upper arms and lifted her from the mattress, causing her sheet to fall. She worried for his injured shoulder, and his

injured soul. “You thought I was impervious to cold, too, that I had insides made of iron.” Del sputtered. “Don’t bring up my coffee now!” “You don’t know what I go through, how I fight every day to make sure I stay deserving.” Deserving of what? she wanted to ask, but she couldn’t. “Mick…” “To a lot of people, right and wrong are clear-cut values. But not to me. I force those ideologies into the front of my mind all the time—that a woman strung out on drugs is wrong, not just desperate. That a young man with a gun is a criminal, not a kid trying to survive. I don’t even know what a white knight is, but I know what the rules tell me, and I follow those rules to the letter.” Del swallowed her hurt. Looking at him, seeing his pain, hurt even more. “Did those rules tell you to protect me when you knew it might get you killed?” His jaw clenched; his entire body tightened. But his hands didn’t hurt her. She knew without a doubt that Mick would never, ever physically hurt her. “An officer has to take action when he sees a civilian threatened.” She barely heard what he said. “Did those rules insist you turn me in because you thought I was breaking the law? Or did you do that because you thought I’d used you?” He tipped his head back and groaned. “Both.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Mick?” She needed to touch him, to, soothe him, but his hold didn’t allow for that. So she gave him the only words she knew that might help. “I forgive you.” His gaze jerked to hers, hot, burning, filled with relief, with satisfaction, greed, elation. She saw the pulse racing in his strong throat, saw the muscles in his shoulders quiver, saw the glaze of relief in his eyes. “I want you,” he groaned. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything. More than I wanted my mother to care, more than I wanted Angel to be safe.” He shook her slightly. “More than I want my next breath. But I’m just me, and if you try to make me more than that we’ll both be disappointed.” Del licked her lips. It sounded to her like he loved her, though he hadn’t quite said so. “Do you want me now?” He lifted her a few inches more until his mouth ground down on hers, bending her head back. His tongue thrust deep. Her body came into stark contact with his, making her aware of all his hard angles and firm muscles, and the long, hard length of his throbbing erection. Just as quickly his kiss eased and he gentled his hold. His velvet tongue licked, teased, then slowly withdrew. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against her mouth, nibbling on her lips, softening them. “I need you .” “Your shoulder,” she said in alarm, fearing he’d hurt himself. And Mick groaned again, a sound of half humor, half awe. “Even when I act like a marauding bastard, you don’t put me in my place.” His expression was less strained, and a half smile curled his mouth. “You’re something else, Delilah Piper, you know that?” “Something good?” she asked. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He smoothed her hair, stroked her lips with his thumb. “Something wonderful,” he whispered, and then he kissed her again, this time with such sweetness, such love, she didn’t even need to hear him speak the words. She couldn’t resist him. He’d tell her what she wanted to hear sooner or later, but for tonight she had him, she had his confidences, and that was more than enough. The second Mick awoke, he knew the other side of the bed was empty. He sat up in a rush, panic

closing in—and saw Delilah sitting in the chair by the window. He eased back, but his heart continued to stutter and his stomach still cramped. “You couldn’t sleep?” A dark shadow made up her form in the gray, predawn light, and still he sensed her smile. “Watching you is more fun than sleeping.” He realized the sheet was around his ankles, and he cocked a brow at her. It was easier to breathe now, with her so obviously teasing. “Taking advantage of me?” “Yes.” Mick stretched and yawned. With his initial alarm gone, he realized he felt better today, less frazzled, but not completely satisfied. He didn’t think he’d be content until he had Delilah committed to him one hundred percent. And that meant getting a ring on her finger and hearing her say the vows. When she was officially his wife, then maybe he could relax. He’d made progress last night, though he hoped like hell she’d never put him through anything like that again. He hated rehashing the past. It shamed him, reminded him of how weak he’d been, how far he’d struggled. And whether Angel admitted it or not, he always knew he’d never have made it without her. If it hadn’t been for Angel, he’d be on the other side of the law right now, the one being arrested for God only knew what, rather than a cop doing the arresting. It was an emotional struggle he dealt with every day. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He heard Delilah sigh as he stretched his left arm high, and grinned. She was so blatant about enjoying his body, both by touch and sight. He was glad he hadn’t spent his life chasing women and screwing around like so many males seemed driven to do. It made their relationship that much more special. She was the only woman who’d ever lived with him. “I thought you’d be writing,” he said as he stood and went to his dresser to get some shorts. She turned to watch him. He knew his way in the dark, but still he flipped on the wall switch, wanting to see her better. She looked… dreamy. “I didn’t even think about writing.” He frowned, stepped into his gray boxers and went to her. She wore his shirt, and that turned him on. Of course, if she’d been wearing nothing at all, or the sheet, or her own T-shirt, he’d have still been turned on. She couldn’t breathe without making him hard. He stood looking down at her, dreading the question he had to ask. “Did I interfere with your work?” “How so?” He smoothed her glossy dark hair behind her ears, touched her arched brows. “You were so upset, I thought…” “Oh, no. When I’m upset, I usually work through it at the computer. Same when I’m excited. Or sad.” Mick shook his head. Not much got in the way of her writing. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“It’s just that last night was so wonderful.Youwere so wonderful.” She sighed again, a sigh of repletion and fulfillment, making him feel like that damn white knight she’d spoken of. Then she added, “I’ve been thinking, too, about Neddie, about some of the stories he told me.” Slowly, Mick straightened. “Let’s do this over coffee.” “Do this?” “I have a gut feeling that whatever you’re going to tell me will be the clue we’ve been missing. I need caffeine to digest it all, so I don’t miss anything important.” Delilah stood and did her own stretching. His pulse leaped. If this wasn’t so important… He eyed the bed. But no, itwasimportant, and he had to see to her safety first.

