Agent in Training by Jerri Drennen Page A

came to mind. She was sexy as hell, and that realization made him angry.
    Abruptly, he shook her arm. “Wake up, Shiloh. We’re here.”
    Her green eyes fluttered open and she looked around, squinting with confusion. “Where are we?”
    “Your parking garage. I’m going to help you up to your apartment.”
    “No, I’ll be fine.” She reached for the door handle, but Nick stopped her.
    “I am going to walk you up.”
    She didn’t look pleased, but leaned back and waited for him to come around to help her out.
    As he guided her on unsteady legs, to the elevator, Nick glanced around at the walls of concrete around them. He caught a flash of something that made him uneasy. He swung around.
    “What?” She stared at him questioningly.
    “Did you see that flash?”
    Her eyes narrowed. “No, Why?”
    “Because I did.”
    Nick knew he wasn’t seeing things. Someone was nearby, and from what he could gather, they were taking more pictures. The photo in Shiloh’s office came rushing back. Could the person who took the snapshot be here in this parking garage? Now?
    Was Shiloh in danger?
    Nick quickly grasped her arm and rushed her to the elevator. He reached inside his jacket and unsnapped his shoulder holster, readying his revolver.
    The elevator doors opened and he pushed her inside, shielding her with his body until they closed.
    When the doors were secure, he exhaled and glanced at her.
    Her lips twitched with amusement as she pressed the eleventh-floor button.
    “What? You think this is funny?”
    She nodded. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m protecting you… What the hell do you think I’m doing?”
    “Playing Bond. James Bond,” she said in a bad British accent, then giggled.
    Nick scowled. “This is not a joke, and if you weren’t so drunk, you’d see that.”
    “I’m not drunk.” She backed up and tripped over her heel.
    Nick caught her before she fell backwards. He pulled her up hard against him. The contact was like a jolt of electricity to his system.
    Her breasts brushed his chest and sent out an SOS to his brain that he was sinking fast. Their eyes met; the lustful invitation in her gaze turned their depths an iridescent green, instantly causing his groin to stir.
    Seconds ticked by.
    His heart raced. His cock hardened.
    He leaned in, his lips inching closer to hers and the warmth of her breath fanned his cheek. Then the elevator doors swished open, and broke the spell.
    Nick mentally shook himself, grabbed her hand, and pulled her down the hallway. "What number are you?"
    "This one," she said next to the door
    “You have your key?” He sounded angry to his own ears, but he couldn’t help it. She completely unnerved him.
    She fumbled with her purse, going through it one item at a time, pulling out a tampon, then quickly stuffing that back inside. Her cheeks reddened and heat flooded his own face.
    All he needed was to see her feminine products. That only reiterated the fact she was indeed a woman—a very desirable one, at that.
    Frustrated, Nick rubbed his forehead impatiently. “Shiloh, the keys?”
    She glanced up. “I know. I’m looking.”
    “Look faster. I’m getting old here.”
    She gave an unladylike snort, then found the key and placed it in the lock. After turning the key and the knob, she frowned. Shiloh turned the key again and this time opened the door. She turned back to him. “Well, good night.”
    Nick looked over her shoulder into her darkened apartment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come in and check things out?”
    “Check it, for what? I don’t need you to protect me, Trent. I was CIA when you were still in school.” She flipped on the light, and Nick immediately saw her apartment had been ransacked.
    Her hands flew to her mouth, and she started to shake uncontrollably.
    Nick pulled her into his arms and held her tight. “It’s okay. I’ll call 9-1-1 and they’ll send a unit out.”
    He unclipped his cell phone, and without releasing her, pressed the