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concerned. The club has enough association with the underworld. I have every intention of making this place a success despite Mel and all his crooked buddies. And despite you camping out here ready to pounce.”
    She had the right of it in the pounce department.
    Aidan’s blood was pounding through his head—and through the rest of him—so damn hard he could barely make out her words to him anymore.
    There was only one thing left to do to save his investigation. Only one course of action that would rescue him from the constant sexual distraction of Brianne.
    He had to have her.
    Right now.
    Tonight.
    It was for the good of his case, damn it. And even though he’d never been a guy to follow standard operating procedure in any area of his life, he wasn’t breaking any official rules here tonight. She wasn’t a suspect in his investigation.
    â€œI don’t know a thing about publicity—positive or negative—so I can’t help you there. And I’m sure you are perfectly capable of making this place a success, Brianne, no matter what I do while I’m here.” He wanted to take a step closer, but he knew as soon as he did he’d take ten more and then he’d be all over her.
    He at least owed her fair warning.
    â€œBut that part you mentioned about me being ready to pounce?” His eyes wandered over her with slow deliberation. “You couldn’t be more right. I’m guessing you’ve got about three seconds before I zero in on my next target.”

5
    B RIANNE COULDN’T HAVE moved to save her life.
    Not with Aidan’s gaze cruising over her with every bit of sensual heat she’d ever longed for ten years ago. More. She would have never guessed back then that a man’s stare could ignite a small inferno.
    For that matter, she hadn’t known until just this red-hot, blistering second.
    If she’d had any doubt about who Aidan’s next target might be—she didn’t—it was obliterated the second he moved toward her. Invaded her personal space. Crowded her.
    This was a bad, bad idea.
    Her hungry lips and aching body didn’t seem to realize it, however. She’d been too close to Aidan Maddock for the last twelve hours to have any perspective on what she should or shouldn’t be doing with him.
    By 4:00 a.m., her brain had checked out and her body was moving on pure instinct.
    â€œDoes this remind you of anything, Bri?” His voice was close. Too close.
    He bracketed her body with his arms, steadying himself on the wall behind her.
    She gulped for breath but only managed to inhale the scent of Aidan.
    If she wasn’t careful, she’d be lost in a tide of sensation and her own desire. She licked her lips in a vain attempt to make her mouth do something—anything— besides initiate the kind of kiss she had subjected herself to earlier in the day. She’d barely survived the first go-round with Aidan. She’d never emerge from Round Two with her panties intact.
    Where was Lainie’s Super Glue when she needed it?
    Clearing her throat, she fought to keep her voice steady. Even. “It reminds me why we shouldn’t get within arm’s length of one another. If we’re even an inch too close we end up getting drawn together like high-powered magnets.”
    Aidan flexed his muscles on either side of her, a hard ripple that couldn’t help but snag her eye. Brianne shivered in time with the movement. “That’s not the right answer. And as a matter of fact, I don’t even think it’s an honest answer.”
    â€œNo?”
    â€œNo. You can’t tell me you’re thinking about all the reasons we shouldn’t be next to each other right now. My money says you’re thinking about all the reasons why one of us ought to take that last little step.” He shifted back an inch, giving her a fraction more breathing room. Not enough. “Turn around.” His voice