“This gut feeling of yours,” she asked, “is it like a cop’s sixth sense?” Mick put his arm around her. and led the way to the kitchen, flipping on the lights as he went. It was only five-thirty. It’d be another hour or so before the sun lit the sky. “I just know that somehow all this stuff is related.” She nodded, took a stool at the counter—evidently more than willing to have him wait on her, which he was glad to do. “I think it has to do with the story I’m working on.” “Your newest book?” He measured coffee and turned on the machine. She nodded. “You got anything I can snack on? I’m starved.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He remembered she’d been too upset to eat much the night before, and guilt washed over him. He scrounged around until he found her a few cookies. “I can put some eggs and bacon on, too,” he offered, and she accepted with a mouthful of cookie. “You talk while I cook,” he said. She waved the second cookie at him. “Neddie was trying to go straight, you know? A condition of his parole was that he continue to be counseled, and part of his counseling was to own up to the things he knew he’d done wrong. So he sometimes talked to me.” “You were supposed to absolve him of guilt?” “Not even close.” She chewed on her cookie, thinking, then shuddered. “He told me some gruesome stories,” she admitted. “Stuff I could never use in a book. It was too… real, and you know what they say about truth being stranger than fiction. But in a way, Neddie had this odd code of honor. He didn’t hurt anyone that he didn’t think needed to be hurt. I mean, he didn’t just choose innocent victims.” “He hired himself out, honey. He did what he was paid to do.” “I know.” She brushed the remainder of the crumbs from her hands and watched Mick lay bacon in a hot skillet. “But he only took jobs that his conscience would let him take. Like this one guy he snuffed —” “Snuffed?” Mick eyed her, appalled at the casual way she said that She shrugged. “It’s part of the lingo.” Didn’t he know it. “Go on.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Anyway, the guy he killed had some huge gambling debts, but Neddie said he took the job because the guy also abused his wife.” Mick made a face. “What a discerning fellow.” Delilah laughed. “That’s what I said to him. And he knew it was still wrong, but he said he half enjoyed beating that guy up and then dumping him for dead, because he hated anyone who would hit a woman.” “We’re in agreement on that.” In a voice as soft as butter, she said, “I know.” Mick poked at the bacon with a fork. He couldn’t take her hero worship on an empty stomach, so he steered her back to the subject at hand. “What does any of this have to do with your story?” “Well, Neddie told me that these guys tried to hire him to kill a man because the guy knew too much and wanted to come clean. They were afraid he’d turn evidence on them or something, so they wanted Neddie to kill him, then sink his car in the river.” Mick jerked around, staring at her. A limp piece of uncooked bacon dangled from the fork in his hand. “Neddie refused. Not only because he was out of the business and trying to go straight, but because he said he sympathized with the other guy. He said they were alike, both of them wanting to be legit, and there was no proof the guy would rat. After all, Neddie said he’d never ratted anyone out before.” This is it, Mick thought with a surge of triumph.This is the link. “I told Neddie about how I’d learned to escape a car that had gone into the river, and he said I couldn’t have escaped if I’d been dead before it went in.” Delilah tilted her head at Mick, her beautiful, light

blue eyes filled with a heavy sadness. “Is that what happened to Neddie? You said he was murdered, and I know he drowned. Did someone kill him, then drive his car into the river? The paper didn’t give all the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

details. I didn’t know you were a cop, so I didn’t think you’d know, either. After all, it was supposed to be confidential stuff for the ongoing investigation.” For the first time that he could remember since becoming an officer of the law, Mick didn’t even consider what was right or wrong. He set a cup of coffee in front of Delilah and pulled out the stool next to her. Their bare knees touched, his on the outside of hers. “Neddie’s wrists,” he explained carefully, “had bruises on them, evidence that he’d been tied up, though there were no ropes or anything on him when his body was found.” Delilah reached for his hand, and Mick squeezed her fingers. “He had a wound on the back of his head, too. The coroner said he’d been struck with a blunt object, knocked out just before the car went off the bridge— or possibly as the car went over. It’d be impossible to tell for sure, but as you just said, he wasn’t given the chance to escape the car and swim to the surface. We’re thinking whoever did it hoped the car wouldn’t be found until time and the natural effects of water and cold had done enough damage to disguise a deliberate murder.” “He had a suicide note in his pocket?” Mick nodded. “Yeah.” Her lips quivered, and she drew a ragged breath. “That’s exactly what Neddie described, what he said the men wanted him to do.” She blinked away a sheen of tears, and whispered raggedly, “I used that whole scenario in my book.” “The book you’re working on now?” “Yes. In the last book, the hero got away by keeping his head and doing the things I’d learned from submerging myself in a car.” Mick shuddered. He couldnotthink about that now. Somehow he’d figure out a way to temper Delilah’s more dangerous inclinations, without stifling her. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“But in this book,” she continued, oblivious to his turmoil, “he was knocked out, a suicide note planted on him, and the heroine had to save him.” Just like Delilah to twist things around, Mick thought But then, if any woman were capable of a rescue, it’d be Delilah Piper. He wouldn’t underestimate her on anything, once she set her mindtoit. It was an enormous long shot, but Mick asked, “That whole scenario is top damn close to the truth to be comfortable. Does anyone know what’s in this book?” She nodded. “Tons of people, I’m sure. Remember I told you I was on the news, discussing my current project? We talked about that whole scene. I… I was laughing about it, bragging that it could happen, and that a woman might indeed be a hero. I never once considered that I could be putting Neddie in danger.” “Neddie didn’t know about the interview?” “I don’t know.” She covered her face. “He died shortly after that. He… he might have died because of me. Someone could have heard that radio program, someone who knew we’d become friends, that Neddie coached me on my research.” “And they might have assumed he’d told you too much, and that you could repeat it.” If Mick thought he’d felt fear before, it was nothing to what he felt now. Someone wanted to shut her up, to make certain she couldn’t repeat details that might be incriminating. But he didn’t know who, and until he did know, until he could get the bastards, her life was at stake.

