Page 612 of One More Kiss

The butterflies in my stomach went bananas. Heat rushed thought me, leaving an ache slightly lower than my belly. The lights of Austin grew brighter, but we were still a good way out.

I frowned. “How did the ambulance get here so fast?”

“Smart girl.” Cole’s voice was quiet. “They were at a service for a friend of mine. Another Ranger. He worked hard all his life, and helped a lot of people. Spent a lot of time with the paramedics, making sure he worked the best way around them, too. Vince,” he added to my enquiring look. “The official service was last week. I went to that, spoke to his wife, paid my respects. Some of the local service personnel held their own celebration for his life today.”

And he’d missed it for something as inane as Rennie’s film. “I’m so sorry you didn’t get to go.”

“I would have been working anyway. My unit deals with border control. Narcotics coming in or going out, people and sex trafficking. Some stolen goods and poaching but it’s mainly drugs and people.”

“Did you always want to be a Ranger?” I twisted on my seat, leaving my hand in his, but I wanted to face him, to see what he would say.

He pressed his foot down a little harder, and kept his eyes on the road. “Probably not much different from the girl who wants to write love stories and have Christmas all year round,” he murmured.

Cole Worthington could be a dangerous man to a girl who gave her heart so freely. He listened to what I said, and more importantly, he remembered it. Not only was he handsome as hell with an infectious grin. He had a heart I could crave if I let myself.

Even if he was only a temporary fix for my lonely one.

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