Page 100 of When He Protects

His eyes never looked away from her.

And as pleasure broke again—impossibly, again—she stared into his eyes, and she didn’t scream, but she whispered her deepest, darkest secret, “Je t’aime.”

I love you.She gave him that confession right before he slammed deep and came inside of her.

Kane sawthe swirl of lights heading straight toward him. His hands tightened on the steering wheel of the Jeep. He knew trouble when it was rushing dead-on for him.

Especially because, as the swirl of those lights got closer, he saw that they were attached to a very familiar sheriff’s patrol car.

He kept driving.

Right until the moment the patrol car swerved into the middle of the road, blocking both lanes, blockinghispath because tall trees were on either side of the old two-lane highway and going around the other vehicle wasn’t an option. Even as Kane slammed on the brakes, Clay was jumping out of the patrol car. Only Clay wasn’t alone. He had one of his junior deputies with him.

The deputy instantly pointed his gun at Kane.

Just freaking fantastic.

Clay rushed toward the driver’s side of the Jeep. He had his gun up, too. “Out of the vehicle!” Clay snarled. “And keep your hands where I can see them!”

Nodding, Kane climbed out of the vehicle. He kept his hands up and wasn’t the least bit surprised when the deputy barreled forward to pat him down. And to take Kane’s gun.

“He’s clear now,” the deputy said. Young, maybe only around twenty-one or twenty-two. With bright red hair. Nervous hands.

Kane never liked twitchy hands. They tended to accidentally fire weapons.

“Cuff him.” Clay kept his weapon pointed at Kane. Dead center on his chest.Now is that a friendly thing to do?

“You’re mad.” Kane nodded. “I did expect you to be a little pissed, considering how we parted ways.”

“Cuff. Him.”

The deputy grabbed Kane’s arms. Cuffed Kane’s hands behind his back.

“Good.” A grunt from Clay. “Now you take the Jeep back to town, Deputy Griffin.”

The deputy hesitated. “Aren’t we supposed to read him his rights?”

Yes, that was the typical way these sorts of situations should go.

“The jackass stole my Jeep! We caught him red-handed.”

The deputy still appeared uncertain. Maybe Kane could work with that uncertainty. “I borrowed it.” A careful clarification. “I was on my way to bring it back.” A shrug. “Friends let friends borrow their cars in emergencies.”

“Friends don’t pull fucking guns on friends!”

The deputy swallowed. His eyes could not get much bigger in size.

“Take the Jeep back to town,” Clay commanded him once more. “I’ll be right behind you with the prisoner.”

“Uh, shouldn’t I help you get him in the patrol car, at least?”

Kane’s shoulders stiffened.

“Yes.” Clay smiled at him. “Let’s put the prisoner in the back of my patrol car.”

“You’re holding a grudge.” Kane nodded. “I can respect that. I tend to be pretty vengeful myself.” Understatement of the century.

The kid deputy started shoving Kane toward the back of the patrol car. The indignity.

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