Delilah rocked slowly back and forth in her seat as the ramifications settled around her. “I’m to blame.” With a new fury, Mick tipped up her chin. “Wrong. Don’t even go there, babe. When you live the type of life Neddie did, then you run the risks. That’s just how it is.” “He was changing.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Maybe just a little too late.” Mick pulled her into his lap. “Did Neddie give you any names, anything that might connect him with the killers?” She thought hard, staring down at her hands. Slowly her gaze rose to his. “You know, he did say something, but I’m not sure it’ll help.” “At this point, it’d have to be more than we’ve got.” She nodded, her brows drawn. “He said the guys who wanted to hire him should have known better, because they’d been in prison with him in ‘86, all of them convicted for car theft.” It took several moments for it to sink in, before Mick allowed himself to believe. “Bingo.” “You think?” “I think it’ll be easy enough to check prison records. That might do it, with your testimony. Especially if the fingerprints from the apartment next to yours match up. We should have those today.” “Is that why they tried to kill me? They knew Neddie had been talking to me? They knew he’d… told me things?” Mick hugged her. God, she was precious to him. And she was also smart, so there was no point in hoping to protect her. Besides, he didn’t want her feeling guilty for Neddie’s death, not if he could help it. “The bruises on Neddie’s wrists showed that he put up a hell of a fight, that he tried to work himself free. But he didn’t make it.” Mick kissed her temple, her ear. “Could be they promised to let him go if he named everyone he’d talked to.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She shook her head, adamant in Neddie’s defense. “No, Neddie would never have done that, not if he thought they’d hurt me.” Her innocence amazed him. “How long did you know him, sweetheart?” “A few months. But we were friends, Mick,” she said staunchly. “That’s not enough time to really judge.” She leaned back and gave him a level look. “It’s longer than I’ve known you.” Mick scowled, not appreciating that comparison at all. “He was an admitted murderer A car thief. Those things are not synonymous with ethics, and any man could cave when his life was on the line.” “I won’t believe that.” Mick decided to let it go. She’d been hurt enough, and disillusioning her now wouldn’t accomplish a thing. “Let’s finish up breakfast and shower, then I’ll call Faradon. He should be up by then, and if not, well, he’ll get up.” “You really think any of this will make a difference?” “I know it will.” “I hope so,” she said. “I want this behind us. I want us to take walks in the park and go to the zoo, and I want to get back to my research.” Mick groaned. He didn’t know if he could live through her special brand of daredevil study. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

But he knew he didn’t want to live without her, so he supposed he’d find a way to get used to it. CHAPTER FOURTEEN Contents-Prev The phone rang while Mick was in the shower. He’d insisted that Del go ahead while he cleaned the

kitchen, and when she’d protested, he claimed it had to be that way. If he showered with her, they’d never leave his house. She accepted that he probably was right. With her hair still wet and her feet bare, Del picked up the phone. “Dawson residence.” “Faradon here. Is this Ms. Piper?” “Yes,” she said shortly. Detective Faradon still wasn’t one of her favorite people, not after the interrogation she’d been through. “We got the fingerprints back and have some photos to go with them. We’d like you to come to the station and take a look, see if you can ID anyone. How soon can you be here?” She bristled at his demanding tone. At the very least, she felt the man owed her a few apologies. “Actually, Mick and I were coming in, anyway.” She didn’t mention her new “evidence” because she wasn’t convinced it would help. Mick could explain everything. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

There was a pause, then he asked, “How soon?” “Mick is about done showering now. I’d say we’ll leave here in the next fifteen minutes.” “I’ll be waiting,” he said, and rudely hung up. A few minutes later Mick came out looking nicely rugged and sexy as sin in faded, well-worn jeans and a soft gray T-shirt. He wore scuffed, lace-up black boots. As Del watched, he checked his gun. She inched closer. “Can I see?” He glanced up. “What? My gun?” Nodding, she said, “A Smith & Wesson, right? Semiautomatic?” Mick held the gun out of her reach. “No one touches my gun but me.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to fire it. And I do know a little about guns.” “Research, I suppose?” “Yes.” “Well, then you know enough to understand how dangerous they are.” With a dexterity that proved how quickly he was healing, he tucked the gun into a holster at the small of his back, and smoothed his T-shirt over it. “And,” he said again, “noonetouches my gun but me.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Fine. Whatever.” He caught her before she could turn away, and kissed her neck. It was shameful, but she immediately softened, just as he’d probably known she would. “Who was on the phone?” he asked against her throat. Sometimes it was annoying, loving Mick. She couldn’t seem to stay angry with him, especially when he kissed her. “Your buddy, Faradon.” “He’s not my buddy, he’s just the lead investigator on the robbery and shooting.” He kissed her again, this time nuzzling beneath her ear. It felt like her toes melted. “What did he want?” Struggling to get her brain in gear, she succeeded in saying, “He has fingerprints and photos, and he wants us to come take a look for a positive ID.” Stepping back from her, Mick looked at the chunky black watch on his wrist. “Hell, it’s barely eight o’clock. He’s at it early.” Feeling hopeful for the first time, Del asked, “Do you think that means we’re close to having this wrapped up?” Mick took her arm and headed for the door. “Even with an ID, we’d still have to get hold of them, but it’d sure make it easier to track the bastards down. It’s tougher to hide when everyone knows who you are. There’s also the possibility that Rudy’ll be more willing to talk once we have names.” The sun never did quite rise. Instead, as they stepped outside, they saw that fat purple clouds had rolled in, leaving the air heavy with the scent of rain. In the distance, lightning flickered.

