up to his sunglasses-covered eyeballs. And there was no denying hed committed criminal acts. Hed broken into the apartment of a federal agent, overpowered her, and kidnapped her. For that alone, he was looking at jail time.
Either way, he had information they needed. Either way, he was going down.
She remembered how fast hed moved last night and the lightning speed with which shed been attacked in the laundry room. If she wanted to get him, she was going to have to move fast, without mercy. Because once he woke, her chance to take him down would be over.
Her gaze caught the gleam of the bedside lamp. Brass. Perfect. All she had to do was crack him over the skull with it and run for the nearest phone. Piece of cake. Assuming she managed to get out from under his arm without waking him. His warm breath stirred her hair on a soft rumble of a snore. He was definitely asleep. But would he stay that way?
Her pulse rose another notch as she prepared to find out.
Sending a quick prayer heavenward for luck, and keeping her body loose, as if she were still asleep, she rolled onto her stomach on the soft, cool cotton sheets, away from the man.
His arm slid away from her without protest.
Swallowing a surge of triumph, Delaney lay still as death, willing her hearts pounding to settle down as she waited for her captors breathing to even out again. When shed waited as long as she could stand, she eased the blanket off her, inch by inch, and swung her legs over the side, her bare toes settling on a soft, worn rug.
In a light, careful move, she rose from the bed and knelt by the bedside table to follow the lampscord to the outlet. When she found it, she gave a quick, silent tug and rose to her feet.
Her heart began to pound. This was it. If she hit him too hard, shed kill him. At one point, before hed planted the doubt in her mind that he was the man she sought, all shed wanted was to kill him. Now she wasnt so sure.
Legally, she needed tonot kill him. But if she didnt hit him hard enough, she was as good as dead. And she had a feeling it would take a direct hit by a cruise missile to incapacitate the guy.
She grabbed the lamp at its neck, her fingers closing around the cool metal as she took a deep breath.Here goes nothing. In a single move, she flipped the heavy lamp upside down and swung the base of it at the sleeping mans head as hard as she could.
The lamp collided not with skull, but with moving flesh as her captors hand shot out, stopping the deadly arc cold. He wrenched the lamp from her hands and flung it across the room to crash against the wall.
Delaneys mouth dropped open. Her heart went to her throat, and she leaped back from the bed, her pulse pounding as she readied for hand-to-hand combat.
He was little more than a blur in the shadows as he grabbed her. The room spun as he flung her facedown on the bed. She dug her face out of the sheets, trying to flip over, but he pinned her with a jeans-clad knee in the small of her back. Her pulse thudded in her throat as she watched him over her shoulder, tensing for his retribution.
You tried to kill me. His voice was flat as he loomed over her, staring down at her through those dark sunglasses she was beginning to suspect were permanently attached to his face. Who in their right mind slept in sunglasses?
She hated him for making her feel so blasted helpless. Fear slithered down her spine. With his strength, he could kill her with his bare hands without ever breaking a sweat.
Her breath caught, her body tensing, as she waited for him to do just that. But to her surprise, he climbed on top of her, straddling her hips.
She tried to push him off, tried to get to her knees, but she might as well have tried to lift a bus. He was playing with her. Toying with her.
Im not going to hurt you, he said softly, brushing the hair back from her ear. In her peripheral vision, she saw his face lower, felt his lips on her ear,
Either way, he had information they needed. Either way, he was going down.
She remembered how fast hed moved last night and the lightning speed with which shed been attacked in the laundry room. If she wanted to get him, she was going to have to move fast, without mercy. Because once he woke, her chance to take him down would be over.
Her gaze caught the gleam of the bedside lamp. Brass. Perfect. All she had to do was crack him over the skull with it and run for the nearest phone. Piece of cake. Assuming she managed to get out from under his arm without waking him. His warm breath stirred her hair on a soft rumble of a snore. He was definitely asleep. But would he stay that way?
Her pulse rose another notch as she prepared to find out.
Sending a quick prayer heavenward for luck, and keeping her body loose, as if she were still asleep, she rolled onto her stomach on the soft, cool cotton sheets, away from the man.
His arm slid away from her without protest.
Swallowing a surge of triumph, Delaney lay still as death, willing her hearts pounding to settle down as she waited for her captors breathing to even out again. When shed waited as long as she could stand, she eased the blanket off her, inch by inch, and swung her legs over the side, her bare toes settling on a soft, worn rug.
In a light, careful move, she rose from the bed and knelt by the bedside table to follow the lampscord to the outlet. When she found it, she gave a quick, silent tug and rose to her feet.
Her heart began to pound. This was it. If she hit him too hard, shed kill him. At one point, before hed planted the doubt in her mind that he was the man she sought, all shed wanted was to kill him. Now she wasnt so sure.
Legally, she needed tonot kill him. But if she didnt hit him hard enough, she was as good as dead. And she had a feeling it would take a direct hit by a cruise missile to incapacitate the guy.
She grabbed the lamp at its neck, her fingers closing around the cool metal as she took a deep breath.Here goes nothing. In a single move, she flipped the heavy lamp upside down and swung the base of it at the sleeping mans head as hard as she could.
The lamp collided not with skull, but with moving flesh as her captors hand shot out, stopping the deadly arc cold. He wrenched the lamp from her hands and flung it across the room to crash against the wall.
Delaneys mouth dropped open. Her heart went to her throat, and she leaped back from the bed, her pulse pounding as she readied for hand-to-hand combat.
He was little more than a blur in the shadows as he grabbed her. The room spun as he flung her facedown on the bed. She dug her face out of the sheets, trying to flip over, but he pinned her with a jeans-clad knee in the small of her back. Her pulse thudded in her throat as she watched him over her shoulder, tensing for his retribution.
You tried to kill me. His voice was flat as he loomed over her, staring down at her through those dark sunglasses she was beginning to suspect were permanently attached to his face. Who in their right mind slept in sunglasses?
She hated him for making her feel so blasted helpless. Fear slithered down her spine. With his strength, he could kill her with his bare hands without ever breaking a sweat.
Her breath caught, her body tensing, as she waited for him to do just that. But to her surprise, he climbed on top of her, straddling her hips.
She tried to push him off, tried to get to her knees, but she might as well have tried to lift a bus. He was playing with her. Toying with her.
Im not going to hurt you, he said softly, brushing the hair back from her ear. In her peripheral vision, she saw his face lower, felt his lips on her ear,
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