Page 10 of Chilled

Her heart in her throat and her eyes still cloudy with pool chemicals, Brenna struggled to plant her feet on the decking. Once she gained traction, she dropped into a football lineman stance and plowed into her attacker. Hit square in the gut, he fell backward to the ground.

Brenna staggered to regain her balance and stared down at Nick Tarver lying still on the hard concrete floor, his eyes closed.

Jeez, had she knocked him out?

Dropping to her knees, she stared down at his chest, looking for any sign of movement. None. Her heart beat loudly against her eardrums as she leaned forward to feel for the gentle puff of air blowing in and out through his nose.

Nick Tarver wasn’t breathing!

CPR training kicked in, and Brenna tipped his head back. Pinching his nose, she sealed her lips over his and blew a long breath into his lungs, turning to see his chest rise as she did.

Before she could blow another breath, his arms clamped around her, and she was flipped onto her back, their lips still connected. The air blasted out of her lungs, and she lay in stunned paralysis for a full two seconds. Long enough for the man to straddle her and pin her hands to the concrete above her head. All without breaking the liplock.

Brenna Jensen wasa woman with a death wish, and she needed a lesson on following orders. But now, with her wet body pinned beneath his thighs, he didn’t know who was teaching whom the lesson. She lay still beneath him, but she wasn’t fighting yet.

He hadn’t planned on wrestling her, but his reactions had been instinctive when she’d knocked him to the ground. Now he was lying on top of a half-naked woman dripping-wet from her recent swim.

What was worse, Nick’s traitorous body responded to all the shiny wet skin exposed by her discreet black swimsuit. And he was kissing her now, knowing she’d be pissed as hell when she came to her senses.

Perhaps the thought of her anger made him increase the pressure on her lips and drive his tongue between her teeth to war with hers. Hadn’t he come to teach her a lesson about what could happen when she didn’t follow orders?

The kiss lasted only a few agonizingly brief seconds before her muscles tightened, and she gasped. Slender fingers flew from around his neck to plant firmly against his chest, shoving him backward.

“Get off!” she sputtered, squirming beneath him until she realized she couldn’t dislodge him, and he wasn’t going to budge.

“I’ll get off as soon as you calm down.”

When she stopped moving, he rolled off and sat on the concrete next to her, regret washing over him for his unprofessional action in kissing her.

And all that squirming she’d done had left its mark on him—one that manifested itself beneath the zipper of his jeans.

Damn this woman.

She was more trouble than he’d bargained for, and she’d get herself hurt if she wasn’t careful. “You didn’t check with me before leaving the police station.”

“Is that what this is all about?” She remained flat on her back, her breasts heaving beneath the black Lycra. “Are you telling me I have to report every move to you?”

He nodded. “That’s right.”

She leaned up on her elbow, her brows rising on her forehead. “I didn’t think I was a member of your team. Has that changed?”

“Yes.” The word flew from his mouth before he thought. Okay, so she could be a member of his team instead of stirring up trouble on the periphery.

“And if I weren’t a female member of your team, would you make the same rules?”

“Yes.”

“Bull!” Her glare sliced through him.

“Until we catch this lunatic, you’re to report every move to me, and only me. No leaving messages with any of the rest of my team or the Riverton Police Department.” He leaned closer until his face was only inches away from hers. “I want to know your every move, including when you go to the bathroom. Do you understand?”

Her mouth opened and closed without uttering a word, her blue eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lights overhead. He thought she wouldn’t answer when finally, she heaved a sigh and said, “Yes, sir.”

Nick rolled to his feet and held out a hand to help her up. Ignoring the hand, she lunged for a towel and slung it around her body without turning her back to him. Her cheeks flushed a bright red, and if Nick didn’t know better, he’d say she was embarrassed and perhaps a bit shy about being in a swimsuit in front of him. Funny how her embarrassment gave him a little twinge of something like endearment. Was he crazy?

Nick glanced down at his wet jeans and shirt. Now that her body wasn’t pressed against him, the cooler air made the wet spots uncomfortable. “The weather’s clearing, and I wanted to get out and interview neighbors and co-workers of the missing women. You interested?”

“Yes, I am.” She tucked the end of the towel in over her breasts before she met his gaze. “I needed the exercise to clear my head. I would’ve been back in less than fifteen minutes.”

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