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Mick cursed. “Did you want to grab a jacket or umbrella?” “I won’t melt.” She saw his surprise, then his smile, as he opened the car door for her. “I’d forgotten your affinity for rain,” he said. When she raised a brow, he explained, “The day I finally met you, the day of the robbery. Everyone else had an umbrella, but you didn’t even seem to notice how soaked you’d gotten.” He slid his hand over her waist and squeezed suggestively. “I noticed.” Del smiled at that. It was nice being reminded that the awesome attraction went both ways. If Mick had indeed noticed her when she looked like a used rag mop, then his interest was as keen as hers. Maybe more so, because she hadn’t paid him a bit of mind until the shooting. Once he folded his big body behind the wheel, she told him, “I love running in the drizzling rain. It’s peaceful and it stimulates my muse.” He started to make a nasty crack, no doubt about stimulating her, and Del elbowed him. They both laughed and she thought how nice it was, how right, to be with Mick this way. She wondered, once everything was settled, what would happen. When it was no longer necessary for her to stay with him for protection, would he ask her to leave? Would he ask her to stay? Half an hour later she was still pondering that when the sky opened up. No slight drizzle this, but a raging summer storm full of power. The stuffy, humid air came alive with electricity, crackling and snapping all around them. Trees bent and dipped, leaves and debris danced across the rain-washed roadways. Del slanted Mick a look. “Rainstorms are sexy,” she whispered. “You’re sexy. Rain or no rain,” he replied, keeping his gaze on the road. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She grinned, about to tell him how she’d like to spend the afternoon once they finished at the station, when they were blinded by a sudden glare. In the darkness of the morning storm, an approaching car’s bright lights reflected off Mick’s door. He flinched, throwing up a hand, but it didn’t help. The car came from an empty side street, and rather than slowing, it accelerated to a reckless speed across the slick roadway, coming right for them. Mick glanced out his window, gripped the wheel tightly and muttered with icy calm, “Hold on.” The car struck the back side-panel, throwing them into a spin. Del’s seat belt tightened; she yelped in alarm, barely keeping her wits enough to twist around, trying to see what happened. At the force of impact, Mick first overcompensated, and the car slewed off the road and into the mud before grasping the slick pavement again. Del, assuming it was an accident—a result of the rainy conditions—wondered why Mick didn’t just pull over. She looked over her shoulder, wide-eyed, in time to see the other car straighten and shoot toward them again. Mick’s hand flattened on the top of her head, and he shoved her down in the seat. “Stay there!” The rear windshield exploded, glass flying everywhere. “Dear God!” Del held Mick’s thigh, her face pressed into his side. This couldn’t be happening! She tried to sit up, wanting only to protect Mick. “Keep down,” Mick barked, again flattening her in the seat. It suddenly hit her who was after them and why. Del felt another impact, this time to the rear fender of the car, and there was no way to steer out of it. The car swerved off the road, slinging mud and fish-tailing, and finally colliding with a scrawny tree, jarring them both hard. Mick’s head hit the wheel and he slumped. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Mick!” She screamed his name, scrambling to get her seat belt off, to reach him. Her heart leaped into her throat, her vision clouded with fear. Before she could reach him her door was jerked open. The thunderous roar of the storm intruded, along with a spray of rain and turbulent air. Hard hands grabbed her, yanking her back. She fought them, seeing the trickle of blood on Mick’s forehead, the stillness in his body. He needed help, a hospital! But already her feet were being dragged through the mud, and no matter how she fought, she couldn’t escape. The hands holding her only tightened with bruising force. Someone grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back. “Do you want me to go back and put a bullet in him to make sure he’s dead?” That voice was rough, familiar, and Del froze, choking on her terror. “No.” “Then come along and be quiet.” A hard shove landed her facedown in the front seat of the other car, and she barely had time to right herself before two men squeezed in around her. The battered car had been left running, idling roughly. The interior smelled of smoke and stale liquor. It was dirty, cluttered. The man on her right pressed a gun to her ribs, hard enough to make her groan, and with enough intent to scare her witless. She recognized them as the same men from the jewelry store—the men who wanted her dead. “What do you want?” she asked around her fear, wanting, needing Mick.Dear God, please let him be all right. “Shut up.” The car lurched away, tires squealing, zigzagging with a distinct lack of caution for the weather and road Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

conditions. Wet tendrils of hair stuck to Del’s face and throat. She swiped them aside and twisted to see Mick’s car as they made a screeching U-turn and sped away. Right before he was out of view, she could have sworn she saw him lift his head, but it was hard to tell with the rain streaking the dirty windows and the strobing effects of the electrical, storm. Del closed her eyes on another silent prayer. Mickhadto be okay. The gun prodded her when they made a sharp turn, keeping her own* danger in acute perspective. She felt icy cold inside and out, and couldn’t stop the racking shakes that made her teeth chatter and her head hurt. Keep them talking, she thought. “How did you know where to ambush us?” she asked. Smirking, the man lifted his hand to his head, finger and thumb extended as if it were a phone. “This is Faradon,” he mimicked. “We need you to come to the station.” Her stomach roiled. “You had us bugged again?” Had these disgusting men heard Mick’s heartfelt admissions about his past? She couldn’t bear it “Nope. I didn’t overhear the call, Imadethe call. Your protector was rather accommodating, sharing his home number with Faradon and asking him to leave any messages concerning the robbery on his message machine. He didn’t want you to know he was a cop, you see, but he still wanted to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. The son of a bitch was determined to get hold of us.” He shrugged. “He called his house and took his messages that way, and you went on in blissful ignorance, thinking you screwed a PI, not a cop.” Reality sank in. One more lie Mick had told. Strangely enough, she felt more concern for his guilt, if he should find out, than she did for the lie. She understood him. She knew why he hadn’t confided in her. She’d meant it when she’d said she forgave him for that. “You got Faradon’s name and Mick’s number from a call he made at my place.” “That’s right. So, no, Faradon isn’t expecting you. He won’t send out the cavalry.”

Del looked through the mud-spattered windshield and saw they were headed toward the river. Not the Ohio—no, that would be too obvious. This was a much smaller, much dirtier river. But it was deep. And fast. Mostly isolated excepted for the occasional fisherman. But not today. Today the river was deserted. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

