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He snarled, “Killing the kid wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Things change.”

Bile rose in his throat. Hatred roared through his veins. This mess was not his fault. Why was he the one left cleaning it up? “I want more.”

“What?” the other man barked.

“More money. You owe me now.”

He snorted. “You were the one?—”

“That was before. Things change. Now you owe me. I did what you asked, and now the risk is greater. I want more money. I want twice what you said you’d pay me. Killing wasn’t part of the plan. The fucking insurance investigator wasn’t part of the plan. You made me part of all this mess so you’re going to pay. If you don’t, then you’ll regret it. And if the cops figure it out, I won’t be going down alone. Send the money to my account, only make sure it’s twice the amount.” He clicked off the call.

Rain started to fall. God, he fucking hated the Alps in spring. Big, wet drops hit the pavement and splashed onto his shoes. They also landed on his head and when he lifted his face, the water struck him like an absolution. It was washing away his old life. He was experiencing a rebirth. Suddenly, he felt powerful. Strong again. Enough of this fear and groveling. Now, he was in charge. No one was going to have him under their thumb again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Everything in Dalton knew they’d end up here. Somehow, he had always known she’d step back into his life. There’d only ever been two obsessions in his life; cars and Greer. How appropriate that these two worlds collided in this combustible moment. She was built like the most amazing car he’d ever driven. All sinewy curves and danger around every turn.

As Greer went pliant in his arms, Dalton gently laid her back on the hood of the car. He had to get into those jeans five minutes ago. That was the problem with living your life at two hundred kph, no patience. And he was determined to be patient with this in case it was the last time he had her. He had no idea what possessed her to kiss him, but there was no going back now.

“You’ve got to slow down or this is going to be over way too quick,” Dalton said.

“Quick is how we live,” she breathed.

“Not this time,” he stated.

“Well, since we’re in the garage and on a car, I don’t see rose petals and pillow talk in our future,” she said with just the right amount of sass in her voice.

“You want rose petals and pillow talk, come home with me.”

“What I want is you, right now,” Greer said.

“I can manage that I think,” he said with a wink. Then he winced as he reached down and unzipped one of her boots and then the other. “Have I told you how sexy I think you look walking around on these stilts?”

“I learned a long time ago, to be taken seriously by men, you have to look them in the eye. If they have to look down to you, they tend to look down on you.”

“We’re pigs, I admit it,” Dalton said in between kisses on her soft lips.

“Enough. I don’t want to talk about differences. I want what we share, and that’s the heat between us,” she said.

With that, the talking stopped. Their breathing increased as they continued to kiss and grope. Pretty soon, he had them naked and writhing on the hood of a two hundred-thousand-dollar machine. And as good as he’d ever felt in that car, it felt much better to be surrounded by Greer. As he took one nipple in his mouth and rubbed at her most sensitive part, he knew she was at a flash point. With one quick love bite, he pushed her over the edge.

He took a moment to suit up, so to speak, and entered her in one quick thrust. Watching her eyes haze was almost as amazing as feeling her tighten around him. She was right; this was going to be quick.

Dalton continued slow, steady strokes, hoping to bring Greer to the peak again. Watching her writhe across his car was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. He’d dreamed of her for years and wondered if he had remembered their time together better in his mind than what had been reality.

He now knew the answer: No dream he had of her could ever live up to reality.

All too soon, he felt the tell-tale sign of her release pending. Two more quick thrusts and she broke in his arms. That sent him hurtling into the fastest straightaway he’d ever been on. Nothing had ever felt as right as being with Greer. And now that he’d had her again, how would he ever let her go?

Slowly they both started coming back to themselves. One thing about Greer he did remember was that she didn’t have a shy bone in her body. She wasn’t in any rush to cover herself and as he slowly lifted off her, he couldn’t help but notice how unbelievably gorgeous her body was.

Getting involved with Greer again was stupid. Stupid with a capital S. But he hadn’t felt so damn good in a long time. Years. He might regret this later, but it was hard to imagine that regret as he watched her pull on her sweater and slide into her jeans.

“What?” she asked as she pulled on her black leather boots.

“Nothing.” He couldn’t get the grin off his face. It was like being a teenager again. Suddenly, life didn’t look so bad. Jesus, had it really been so long since he’d gotten laid? He thought back. No, not that long, but this was different. Greer was different.

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