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A muscle ticked in his jaw. “It’s fine. Like I said, haven’t liked anyone close to me for a long time.”

A part of her brain screamed at her to step back, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t look away. Electricity seemed to fill the air. It was just the two of them. Alone.

She remembered the kiss in the bar and flutters filled her stomach. She wasn’t used to flutters. She liked control. “In the bar, when we kissed…”

“I liked that.” His voice was low and gritty.

She sucked in a breath.

“I liked you touching me, Jenna.”

She swallowed. “Look, I have to stay focused on my job, on hunting down Olson.”

“It’s always a job with you?”

She lifted her chin. “Yes.”

“I have no plans to stop you from doing your job.” He slid his hand around the back of her neck. “You smell too damn good.”

She closed her eyes, trying to fight it.

His head lowered, his mouth hovering over hers. “I don’t want this either.”

“You trying to convince me or yourself?”

He groaned, then he pressed his mouth to hers.

She didn’t pull away. No, completely ruled by instinct, she leaned into him and kissed him back. The taste of him was intoxicating. His lips moved over hers, the kiss hot and deep and oh-so-good. With just the touch of his lips and tongue, he owned her. There was no escape. She didn’t lie to herself. She didn’t want to escape.

His tongue tangled with hers and hot desire ignited in her belly. She wanted so much more than a kiss. Not once had she felt like this with Vic.

The reminder of that debacle crashed through her.

Jenna stumbled back, gripping the waistband of his jeans to stay upright. “This isn’t happening.” She hated that her legs felt weak.

“Agreed,” he bit out. “Neither of us want this.” His intense gaze was locked on her, his chest rising and falling.

Then she went up on her toes and pressed another kiss to his mouth. Her hands pressed to his side, and she felt muscles and scars under her fingers.

They broke apart again, both of them panting, and short of breath.

“Catching Olson has to be my number one priority,” she said.

He nodded. “And I haven’t got anything that’s good for you. For anyone. I’d better head home.”

He pulled away and walked past her. And against their control, their hands shifted, their fingers brushing.

She saw his chest hitch. “Goodnight, Marshal Sheridan.”

“Goodnight, Park.”

Jenna stood there, alone, trying to process what had happened. She closed her eyes. She was pretty sure she was in trouble and it had nothing to do with the dangerous fugitive she was hunting.

CHAPTER SIX

He’d slept well, but just not long enough. Park stepped into the shower and dipped his head under the spray.

He’d already packed his duffel bag for heading to Drifter Lake with Jenna.

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