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hike farther up and continue his search for the best entry into the compound where Lucas was being held. Two days was plenty of time to get himself out of this mess and find out what the hell she was doing. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it had something to do with his search for Lucas.
What in the hell have you gotten yourself into, Brother, if the government has agents out after you?
“Lucky for you, you have all those fantasies to keep you occupied,” she responded.
Smiling again, he leaned forward so he could seeher. She was retrieving his hiking boots from under the bed. The semiautomatic was on the bed within easy reach.
He waited until she’d finished checking out the room. She was quite thorough. She grabbed his bag and boots and carried them to the kitchen table.
He shifted, rattling his chains a little. She looked up. When her eyes met his, he said, “Thinking about those fantasies will only make me hungrier.”
He watched her hold herself even more still, keeping her gaze emotionless, but the swallow she took belied her disaffected pretense.
“I make you crave more than chocolate, don’t I, Scottie?”
He wished he was closer, wished he could see her green eyes, watch her pupils dilate in reaction. It was the only one she couldn’t control. His gaze drifted down, snagging on her tight black turtleneck. His body twitched. There was one other reaction she couldn’t control either. He looked back into her eyes. “I won’t rot your teeth either, princess.”
He noticed her white-knuckled grip on the table. He lifted his wrists. “Why don’t you take these things off of me?” He nodded to the window. “I can’t go anywhere anyway.” He had several dozen questions he wanted to demand answers to, not the least of which was how in the hell had she gotten to the cabin after a blizzard. But right at that moment, none of those questions seemed to matter. He wanted to get his hands on her … but not to force her to talk.
No, he didn’t want to
force
her to do anything.
“You want me to stay here, fine. You say you are only protecting me. You must be telling the truth, oryou would have done more damage to me by now. You’ve had ample opportunity. Hell, you had me dead walking in the bedroom door.”
He didn’t have to be close to see her reaction to that reminder. Only he didn’t think her slight intake of breath was due to her thinking about him dying. Just how long had she been standing there, staring at him, naked in his bed?
“I’d like some answers, but I won’t hurt you in order to get them.” He held his wrists out. “Cut me loose, Scottie.”
Scottie stared at him. “You really are crazy.”
“We’re both professionals.” At her raised brow, he added, “We’ve both been cops at one point in our lives. We know this drill, both of us.”
“Which is precisely why you should know better than to ask me to let you go.”
“Scottie, I—”
She cut him off by turning her back to him and began searching his duffel bag. “There’s more than one way to hurt a person,” she said quietly.
Logan started to shoot off a reply, then stopped himself. Something about those softly spoken words caught at him. He thought back over their conversation. He’d promised no physical violence. He’d also propositioned her with personal pleasure.
The quick conclusion he made bothered him. He also had a strong suspicion his instincts were on target. In his hunt for Lucas he’d discovered he hadn’t lost any of what had made him a good detective. Good detective. He stifled a self-deprecating snort, squashed the sharp dagger of guilt that accompanied it.
Good detectives didn’t get their witnesses killed. They didn’t fall in love with them either.
He stared hard at Scottie. She fascinated the hell out of him. And yes, he desired to know her more intimately. It had been a very, very long time since he’d felt both for the same person. In fact, not since Sarah had
What in the hell have you gotten yourself into, Brother, if the government has agents out after you?
“Lucky for you, you have all those fantasies to keep you occupied,” she responded.
Smiling again, he leaned forward so he could seeher. She was retrieving his hiking boots from under the bed. The semiautomatic was on the bed within easy reach.
He waited until she’d finished checking out the room. She was quite thorough. She grabbed his bag and boots and carried them to the kitchen table.
He shifted, rattling his chains a little. She looked up. When her eyes met his, he said, “Thinking about those fantasies will only make me hungrier.”
He watched her hold herself even more still, keeping her gaze emotionless, but the swallow she took belied her disaffected pretense.
“I make you crave more than chocolate, don’t I, Scottie?”
He wished he was closer, wished he could see her green eyes, watch her pupils dilate in reaction. It was the only one she couldn’t control. His gaze drifted down, snagging on her tight black turtleneck. His body twitched. There was one other reaction she couldn’t control either. He looked back into her eyes. “I won’t rot your teeth either, princess.”
He noticed her white-knuckled grip on the table. He lifted his wrists. “Why don’t you take these things off of me?” He nodded to the window. “I can’t go anywhere anyway.” He had several dozen questions he wanted to demand answers to, not the least of which was how in the hell had she gotten to the cabin after a blizzard. But right at that moment, none of those questions seemed to matter. He wanted to get his hands on her … but not to force her to talk.
No, he didn’t want to
force
her to do anything.
“You want me to stay here, fine. You say you are only protecting me. You must be telling the truth, oryou would have done more damage to me by now. You’ve had ample opportunity. Hell, you had me dead walking in the bedroom door.”
He didn’t have to be close to see her reaction to that reminder. Only he didn’t think her slight intake of breath was due to her thinking about him dying. Just how long had she been standing there, staring at him, naked in his bed?
“I’d like some answers, but I won’t hurt you in order to get them.” He held his wrists out. “Cut me loose, Scottie.”
Scottie stared at him. “You really are crazy.”
“We’re both professionals.” At her raised brow, he added, “We’ve both been cops at one point in our lives. We know this drill, both of us.”
“Which is precisely why you should know better than to ask me to let you go.”
“Scottie, I—”
She cut him off by turning her back to him and began searching his duffel bag. “There’s more than one way to hurt a person,” she said quietly.
Logan started to shoot off a reply, then stopped himself. Something about those softly spoken words caught at him. He thought back over their conversation. He’d promised no physical violence. He’d also propositioned her with personal pleasure.
The quick conclusion he made bothered him. He also had a strong suspicion his instincts were on target. In his hunt for Lucas he’d discovered he hadn’t lost any of what had made him a good detective. Good detective. He stifled a self-deprecating snort, squashed the sharp dagger of guilt that accompanied it.
Good detectives didn’t get their witnesses killed. They didn’t fall in love with them either.
He stared hard at Scottie. She fascinated the hell out of him. And yes, he desired to know her more intimately. It had been a very, very long time since he’d felt both for the same person. In fact, not since Sarah had
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