never be spoken of. She hated him!
A few hours later, Maggie struggled to keep conscious. She’d given up asking the intruder for his plans on vacating her apartment. After forcing her assistance with changing the dressing on his sutures, he’d basically ignored her. He’d kept his back to her as he skimmed through what seemed like infinite pages of technical data on the computer screen. She found she couldn’t keep up with him, and wondered briefly if he had a photographic memory.
At her pleading he’d at least allowed her a shower. With his hovering presence it was difficult to perform her thorough ablutions, but at least she felt moderately clean. Now in sweatpants and a tank top, she sat on the bed regarding the sculpted line of his back. He was wearing black jeans and a black tee shirt that molded to his chiseled physique. Every stretch or flex of muscle tested the thin material, and she pondered the enigma that usurped her space.
She yawned loudly. Who was he? What was his connection to the Sonic Scalpel? Had he really stolen the research data? Why? What was he planning on doing with it? This research could save countless lives. Did he kill those three men? Despite his rough edges and harsh demeanor, deep down she had a hard time believing he was a murderer. Yes, he certainly had the capacity to kill, but murder was something different entirely.
“Did you murder those men?” she heard herself ask, her quiet voice fracturing the silence. She wasn’t sure he’d heard her but then saw the evidence in the bulge of his tense shoulders. It was a protracted moment before he turned around.
Another moment slipped by as his hard gaze searched her face. His jaw clenched tightly.
“Have no illusions, Maggie. I’m a killer.”
“Did you murder those three men?” She didn’t know why the distinction meant so much to her.
He frowned. “One, no. Two, yes. In self-defense.” It seemed to cost him something to admit that.
She nodded curtly and exhaled the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Would you have killed David?”
He turned back to the computer, silently dismissing her.
“Tell me the truth.”
“Are you still worried about your boyfriend?” She thought she heard amusement in his voice.
“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my best friend. He lives across the hall. I don’t want him harmed.”
“Go to sleep, Maggie.”
Realizing she’d get no more out of him, she rolled over on her side, resting her head on her clasped hands. A thought circled through her mind, creating a spiral of anxiety that made her restless. She sat up.
“Uumm…where’re you going to sleep?”
“Go to sleep, Maggie,” he said again without turning around.
She gave a long-suffering sigh and rolled over on her side, away from him. Myriad thoughts ran rampant through her brain. There was no way she could sleep while he was in the room, let alone if he was in the same bed. She would force herself to stay awake all night if she had to!
Gabe swung his head from side to side, trying to work out the kinks in his neck. He’d been at the computer for hours and still had only gotten through a third of the data contained on the flash drive. Part of his distraction, he knew, was the puzzling woman solidly asleep behind him. She was smart, and brave, and foolish, and sexy and…he swiveled in his chair and observed her sleeping form…so very tempting, even with her loud wake-the-neighborhood snoring. She was out cold. His gaze slid across her pouty lips. Even in repose she defied him. He scanned her body. Her ass was deliciously round beneath her sweats, and her breasts a virtual bounty he ached to feast on. He felt desire stir at the thought. Although half the time he wanted to throttle her, the other half he wanted to sink his cock into her lush body. He groaned and dragged a hand through his hair. Abandoning any hopes of getting more done tonight, he turned off the computer and pulled out the
A few hours later, Maggie struggled to keep conscious. She’d given up asking the intruder for his plans on vacating her apartment. After forcing her assistance with changing the dressing on his sutures, he’d basically ignored her. He’d kept his back to her as he skimmed through what seemed like infinite pages of technical data on the computer screen. She found she couldn’t keep up with him, and wondered briefly if he had a photographic memory.
At her pleading he’d at least allowed her a shower. With his hovering presence it was difficult to perform her thorough ablutions, but at least she felt moderately clean. Now in sweatpants and a tank top, she sat on the bed regarding the sculpted line of his back. He was wearing black jeans and a black tee shirt that molded to his chiseled physique. Every stretch or flex of muscle tested the thin material, and she pondered the enigma that usurped her space.
She yawned loudly. Who was he? What was his connection to the Sonic Scalpel? Had he really stolen the research data? Why? What was he planning on doing with it? This research could save countless lives. Did he kill those three men? Despite his rough edges and harsh demeanor, deep down she had a hard time believing he was a murderer. Yes, he certainly had the capacity to kill, but murder was something different entirely.
“Did you murder those men?” she heard herself ask, her quiet voice fracturing the silence. She wasn’t sure he’d heard her but then saw the evidence in the bulge of his tense shoulders. It was a protracted moment before he turned around.
Another moment slipped by as his hard gaze searched her face. His jaw clenched tightly.
“Have no illusions, Maggie. I’m a killer.”
“Did you murder those three men?” She didn’t know why the distinction meant so much to her.
He frowned. “One, no. Two, yes. In self-defense.” It seemed to cost him something to admit that.
She nodded curtly and exhaled the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Would you have killed David?”
He turned back to the computer, silently dismissing her.
“Tell me the truth.”
“Are you still worried about your boyfriend?” She thought she heard amusement in his voice.
“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my best friend. He lives across the hall. I don’t want him harmed.”
“Go to sleep, Maggie.”
Realizing she’d get no more out of him, she rolled over on her side, resting her head on her clasped hands. A thought circled through her mind, creating a spiral of anxiety that made her restless. She sat up.
“Uumm…where’re you going to sleep?”
“Go to sleep, Maggie,” he said again without turning around.
She gave a long-suffering sigh and rolled over on her side, away from him. Myriad thoughts ran rampant through her brain. There was no way she could sleep while he was in the room, let alone if he was in the same bed. She would force herself to stay awake all night if she had to!
Gabe swung his head from side to side, trying to work out the kinks in his neck. He’d been at the computer for hours and still had only gotten through a third of the data contained on the flash drive. Part of his distraction, he knew, was the puzzling woman solidly asleep behind him. She was smart, and brave, and foolish, and sexy and…he swiveled in his chair and observed her sleeping form…so very tempting, even with her loud wake-the-neighborhood snoring. She was out cold. His gaze slid across her pouty lips. Even in repose she defied him. He scanned her body. Her ass was deliciously round beneath her sweats, and her breasts a virtual bounty he ached to feast on. He felt desire stir at the thought. Although half the time he wanted to throttle her, the other half he wanted to sink his cock into her lush body. He groaned and dragged a hand through his hair. Abandoning any hopes of getting more done tonight, he turned off the computer and pulled out the
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