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Then it’s all over. You’ll never clear your name or help Selina, much less make Eddie pay.

On the other hand, I obviously can’t escape Dane Armstrong…yet. I’ll need to bide my time until I can find a way out. Surely between here and the city, there’ll be an opportunity.

“Okay.” I let out a breath and try to look contrite. “I’ll cooperate.”

He lifts an eyebrow in skepticism.

“Look, you caught me off guard,” I remind him. “But I get that you’re doing your job, and I know when I’m outmatched. So, Mr. Bounty Hunter, I promise. I’ll be good.”

ChapterFour

Dane

She’s a beautiful liar.

Though her photo made my heart race, nothing compares to the reality ofher.She’s warm, bright, and so damn pretty I can’t stop staring at her. Her hair isn’t just brown—it’s the color of chestnuts and streaked with gold from the sun. I could lose myself in her eyes.

Not to mention her body—curved in all the right places, enough for a big guy like me to really dig his hands in, and so fucking soft I want to sink deep inside her and never come out.

But not for a second do I believe she’s going tobe good.She broke the law. My job is to make her face the consequences of her actions.

I gesture to the open travel bag on the sofa. “Pack up. We’re leaving now.”

She grabs a crumpled shirt and tosses it into the bag. She’s close enough that I can still smell her—something tropical like oranges and coconut. The whole damn trailer is filled with her scent, which only makes it tougher to focus on what I have to do.

And I still feel her pillowy tits against my arm. When I was holding her against me, I’d had to fight not to drag her shirt up and fondle her breasts, pinch her nipples. I wanted to hear her moan—from desire, not fear.

My dick stiffens, and I groan inwardly. This job will be tougher than I thought. Brutal even.

From the beginning of my career, I’ve turned down jobs to go after female fugitives. I’ve never captured a woman, much less a girl who should be in college or planning for her future—not committing crimes and running away to hide in some decrepit old trailer.

A lock of her hair falls across her forehead. I can’t stop myself from reaching out and sliding the soft, thick strands through my fingers.

She startles, her gaze clashing with mine. I tuck her hair behind her ear and step back.

“How’d you end up here?” I ask.

She grimaces and pushes to her feet. “Long story. I’ll spare you the gory details.”

Clenching my teeth at the idea that she sufferedgory detailsin any capacity whatsoever,I pick up her bag and turn to the door. As much as I didn’t want to come after her, I’ve never given a job anything less than my best. I’m not about to start now.

Which means I’m bringing Hannah Clark in—my growing reluctance be damned.

“Let’s go.” I push open the trailer door and step outside. “Make sure you have everything because you won’t be coming back here.”

She pulls on a hoodie and grabs a backpack, hitching it over her shoulder before stalking past me.

God in heaven, her tits sway practically in invitation. An image flashes in my head of her straddling me and riding my cock with such vigor that her breasts bounce up and down. I’ve never wanted to undress a woman so badly in my life.

Stop, asshole. Focus.

I open the passenger side door of my SUV and usher Hannah inside, trying not to look at the way her pants stretch across her ripe ass. I won’t do this. I refuse to get distracted from the job, no matter how tempting my little skip has turned out to be.

After closing the door, I put her bag in the back and climb into the driver’s seat. As I start the ignition and head down the overgrown dirt path, I feel her glance.

“Are you taking me right to the police station?” she asks.

Yes.I swallow the response.

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