And she knew why they were going there. Do not get hysterical, she told herself, even as her breath hitched and her lungs constricted. She could smell the two of them in the stuffy, steamy interior of the car. She could smell her own fear and their excitement. Bile rose in her throat. They pulled off the main road and drove through a patch of weeds and scrub. A ramshackle outbuilding sat to their right, and a long wooden pier, probably private, stretched along the shore, then angled out into deeper water. The car bumped onto it, tires thumping along the uneven, weather-worn boards. Though they moved slowly now, edging nearer and nearer to the end of the dock, Del felt time speeding past her. A cabin cruiser docked to their right blocked them from view of the road. Over the river, lightning danced, temporarily illuminating the sky and emphasizing the blackness of the deep, churning water. They meant to drown her, to kill her and sink the awful, dirty car with her inside it. The driver laughed, reaching for her upper thigh and giving her a lecherous squeeze. “It’s a shame we have to end this so quickly,” he sneered. “Watching you with that cop makes me want to taste you myself.” Del slugged him. She didn’t think about it, didn’t weigh the wisdom with the folly. She simply snapped, then reacted on instinct. Using a technique she’d learned in self-defense classes, she brought her elbow up and back. Hard, fast. Right into his face. “Fucking bitch.” The driver grabbed for his bleeding nose and temporarily lost control of the car. The other man grabbed Del by the neck, squeezing as he shouted orders. In that single moment of chaos, everything became clear for Del, and she knew what to do. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

She ignored the fist clamped around her throat, making it impossible for her to draw air, and instead put her efforts into a hard shove on the driver. He lost his balance, and Del wedged her foot down to the floorboards. She found the gas pedal and jammed down. With a loud roar of the engine, the car lurched forward. The driver shouted, gripping the wheel, but Del had clamped both hands on it. They wrestled, but he sputtered blood and went blind with panic. The hand at her throat let go to grab her shoulder. It felt like her arm had been wrenched from the socket—but it was too late. The old car went airborne off the far end of the dock, suspending time and sound and reality, then dumped hard into the icy river with an enormous splash. Hissing and sputtering, the car tipped, engine first, and began sinking. Both men forgot about Del in their panic. They pounded at the windows, screamed as the blackness engulfed them and water began rushing in. Del concentrated on regaining her breath. Her throat felt crushed; it hurt to swallow, even to breathe, but she did it, slow, deep. The gun had dropped onto the seat beside her, forgotten. She tucked it into her pocket. The man to her right got the window open, and a great gush of frigid river water knocked him backward into Del. His elbow caught her shoulder, his foot dug into her thigh as he scrambled frantically to get to the window again, bent only on escaping the car. On her knees so that her head stayed in the pocket of air inside the car, Del inhaled deeply, then slithered to the back seat. Water closed over her face just as her fingers found the window handle. She thought of Mick, thought of everything she wanted to tell him, and did what she had to do.

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Going seventy miles an hour to diminish their lead, he’d called for backup. His actions had been by rote, because both his mind and his heart stalled the second he’d realized what had happened. He reached the river just in time to see the car sail off the dock and hit the churning water With crunching force. Terror blinded him. He wasn’t aware of slamming on his brakes. He wasn’t aware of the other police cars pulling up at the same time, sirens blaring and lights flashing. He threw open his car door and hit the ground running, his only thought to get to Delilah. The storm surrounded him, lashing his face, making his feet slip in the wet weeds and slimy mud. Just before he reached the end of the dock, he got tackled hard and then held down. He fought the restraining hands without thought, hitting someone, kicking another. “No, goddamn it,” Faradon shouted when Mick almost wrenched loose. “Hold him!” Mick barely heard. Three men gripped him, twisting his arms, making his wounded shoulder burn like fire, but it was nothing compared to the agony in his heart. They jerked him to his feet, and all around him men shouted orders, while sirens continued to squeal and blue lights competed with the white flashes of the storm. Numb, Mick continued to strain against the arms holding him. Faradon stepped up close. “We have a team preparing,” he said not two inches from Mick’s face. “Dawson, do you hear me? They’ll be in the water in ten minutes tops.” Mick shook his head. In ten minutes she would be dead. With renewed strength he lurched forward, taking the men by surprise. They lost their footing on the slippery, weathered boards and their holds loosened. Mick broke free. He’d taken two running steps when someone shouted, “Look!” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

A spotlight searching the surface of the water reflected off Delilah’s inky-black hair. She sputtered, coughed. Mick went into the water in a clean dive. With several hard fast strokes, he reached her. When he closed his hands around her, she at first fought him. “It’s all right, baby,” he said, spitting dirty water, “it’s me.” “Mick?” She dog-paddled, swallowed some of the water and choked, then cried, “Mick!” She clung to him. Mick felt so weak it was all he could do to drag in air. Then several men surrounded them, catching them both and pulling them to the docks. He hoisted Delilah up first. Faradon himself leaned down. “Give me your hands, miss,” he said, and Delilah reached upward. Sloshing, shivering, she landed on the dock, and someone rushed to put several blankets around her. “M-M-Mick?” He heard the shivering alarm, the need, and helped to drag himself out. Officers tried to cover him, too, but he wanted only Delilah. Weaving on her feet, she reached for him, and then he had her, tight in his arms where she damn well belonged and where she’d damn well stay. He heard her crying, and his knees went weak. He tangled his hands in her wet hair, knowing he was too rough, but unable to temper his hold. “I’ve got you,” he said gruffly, and crushed her to him. “Mick, c’mon, man,” said a gentle voice. “Let’s get her out of the rain.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

As if from far away, Mick heard Faradon speaking to him. He wrapped Delilah closer and allowed

them both to be led to the outbuilding. It was dry inside, that was the best to be said for it. Faradon stood there, looking slightly embarrassed. “We’re, uh, fetching some dry clothes.” Mick gulped air, swallowed choking emotions and a love so rich he couldn’t bear it. Delilah clung toy him, and he didn’t know if he’d survive the fear off thinking he’d lost her. He lifted his head. “The bastards who took her?” “We’re looking for them. If they surface, we’ll fish them out. If not, we’ll start diving until we find them.” Delilah struggled for a moment, and Mick loosened his hold. “Take this,” she said, digging a gun out of her baggy jeans pocket. She held it out to Faradon, and he carefully accepted it. “You disarmed them?” he asked, his voice heavy with awe. Mick pressed her face to his shoulder. “She can explain to you later.” Faradon didn’t look like he wanted to wait until later, but then a cop wearing a slicker stepped into the doorway. He held out a bundle of clothes, wrapped in another slicker, then nodded and excused himself. Mick said to Faradon, “Get out. And don’t let anyone else in.” Half grinning, shaking his head, Faradon said, “Right.” The door shut behind the detective, and Mick forced himself to loosen his arms from around Delilah. The small building was dim, crowded with boat trailers, ski equipment, tools. Mick bent, touched his Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

