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Turner was still shouting even when Gray signed out of holding.Emerson didn’t say a word.Her heels just click-clicked as they made their way through the station and then exited via the main doors.As soon as they were outside, the humid night air hit them.
He hurried down the steps.
Click, click, click.“You like playing with criminals, don’t you?Are mind fucks fun for you?”Again, her voice was polite.Cool.Only mildly curious.
He stopped at the edge of the sidewalk.His car waited just a few yards away.Holding tightly to his patience, he turned toward her.“I don’t need lies.I need facts.”
She was under a streetlamp.They both wore.So he saw her eyes widen.
Oh, what?Did he sound like a hard ass?Too bad.“I need?—”
Emerson leapt at him.Shoved her whole body at him—hard—and they both slammed into the sidewalk.Right as he felt the snap of a bone breaking in his wrist.Even as he opened his mouth for an epic swearing session, Gray heard?—
Rapapapapap.Fast and furious gunfire.He could even smell the blasts in the air.
A moment later, tires squealed, rubber burned, and the shooter roared away.
Emerson heaved herself up.Her breath shuddered out.“Saw the shooter,” she said as she shoved her hair back from her face and peered down at him.“I just saved your life.”
His eyes narrowed.“You just broke my fucking wrist.”
“Oh.Well, that, too.”
Sonofabitch.
ChapterTwelve
One bed.
Two people.
Three orgasms.
Ana opened her eyes and stared at the shadowy form right in front of her.Beside her.Around her?Because Kane’s warm, strong arm was still over her hip.She was on her side, cuddled close to him, and it honestly felt like the most natural position in the world.
Like that didn’t terrify her to the soles of her feet.
She’d fallen asleep in his arms.After those truly epic orgasms.The man should come with a warning label.May give orgasms so intense that you’ll never want to use your vibrator again.
Now what was she gonna do?Before, she’d just had fantasies about Kane.After giving herself to him, she knew just how intense the pleasure between them would be.Except…she had a fake life, and she didn’t think he intended to stick around once the case was closed and Logan went back to prison.
I didn’t talk about love.Kane didn’t talk about love.This isn’t about love.It was sex.Really good sex, and nothing was wrong with that.
Carefully, she eased from beneath his arm and out of the bed.Ana grabbed a robe—soft terry cloth, bright blue—and slid into it before she tip-toed out of the bedroom.Insomnia wasn’t new for her.In fact, since discovering that her ex was a killer and having her whole life upended, Ana didn’t think she’d actually had one full night’s sleep.
She pulled the door shut behind her.Crept down the stairs.Normally when she couldn’t sleep, she’d head downstairs.She’d play the harp.The music soothed her.Settled her.Typically the routine let her unwind enough to go back to bed.
So when she stepped off the staircase, Ana turned on the downstairs lights, and she went straight to the harp.But she didn’t pluck the strings.Just stared at it.Same time.Two a.m.She always came down right around two a.m.That was her middle-of-the-night wake-up time.Maybe because…
Once upon a time, I was with Logan.I woke up, and he wasn’t there.I slipped down the hallway.I went looking for him.Found him in the basement.I was just about to call his name.
Then she’d realized he wasn’t alone.
And by the time she’d realized that fact, he’d just cut the throat of the man who’d been in the basement with him.
Too late.Too late.Too.Late.
So now she woke up at two a.m.Always trying to stop a murder that had happened long ago.
