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side of the building in two seconds. A jolt of pleasure shot through him. She was no ordinary private investigator.
    Her eyes widened. “You really want to know what I’m capable of, Mr. Night Runner? Because I’d be more than happy to give you a demonstration.”
    No doubt she was strong. But he was stronger.
    In less than a second, he whipped her around like she was a Barbie doll and had her pinned against the wall. His hands remained on her upper arms as he looked down into her surprised face. Although dim, the light post over his shoulder allowed him to see blue eyes so startling clear they roused every nerve in his body. There wasn’t a hint of fear anywhere in their depths. Instead, she looked ready to give him another whirl.
    “Give it your best shot,” he said, wanting to play. Hell, his playful side rarely made an appearance these days, and at the moment he felt like a ten-year old who’d eaten enough sugar to last a week. Only this time his sexual appetite wanted in on the action.
    “That’s exactly what Dane said.” Impossibly long eyelashes reached up to her forehead as she spoke.
    He was noticing eyelashes? And angling for a glimpse down her dress, if truth be told. “Yeah, well…”
    Their close stance rendered him unable to string more than a couple of words together. He released his hold and took two steps back.
    “Where’d he go, anyway? Maybe he found your friend?” She lifted herself from the wall without any apparent hard feelings or obvious intention to seek revenge. Instead, she closed the gap between them while waiting for his answer.
    He moved another step back. Did the damn woman know what she did to him? Her pouty lips and keen eyes with long lashes suggested she did. Women didn’t play fair. “We decided to split up so I could get you back to your car.”
    “I don’t need an escort.” She marched past him, shoulders back, head held high.
    “Right. So you can sneak around some more. I don’t think so.” He caught up to her. She didn’t fool him. Not for a minute. “I’m taking you back to the bar and you’re going to get into your car and drive home.”
    “Excuse me, but—”
    “I give the orders,” he interrupted, a smile tugging at his lips.
    “You sure as hell—”
    “—can give them to you, so be a good girl and let’s get you on your way.”
    Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her clench her fists and take a deep breath. She probably thought about hitting him. With his stronger than normal senses, he heard her heart rate speed up, smelled the salty scent of perspiration on her skin. Then she bit her bottom lip in a most distracting manner before speaking again.
    “I’ll get myself where I want to go, thank you very much. You don’t get any say.”
    “Tonight I do.”
    “Tonight you don’t.”
    “Do you argue with everyone trying to do a good deed?”
    “You’re not doing a good deed. You’re annoying me.” She turned a corner heading in the wrong direction.
    “Wrong way, oh wise one.” He snatched her arm to steer her the right way.
    She yanked her arm back, but switched her stride. “I knew that.”
    “Of course you did.” He glanced at his watch. Time ticked away. Time he should be using to hunt for Trey. He needed to ditch the exasperatingly attractive woman in the blue dress pronto. No matter how much the thought disappointed him.
    “I’ll tell you what,” Tess started, “you fill me in on the Night Runners, and I promise I’ll go peacefully.” Her steps slowed. She dragged her feet as if they suddenly weighed eighty pounds each.
    “Peaceful or not, I can get you to your car without saying another word.” He would not give her the upper hand.
    “Yes, but that won’t stop me from yelling a few choice expletives on our way. I might rouse the neighborhood.” She tossed him a smug look. “And I’ve got news for you—when I’m mad my voice and language can be pretty alarming. I don’t think you want that kind of