nose to hers and whispered, “Let me get you dry, okay?” She nodded. “I’m all right now.” “I know you are.” He strangled on the words and had to stop, had to draw in a shaky breath. His hands trembled as he stripped away her sodden blankets and started to work on the fastening of her loose jeans. “I lost my shoes in the river,” she said. Mick wondered if she was in shock. He needed to get her warm and dry, needed to get her to a hospital. He needed… Swallowing hard this time didn’t help. He hated it, hated himself, but tears clogged his throat. He felt unmanned, vulnerable. Without the gentleness that he intended, he removed her clothes and turned to rummage through the bundle inside the slicker. He found a loose jacket, two more blankets. “Lift your arms,” he murmured, and she obliged. The jacket, apparently donated by one of the officers milling around outside, hung to her knees. Mick shook out another blanket, this one thankfully dry, and draped it over her. Delilah clutched the edges together and said, “It’s not really cold. I mean, it must be eighty-Jive outside. I’m just chilled…” Her teeth chattered, making her explanations difficult. “Shh,” Mick said, and stripped off his own shirt so he wouldn’t get her wet. There was nothing he could do about his pants. He sure as hell wasn’t going to run around bare-assed. He pulled one slicker over Delilah’s head, then another over his own. “Let’s get you to the hospital so you can be checked over,” he said, deliberately concentrating on only one thing at a time. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Her fingers clutched at his arm, gripping the slicker with surprising force. “Mick, I don’t… I don’t want to go back out there yet.” His heart hit his stomach with her trembling words. He turned to her, opened his arms.

And she launched herself into him. “I was so—so scared,” she said on a wail. Mick wanted to absorb her into himself, to surround her always and keep her from ever being hurt again. Those damn tears got him again, and he squeezed her tighter, assuring himself that he had her, that she was okay. Rain drummed on the metal roof of the shed and wind howled through every crack and crevice in the aged boards. Then Delilah said something that made his knees give out. “I thought I’d lost you.” “What?” She sniffed, shook her head while tears mingled with the wetness on her cheeks. Her words were broken, scattered and rushed. “I saw the blood on your forehead and I thought you might be dead or dying. You’ve already been hurt so much because of me.” She leaned back to gently touch his face. “Are you all right? Truly?” Mick dropped to his knees and stared up at Delilah, not caring that he cried, having totally forgotten about his own cut head. “Youalmost died,” he groaned. “Oh no. I knew what I was doing.” She smoothed his sodden hair, her hand tender, loving. “I was afraid at first. Terrified really. But I kept thinking about you. I kept thinking what if I survived and you didn’t? When I realized it was you in the river with me, I went weak. I was… well, I was doing fine until then.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Mick pressed his face into her belly. The chill had left her body and she felt warm, smelled musky and damp, and he knew he couldn’t stand it, knew he was going to embarrass himself. He held her tighter but it didn’t help. Faradon rapped at the door. “You two about done changing?” “Go away!” Delilah yelled impatiently. “We’ll be out in a minute.” Faradon grumbled something, but he didn’t open the door. Mick felt her cool hands cup his face, but he couldn’t let her go, couldn’t unclench his muscles. He hated feeling like this, powerless and weak and… He opened his hands on her behind and squeezed her closer, grinding his face into her, trying to absorb her. He heard Delilah’s smile as she said, “I love you, Mick Dawson. More than anyone or anything, now and forever.” He drew a shuddering breath and rubbed his face over her belly, on her borrowed blanket, drying his eyes and attempting to regain control. He had to get hold of himself. He had to… “Tell me you love me, too,” she whispered. “I do,” he said without hesitation. Only a trace of tears remained in his raw voice, not that he gave a damn. Delilah deserved to know everything about him. “You do?” she asked. “So much it hurts.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“I don’t want you to hurt.” “Then don’t ever leave me.” “Never.” She slipped to her knees in front of him, still cupping his face. She kissed him, then kissed him again. She even smiled. “Will you stop calling me Delilah and call me Del?” His shoulders shook. “No.” “Oh.” She sounded surprised and disgruntled, and that went a long way toward helping him regain his discipline. Even at the worst of times, she amused him.

Finally she asked, “Well then, will you marry me?” He actually laughed, but it turned into a groan. “I was going to ask you, you know.” “Sorry.” He touched her face, her sodden, tangled hair, her small breasts and narrow hips and long thighs. “God, I love you, every inch of you. I’ll always love you, I swear it.” When she gave him a brilliant smile, he added with more strength, “You’ve stolen forty years off my life with that last damn stunt!” Her smile never wavered. She stood and held out her hand to him. As ifheneededherassistance to stand! He did. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

He still felt wobbly, but as long as he didn’t think about the moment that he’d seen that car go into the river… He shuddered, took her slender hand and let her help haul him to his feet. She put an arm around him and leaned her head into his shoulder. “I lost fifty years, leaving you behind in that car, bleeding. Nothing has ever scared me like that.” They headed for the door together. Just as Mick opened it, someone shouted, “I’ve got one of ‘em!” They followed the spotlight, and saw several cops converge on a man trying to crawl onto the muddy, thickly weeded shore. He was promptly handcuffed. It wasn’t until the next day that the police finally found the other man’s body and confirmed his death. But they had two of them, Rudy Glasgow and the driver. They also had fingerprints, both from the apartment next to Delilah’s and the gun she’d retrieved from the car. It was over. Del flitted from one person to the next. She loved being in a large family, even if most of that family was male and not really family at all. They felt like family, treated her as such, and they loved Mick to distraction. That in itself made her more than a little fond of them. At the moment, Angel and Celia were perusing Mick’s new bookcases, now holding her books. Del had pretty much taken over his house. His spare bedroom served as her office, and he’d already had an extra phone line put in. The kids were all outside playing, but they could be heard through the open windows. Every minute or so one of the adults went to check on them. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Dane and Alec were seated on the couch, Josh and Zack in adjacent chairs, all of them watching a sports channel. Now that Del was used to them, Dane no longer seemed so imposing and Alec was nowhere near as frightening. But they were still fascinating characters. Grinning, Del dropped down on the seat between them, using each hand to pat a hard masculine thigh. The two men looked at her warily. “Now that I’ve finally finished my current book and got it all turned in,” she said, “I’ve been thinking of doing a book about two PIs who—” Mick, who’d sauntered over to stand behind the couch, covered her mouth with a large hand. Delfroze. “If either one of you wants to remain in my good graces you won’t tell her anything about anything… dangerous.” Alec saluted Mick with his cola. “Sorry, but Celia knows everything dangerous involved in my job, and she’s been chewing Del’s ear for the past hour.” True enough, Del thought, appreciating both Celia’s forthright information and the way everyone had taken to calling her “Del,” once she’d explained that she only used the name “Delilah” for writing. Everyone except Mick, that is, who swore he loved her name as much as he loved her. The charmer. He even claimed “Delilah Dawson” had a very nice ring to it Del couldn’t wait for that to become her name in fact. Dane nodded. “Yep, I’m afraid you’re preaching to the choir here, Mick. You should have gagged the

