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“We’re good together,” he said in wonder. Real good. So good, he hadn’t cared about his job or his reputation. All he’d cared about was her.
He stopped pacing and leaned against the back wall of the motel. Damn. He’d been close for months, but he’d just officially gone over the edge. To hell with the rules; he was emotionally involved.
And she was still out there running for her life.
With a heavy sigh, he tipped his head back and looked at the stars. It had taken only minutes for them to return to where they’d started; he was chasing, and she was running. Only now, things were different.
Things had suddenly gotten personal.
CHAPTER THREE
Dani drove until nearly four o’clock in the morning. She would have kept going, but her eyelids finally got so heavy that she had to pull over to avoid falling asleep at the wheel. The rest stop was filled with semis, but she found a spot near a streetlight. Making sure all the doors were locked, she closed her eyes and fell into a disturbed sleep.
The early-morning movements of the truck drivers woke her a few hours later. Sleepily, she made her way to the women’s restroom, where she splashed cold water on her face, changed her clothes, and brushed the knots out of hair. On the way back to her car, she grabbed a cup of coffee from a vending machine and tried to wake up.
For the next two days, all she did was drive, drive, drive—and then drive some more. The road became a blur as the miles passed, but she only stopped when it was absolutely necessary. By the third day, she’d run out of fuel. Her car tank was full, but she was just too exhausted to run anymore.
Giving in to her fatigue, she found another cheap motel room in another no-name town. Her body was on autopilot as she walked into the room, but she was torn between the bed and the shower. Two days of sponge baths in gas station restrooms tipped the scales. Her clothes hit the floor as she made her way to the bathroom.
“It’s warm,” she said in tired surprise when she ran her hand experimentally under the shower nozzle.
She dipped her head as she stepped under the spray of water. It eased the stiffness in her muscles and soothed out the kinks in her shoulders. For the first time in days, her body relaxed, and so did her mind. She’d been running on adrenaline for so long that she hadn’t allowed herself to slow down to stop or think. With the warm water sliding down her curves, she couldn’t stay numb anymore.
Her body still ached for him.
“Damn you, Reno.” Turning, she leaned back against the shower wall.
The water caressed her breasts and followed the lines of her body down to that sensitive area between her legs. Her hands clenched into fists, and she closed her eyes. He’d done this to her.
Pictures and sensations flew through her brain. She couldn’t believe she’d reacted so strongly to what she’d believed was a complete stranger. She’d been so aroused that she’d thrown caution to the wind and slinked right onto his lap. She hadn’t even given a thought as to the danger. All she’d cared about was that it felt good.
Why? Why had she done that? It was so unlike her.
Unless, of course, she was thinking of Reno. She took a deep breath. Did it matter what had tripped her trigger? The man in her fantasies and the man in the chair were one and the same.
With a shaky hand, she pushed her wet hair out of her face.
He’d told her he wanted to lay his hands on her, but he’d done a lot more than that. He’d stroked her, teased her, excited her… She bit her lower lip and turned her face away from the spray.
He’d been as into it as she had.
She’d heard it in his sighs and groans. She’d felt the urgency in his touch, and there was no way he could have faked that bulge in his jeans.
“What have I done?” she said softly.
He’d told her that she’d have to deal with what was between them. She’d just never dreamed it could be something so powerful. It had rocked them both. She’d been right in his grasp, but he hadn’t made a move to arrest her. He hadn’t been thinking any more than she had. The realization made her knees go a little weak. She knew how important his job was to him. For him to ignore it to satisfy his own wants and needs was staggering.
But he’d also promised he’d bring her in.
Her eyelids snapped open, and the erotic memories fizzled. When had he ever let anything stand in the way of his job?
Never.
She knew him better than anyone, and his commitment to his job was something that was ingrained in his very DNA. He believed in truth and justice, and he’d do almost anything to uphold them.
Almost anything.
“It was a trap,” she said numbly. Her hands fell to her sides. It had just gotten out of control.
