Page 61 of Diagnosis Attraction

“I’m sorry. I know you hate all this. You don’t like stealing food, and you don’t like the plans I’m making.”

“I’d like to forget about them right now,” she said with a small sob.

He lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss and told her he’d wanted to be alone with her for hours.

She wiped everything out of her mind but the feel of him, the taste, and the emotions that ran wild between them. When he pulled back the spread and took her down to the surface of the bed, she clung to him, then rolled far enough away so that she could tear off her jeans and panties.

He was doing something similar; only he never got his pants all the way off. She pushed the sides of the zipper away and pulled his briefs down, freeing his erection. With his legs trapped, they didn’t have many options. She straddled him, bringing him inside her before she began to move in a frantic rhythm that brought them both to climax almost immediately.

She collapsed on top of him, and his arms came up to fold her close.

As they clung together, he whispered, “It’s going to be all right.”

“We’ll be walking into danger.”

“Can you think of a better plan?”

Of course, she couldn’t. She hadn’t been able to do that in the first place. Now, the moment of reckoning was coming all too fast.

“We should eat before the food gets cold.”

“Eat our ill-gotten gains?”

“Uh-huh.”

“We should pay for it.”

“We’ll send the restaurant some money—when this is all over, and we have access to our bank accounts.”

“If it’s ever all over.” She gave him a fierce look. But one step at a time. Tomorrow, they would do their damnedest to shut down Lang’s operation.

“Then on to the next problem,” he said. They both knew what that was: solving the puzzle of their strange powers—that had been turned on when they touched each other.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Derek Lang balled his hands into fists, then ordered himself to relax. It seemed like Elizabeth Forester had dropped off the face of the earth. It could be that she’d cut her losses and cleared out of town, but he wouldn’t bet on it. When he’d figured out that she was poking into his business, he’d started digging up everything he could about the nosy bitch. One thing he knew was that she was persistent. When she got a notion in her head, she wouldn’t let it go. Which meant that he’d better be prepared for whatever she had in mind.

He called in Gary Southwell, noting the way the man fought to hide his case of nerves.

“Did you get a report from The Mansion?” Derek asked.

“Yes. Everything’s normal out there, except one of the cameras malfunctioned.”

“Why?”

“We don’t know.”

“There’s no chance someone could have tampered with it?”

“Not unless they climbed up on the roof.”

“Who was on duty at the time?”

Southwell named several men, including Tony Verrazano.

“Any of them report anything unusual.”

“No, sir.”

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