women, not us.” Mick groaned with heartfelt sincerity. He’d promised to be understanding about her research, though Del knew he wanted to keep her in a cotton-lined box so she didn’t so much as stub her baby toe. Del pulled his hand away and tipped her head back to see him upside down. “How’d you sneak in here Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

behind me?” Mick rolled his eyes. “Sweetheart, when your brain is plotting, a herd of buffalo could tramp through and you wouldn’t notice.” Since that was true, she said instead, “But I thought you were outside playing with the kids.” “They did me in. They’re vicious little brutes who keep singing about how I was saved by a woman.” Del frowned, feeling a good dose of jealousy. “What woman?” Mick leaned down to kiss her. “You.” “Me?” He nodded, and Del said, “But I didn’t save you.” The awful nightmare of the car wreck, of Mick’s head injury and her dousing in the river was two weeks old now, but she still shivered whenever she thought of how close she’d come to losing him. Angel sidled up behind the couch, too, and hugged Mick. Celia joined her, resting her hands on Alec’s shoulders. Zack and Josh twisted in their seats to face Del. She felt hemmed in by them all—but now the feeling was nice, sort of comforting. She was surrounded by friends and family. Mick smoothed his hand over her hair, something she was now more than familiar with.“Of course you saved me,” he said. “You love me, right?” “Absolutely.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“There, you see?” Alec chimed in, nudging her with his rock-hard shoulder. “You saved Mick from being a cynical fool who didn’t believe in love.” Del looked at Mick again. With the way these people adored him, she found that hard to believe. “You didn’t believe in love?” she asked skeptically, but at the same time she thought it probably explained his reticence in admitting his feelings to her. Now, of course, he told her how much he cared in a thousand different ways—including the simple wordsI love you. Mick just smiled. Dane nudged her next, almost knocking her into Alec’s lap. “You saved him from being a control freak, too.” Del righted herself and laughed; Mick was still very much a controlling man, and she doubted that would ever change. Zack said, “You saved him from living his life like a monk.” With a very slight blush, Del said, “Okay, you got me there.” Everyone laughed. Mick was a voracious lover, and he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. Which she appreciated because she loved when he touched her. He’d also become a voracious reader. He’d devoured her books and claimed he couldn’t wait for the next one. She’d been nearly beside herself with his praise. Josh tossed back a drink, then asked, “So when is this wedding we’re all anticipating?” Mick frowned at his friend, but said, “I just got the church reserved for the first Saturday of next month.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“You’re all invited,” Del announced, “as long as you know it won’t be too fancy. No tuxes, and definitely no long white lace gowns.” She pulled her jeans-clad legs up onto the couch and hugged her knees. “I hate dressing up.”

“I’ll be lucky to get shoes on her,” Mick teased, and Angel promptly corrected him. She’d been with Del when the dressandmatching shoes were bought. Del noticed Josh heading for the kitchen, his head down, his hands shoved into his pants pockets. She smiled at Mick, rose from the couch and went to her friend. She found him standing at the sink, watching the children play through the window. “Josh?” He turned to her, but said nothing. “You’re happy that Mick’s marrying me, aren’t you?” He looked surprised, then wary. “Why?” “Because you’re one of his best friends. I don’t want to come between you.” That made him laugh. “You belong between us, honey. Mick’s a lucky guy, and yeah, I’m happy for you both.” “I hesitate to point this out, but you don’t exactly look happy.” “No?” He studied her face his green eyes dark, his slight smile crooked, chagrined. She shook her head. “Morosemight be a better word.” Mick’s arms slid around her, lacing over her stomach. “Defeatedmight work, too,” he said gently. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Josh snorted. Mick tightened his hold, surprising Del, then said, “There are plenty of women out there, Josh.” “Yeah?” Zack stepped up. “That’s right, and I intend to find one.” All eyes turned to him. Del grinned. “You’re bride hunting?” “Why is that such a surprise?” Josh said, “Because you seldom date? Because you’re the quintessential bachelor? Because no woman will ever come before Dani?” Del slugged Josh, making him jump and rub his shoulder while grumbling. Still frowning, she said, “Nogoodwoman would want to come before his daughter! Children should always be first. At least until they’re self-sufficient. Besides,” she added, patting Zack’s chest and smiling, “Zack has enough love for a wife and several children.” “One daughter is enough! All I want now is the wife to complete the set. After all, Dani is crazy about you, Del. It made me think about what she’s missing.” “Like what?” Mick asked. “You take great care of her.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“I try,” Zack admitted, “but she needs a female role model. Someone quiet and intelligent and sincere.” “And sexy?” Mick asked. Zack shrugged. “I’d rather she was domestic, if you want the truth.” “I wish you luck,” Josh said with mock sincerity. “I don’t need luck, because I already have a plan. And I’m starting tomorrow.” Mick and Josh groaned, but Zack just smiled, confident in himself and his eventual success. The rest of the family filed into the kitchen, including the children. Zack scooped up his daughter, hugged her tight. “Time for us to go,” Dane announced. “Tomorrow is a school day.” There were kisses all around, and everyone gradually left except Zack and Josh. Zack’s daughter had fallen asleep on his shoulder, her blond curls disheveled, her mouth smooshed on her daddy’s shoulder. Zack pulled Del close with his free arm and gave her a smacking kiss on the mouth. “Congratulations again on the engagement,” he whispered. He patted her cheek and stepped aside. Josh set down his drink and reached for Del, catching her shoulders in his hands. He gave her the softest look she’d ever seen from him, leaned forward—and Mick’s hand was suddenly between them,

