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the witch twins. She opened her mouth. Nothing. Nada. Not one coherent sentence.
    He huffed. “Yeah. I know about them. They’re vile women who thrive on gossip and you don’t need them. They know it and that’s why they hate you. It has nothing to do with you being a geek, and everything to do with you not kissing their asses.”
    Total head-shrinker. She didn’t care. Stupid, stupid girl. She stepped to him, got close enough to feel the heat of his body. “I’m all screwed up.”
    He leaned back. Only a little. “I respectfully agree with you.”
    Inching forward, she tugged on his shirt. “But I’m done thinking.”
    He held up his hands. “What are we talking about here?”
    Finally, an easy question. “Sex. If you ask me, we’ve been thinking too much. Maybe we just need to get it over with. Get it out of our systems.”
    He laughed. “You think that’s what we need?”
    She flipped the button on her pants. “Yep.”
    The button got his attention and he stared at it a second before looking back at her. “What if we don’t get it out of our systems? What then?”
    “Then we keep going until we do.”
    “That seems logical to you?”
    “Not one bit. But it’s what I want. It’s what you want. I feel it and until we expend it, we’ll be driven crazy. And if I have to sit here thinking about it while our hostage takers eat, well, that’s way too much thinking time. Way. Too. Much. As I just said, I don’t want to waste any more time thinking.”
    She didn’t see any point in denying it, but Gavin? His olive skin had gone white and she’d been around him enough to know his brain had one heck of a violent hockey game going.
    Minimize.
    Something he’d taught her about negotiating. “Gavin, this is not life or death. I’m talking about easing tension. We’re in this crappy situation, I just nearly peed myself in fear and I need to be held. You’re the one I want to hold me.”
    Seemed pretty straightforward to her so she reached for her zipper and bit by bit, with Gavin’s eyes on her hand making that slow descent, she unzipped her pants.
    * * *
    Gavin nearly bawled. What the hell was he doing? Actually, he wasn’t the one doing it. He stood letting her do it. Totally sandbagged. As much as the upstanding guy inside him wanted to convince her, and himself, they were coworkers and shouldn’t do this, he couldn’t get the words out. Not even a syllable.
    Struck mute by an erection, that’s what he was.
    After a pain-in-the-ass day of arguing with the knuckle-dragger and dealing with the emotional barrage of Roxann being snatched, maybe he did need a tension buster.
    Why not? For the past three weeks he’d thought about nothing but making love to her.
    He hadn’t counted on it being in a dusty old barn, but maybe this was the way it should be. They’d been confined all day, trying to reunite a loving couple and dealing with the emotional crap that came with it. Now they were alone with nothing to do but kill time.
    Let’s kill time.
    Decision made. He stepped to her, eased his arms around her and held his breath. At that first bit of contact he hesitated, tried to calm his rioting brain and take it all in because, yes, they were going to do this and he was going to let it happen.
    Maybe it would be more than a quick lay. Maybe he’d get lucky and this crazy hunger he’d been trying to bury for three weeks would change his life in a way he’d never anticipated. A good way, a promising way he wanted to explore. Yep, he needed to capture and catalogue the crazy gut-squeeze that came with his hand molding so perfectly over her hip, and the way her tiny body curved into his larger one, the way his body flashed hot then cold when she touched him. With her, all the extremes descended on him at once.
    He bent low to kiss her. Jeez, she was a little bit of a woman, but that didn’t stop her from angling her mouth over his, her tongue darting in and out in a blazing assault. The little bit of a