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Micah nodded. “Give me your keys, and I’ll get it. I’ll back the Tahoe out first into the street and then pull your car in. Is your suitcase in the trunk?”

“Yes.”

She walked back to the room she’d slept in with Micah following her. After retrieving her keys, she handed them to him. “It’s the red Camaro with white stripes.”

“Okay. Just stay inside. I’ll be right back.”

He walked out and she followed as far as the dining room. She heard the garage door go up then watched as he backed a blackTahoe out of the garage. He parked it on the street and got out. She watched as he strode down the street to her car. A few minutes later, he drove her car into the garage and she heard the garage door close, then he entered the kitchen, set her suitcase on the floor, and her keys on the table.

“Make yourself at home.” After giving her a nod, he left again.

She quickly moved to the window in the dining room that faced the road in front of the house. As she watched him, he climbed into the Tahoe, started it, and with a glance at the house making her step back from the window, he pulled away disappearing down the road. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the kitchen and noticed he hadn’t closed the door leading to the garage so she walked to it to pull it closed and came to a stop when she saw the black Corvette sitting there. It figured that he’d have her dream car. She walked down the steps and headed for the car, stopping at the window to peer inside of the Vette. Shaking her head, she had to admit she was impressed as she climbed the steps and entered the small laundry room, and then stepped into the kitchen. Closing the door behind her, she picked up her suitcase and carried it to the bedroom and tossed it on the bed. She’d unpack later, coffee was first.

As she walked out of the bedroom, she glanced down the hallway. Two doors were open, one on each side of the hall. Pullingher bottom lip between her teeth, she walked toward the doors and looked in. The door on the left, next to the room she was staying in, was filled with work out equipment. So that’s where that body came from…impressed again. Crossing the hall, she peered into the other room and saw a king size bed with a massive headboard centered on a wall. A dresser sat on the wall opposite the bed with a door next to it leading into a bathroom, and then a closet took up another wall. Another fifteen-pane entry door matching the one in the living room led to the same deck she’d used to access the house. She walked to it and looked out. There she saw a hot tub. It seemed to be calling her name. She could just picture Micah in it…naked. She shivered and blew out a breath.

This was such a mistake. He was way too hot to be around. She loved men and Agent Micah Turner was a huge turn-on, although she would never admit that to anyone. It was hard enough to admit it to herself.

Entering the bathroom, she moaned. She could still smell his aftershave. Spotting the bottle on the counter, she picked it up. After unscrewing the cap, she put it to her nose and sniffed.God!It smelled so good. She looked at the label to see a very expensive manufacturer of the musk product. She sniffed it one more time before putting the cap back on. Glancing around, she saw a huge, shiny black Jacuzzi tub. She’d love toget in that and spend some time. The sink and toilet were also black. The counter was black marble swirled with white. The tile floor matched the color scheme—very nice. She sighed and left the bathroom.

Once back in the kitchen, she made a cup of coffee in the K-cup machine then sat down in the living room. What now? The day was going to drag by with nothing to do. She hated hiding. She’d always been a fighter, but this was something she couldn’t fight on her own. She just hoped Micah could help her without being hurt or worse, in the process.

Chapter Two

Later that afternoon, Micah sat at his desk and looked at a file on White in the FBI database. The man was a menace to society. Victor White was a drug dealer, pimp, and murderer and it had finally caught up with him. Micah found it hard to believe that someone finally had the balls to testify against him. Patsy didn’t know who he was when she saw him murder one of his prostitutes and she apparently hadn’t cared either. She did the right thing at the time, but now her life was in danger.

It reminded Micah too much of Jonas Barkley and Vincent Caporale. Two men, the FBI had tried to get for years. Barkley was dead now, and his men sat in prison but Caporale was still alive and pulling strings from his prison cell. The FBI also knew White had people on the outside running his business.

He shook his head. It wasn’t so much a business as it was a front for his money laundering, prostitutes, drugs, and murders. He had thugs doing his bidding and his being in prison wouldn’t change that.

He pushed his chair back, stood, and strode to his boss’s office then knocked on the door. After being told to come in, he opened the door and stepped inside. Richard Hodges glanced up from his paperwork.

“What’s up, Turner?”

Micah strode to the desk and took a seat in a chair.

“I want to go to the Oregon State Pen to talk with Victor White.”

Hodges sat back, tossed his pen onto the desk, and stared at him then narrowed his eyes. The man looked like the actor Wilford Brimley with his white hair, bushy mustache, and wire-rimmed glasses.

“Why?”

“I need info from him.”

“About?”

Micah ran his hand around the back of his neck. “Just let me go.”

Hodges laughed. “I can’t do that without a good reason, Turner, and you know it.”

“The woman who testified against him thinks she’s being followed. I’d like to know who White has doing his dirty work.”

Hodges sat forward and rested his arms on his desk. “Why?”

“Because I know her, and I don’t like the idea of her being in danger.”

“Is that so? Is she important to you? Or is she just a lay?”

Micah didn’t like his implication but bit back what he really wanted to say. “She’s neither. She’s a good friend of Mont’s wife.”

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