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Laughing, Josh pushed him aside and kissed Del on the forehead. “Your future husband is a jealous lout, did you know that?” She waved his comment away. “Nonsense. He knows I’m crazy about him.” Josh and Mick exchanged a certain look that Del didn’t understand in the least. Shaking his head, Josh gave her a squeeze. “I’m glad you’re so happy.” Holding his daughter to his shoulder, Zack grabbed Josh’s collar and hauled him toward the door. “Let’s go. Dani is starting to snore, and you’re pressing your luck.” After they’d gone, Del asked Mick, “Okay, what was that all about?” “What?” he asked, pretending innocence. “That business with Josh. What’s wrong with him?” Mick looked briefly harassed. “Nothing that he won’t get over,” he said, and it almost sounded like a threat. Before she could ask any more questions, he took her hand and herded her toward the bedroom. “What do you think about Zack wanting a wife?” she asked. Mick lightly pushed her down on the bed, then covered her with his body. He touched her cheek, her chin, the corner of her mouth. “I think he’s a little jealous, too.” Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Too?” Mick kissed her. “Everyone knows I’m the luckiest man alive. When I think about the fact that you’re mine, I almost can’t bear it, it’s so incredible. I want to tell the whole world.” He smiled. “I love you, Delilah Piper.” “I’m lucky, too,” she said softly. “I have you. And I did tell the whole world.” Startled, Mick leaned back. “You did?” “Wait until you see the dedication in my next book. It’s to my very own hero, the finest man alive.” She cupped his face. “And everyone knows that’s you.” Mick frowned for just a moment, then his frown lifted and he shook his head. “Damn, I do feel like a hero. After all, the hero always gets the girl in the end, right?” Del laughed. “In my books, he sure as heck does.” Mick Dawson may be taken after being Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

CAUGHT IN THE ACT, but if you loved him, you’ll definitely want to catch up with his friends. You met Zack Grange, the sexy EMT and single dad. Now meet Wynn Lane, the amazon of a woman who moves innext door and turns his life upside down.Literally! Don’t miss Harlequin Temptation 852, TREAT HER RIGHT, in bookstores next month. And in November, Harlequin Temptation 856 brings you the unlikely but totally delightful coupling of Josh Marshall and Amanda Barker. She wants the macho firefighter to pose for a calendar… but MR. NOVEMBER wants a whole lot more! Here’s a preview of Zack’s story…

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Chapter One “You are A pain in the neck, Wynn, and a pain in the ass and everywhere else. But you know why.” And with a small laugh, “What b.s. to say I’m not attracted to you.” She blinked at him, so startled she almost toppled over. He shook his head. “You’re not blind and you sure as hell aren’t stupid. You know I want you.” “You do?” “I do.” He briefly kissed her, but it was enough to make her breathless. “Even now,” she questioned, “with us standing here in my kitchen and everyone else right outside? Even though I haven’t just jumped you and dragged you to the ground?” “Is that what you thought?” A sexy smile played with his mouth, making her heart punch. “That because you took me by surprise and actually got me flat on my back was the only reason I acted as I did last week?” Ignoring the part about taking him by surprise, Wynn nodded. The how and why of their interlude last week wasn’t important. Not right now when all she really, really wanted was for him to kiss her again. But he simply kept staring at her mouth while his big rough thumbs stroked her cheeks. That was nice, too, so she held still and didn’t dare complain or ask for more. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Wynn, you did take me by surprise, you know that, don’t you? You’re strong, honey, but there’s no way in hell you’d best me in a physical confrontation.” “Okay.” He laughed, a low husky sound, and shook his head. “You’re placating me.” And he kissed her again. “You’re something else, you know that? I’ve never met a woman who wanted a man, yet continued to insult his manhood with every other breath.” “Your, ah, manhood?” Her gaze skipped down his body to his lap. He lifted her chin, keeping her from that erotic perusal while making a “tsking” sound. “My machismo,” he explained, “my masculinity.” He tipped her face up and kissed her throat, the soft spot beneath her ear. Wynn’s toes curled inside her gym shoes. “One of these days,” he added while licking her ear and driving her insane, “I’m going to prove it to you.” “Yes.” She had no idea what he wanted to prove, but whatever it might be, she was all for it. His laugh was a little more robust this time. He looked at her, studied her dazed eyes and nodded. “All right. So, the challenge is made. What am I to do? I’m just a man after all, and I can only take so much without caving in.” He said all that with a wicked smile. “What?” she said. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

“Will you be at your hammock tonight?” That caught her attention. Hope and excitement flared inside her. “Yes. Sure, of course.” “So anxious.” He grinned and kissed her bottom lip. “I know this is wrong, I swear I do. But damn I want you. You’re making me nuts, woman.” His machismo sounded just fine to her attuned ears. She smiled dreamily. “You’re making me nuts, too. I tried to leave you alone, to let you get used to the idea of me…” “Ha!” Shaking his head, smiling, Zack said, “That’d take a lifetime.” She liked the sound of that. A lifetime with Zack. With each day, with every damn minute, she was

more attracted to him, in a million different ways. Seeing her expression, his hands gentled and he waggled her head. “Wynn, I’m not making any promises about anything. If we meet tonight, it’s strictly for sex.” Her hopes plummeted, but the excitement was still there. She bit her lip, undecided what to do. On the one hand, she’d never been a woman for casual sex. But on the other, she’d never wanted a man like she wanted Zack.