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at her face.
Stay!
Delaney froze, her mind scrabbling, fighting down the instinct to flee. He was too fast. Shed never get away.
Deep breaths.He hadnt attacked her. Other than squeezing her butt too hard, he hadnt hurt her at all.
She watched him pace, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides like a man struggling to contain his temper.He was trying to get control. The realization slammed into her. The last thing she needed to do was make things worse by running again.
She forced herself to wait as she watched him warily. The streetlight filtering in through the sheer curtains played over his broad, bare chest, tripping in and out of the shadows created by the muscular definition. Scars, like claw marks, tore across his right nipple while a gold armband snaked around one thick upper arm. Even in the dim light, the man was a walking wet dream.
If she werent so wary of him, she might have enjoyed watching him. With his long legs, trim waist,and sculpted upper body, he was truly a feast for the eyes.
Minutes passed as he paced, the tension slowly leaching from the air.
Do you follow football? he asked, at last.
Delaney blinked. No.
Whats your favorite television show?
Her brows puckered with disbelief. Why?
An animalistic growl rumbled deep in his throat. Your fear sets me off, and I want your mind off it.
Delaney scowled. Im not afraid. She didnt show it. Sheknew she didnt show it.
Like a cat about to spring, he swung to face her, his body rigid. Dont lie to me! I can taste it. No one else would know, butI know. You cant hide it from me.
He couldnt possiblytaste her fear. That was ridiculous. But it was hardly a leap for him to guess that she was afraid. Any sane woman would be under the circumstances.
He returned to his pacing. Whats your favorite television show?
Were they really going to play this game? The news.
He scowled at her. Lame.
His response inexplicably pricked her pride. I dont have time to waste on mindless shows.
He stopped pacing and turned to her. Your work is your life to the exclusion of everything else, isnt it? You dont even own a reading chair.
Excuse me, she huffed. What I do is important. I perform a valuable service to society by getting the monsters off the streets.
The man snorted. Youll never get the monsters. You dont even know what they look like, little girl.
Delaney ground her teeth together, clamping her mouth shut before she said something she shouldnt. Something that would make him even madder, turning a bad situation so much worse.
The man stopped his pacing and started toward her. Youre pathetic, you know that? You got your life back, but you dont even know how to live it, do you? There was an ugly taunting quality to his voice that infuriated her. Youre so hung up on your mothers death you arent even living. Do you think this is what shed want? You spending your entire life searching for her killer?
She stared at him, shock vibrating through her body. It wasnt true. It wasnt true. Oh God, of course it was true. How ?
I heard you talking to the cat. It wasnt much of a leap. Youre living an excuse for a life. You dont even own a sofa or a picture that isnt a crime-scene photo! Your lifes a joke.
She felt as if her chest were caving in and at the same time exploding from the force of her fury. Damn him.Damn him .
She lunged to her feet and rounded on him. You son of a bitch. How dare you judge me. How dare you? She struck at his knee, a move that should have knocked even a man his size off his feet.
Yet faster than she could blink, she found herself flat on her back on the bed. Again.Blast it . She fought him, struggling with every ounce of strength she possessed. This was too much. Too much.
She reached for his sunglasses, intending to dig her fingers into his eyes and blind him,
Stay!
Delaney froze, her mind scrabbling, fighting down the instinct to flee. He was too fast. Shed never get away.
Deep breaths.He hadnt attacked her. Other than squeezing her butt too hard, he hadnt hurt her at all.
She watched him pace, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides like a man struggling to contain his temper.He was trying to get control. The realization slammed into her. The last thing she needed to do was make things worse by running again.
She forced herself to wait as she watched him warily. The streetlight filtering in through the sheer curtains played over his broad, bare chest, tripping in and out of the shadows created by the muscular definition. Scars, like claw marks, tore across his right nipple while a gold armband snaked around one thick upper arm. Even in the dim light, the man was a walking wet dream.
If she werent so wary of him, she might have enjoyed watching him. With his long legs, trim waist,and sculpted upper body, he was truly a feast for the eyes.
Minutes passed as he paced, the tension slowly leaching from the air.
Do you follow football? he asked, at last.
Delaney blinked. No.
Whats your favorite television show?
Her brows puckered with disbelief. Why?
An animalistic growl rumbled deep in his throat. Your fear sets me off, and I want your mind off it.
Delaney scowled. Im not afraid. She didnt show it. Sheknew she didnt show it.
Like a cat about to spring, he swung to face her, his body rigid. Dont lie to me! I can taste it. No one else would know, butI know. You cant hide it from me.
He couldnt possiblytaste her fear. That was ridiculous. But it was hardly a leap for him to guess that she was afraid. Any sane woman would be under the circumstances.
He returned to his pacing. Whats your favorite television show?
Were they really going to play this game? The news.
He scowled at her. Lame.
His response inexplicably pricked her pride. I dont have time to waste on mindless shows.
He stopped pacing and turned to her. Your work is your life to the exclusion of everything else, isnt it? You dont even own a reading chair.
Excuse me, she huffed. What I do is important. I perform a valuable service to society by getting the monsters off the streets.
The man snorted. Youll never get the monsters. You dont even know what they look like, little girl.
Delaney ground her teeth together, clamping her mouth shut before she said something she shouldnt. Something that would make him even madder, turning a bad situation so much worse.
The man stopped his pacing and started toward her. Youre pathetic, you know that? You got your life back, but you dont even know how to live it, do you? There was an ugly taunting quality to his voice that infuriated her. Youre so hung up on your mothers death you arent even living. Do you think this is what shed want? You spending your entire life searching for her killer?
She stared at him, shock vibrating through her body. It wasnt true. It wasnt true. Oh God, of course it was true. How ?
I heard you talking to the cat. It wasnt much of a leap. Youre living an excuse for a life. You dont even own a sofa or a picture that isnt a crime-scene photo! Your lifes a joke.
She felt as if her chest were caving in and at the same time exploding from the force of her fury. Damn him.Damn him .
She lunged to her feet and rounded on him. You son of a bitch. How dare you judge me. How dare you? She struck at his knee, a move that should have knocked even a man his size off his feet.
Yet faster than she could blink, she found herself flat on her back on the bed. Again.Blast it . She fought him, struggling with every ounce of strength she possessed. This was too much. Too much.
She reached for his sunglasses, intending to dig her fingers into his eyes and blind him,
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