another towel. Not liking to sleep with a wet head, she flipped on the blow dryer and let the warmth and the familiar motions soothe her frazzled nerves.
But somehow she didn’t think she’d sleep tonight, not with him downstairs. Not with his tempting bargain preying on her mind. At least she no longer thought he’d kill her. If he was going to, he’d have done it after she’d tried to shoot him.
Instead, he’d held her a little too close before he’d handed back her gun. She could still recall his arms encompassing her, holding her tight while she tensed, waiting for the fatal shot that never came.
Had it been her imagination, or had a tremor rippled through his muscles as he held her? When she’d turned around, he’d appeared all steely and commanding. Then he’d relaxed while they sparred with words over the dinner table and a new kind of tension had started to grow.
She couldn’t have missed his appreciative gaze that let her know he found her attractive. Once her fear had subsided, she’d begun to see Kane in a different light. As a man. With his dark hair, dark eyes, and a body to die for, he wore his masculinity like a shield. But it was his bargain that dominated her thoughts, twisted into her psyche and made her wonder if the drugs she’d breathed in had lowered her inhibitions. Or was it the man himself?
Whether he worked for some secret governmentagency, she didn’t know, but he carried himself with the bearing of a soldier, or one of those martial arts experts who moved soundlessly through the shadows. But her memories might only be hallucinations, and his seemingly impossible feats might have been simply delusions caused by the almond drug. She shook her head, fluffing the last of her hair dry and turning off the blower.
She exited the bathroom and stepped over to the dresser. Tonight she would not sleep nude. She reached for a T-shirt and shorts as if the flimsy material could protect her from him…and her own thoughts.
At the sound of an unnaturally loud click, Fallon spun around. Her towel began to slip. She gasped, her hand grabbing the terry cloth.
Kane stood beside the bed, a faint glint of humor on his lips, his eyes hungry. “I like your outfit.”
F ALLON POSSESSED the most incredibly sexy legs Kane had ever seen, trim ankles, sleek calves, shapely knees, and firm thighs, which the skimpy towel did little to hide. He swallowed hard, trying to remember she hadn’t accepted his terms.
At the sight of him, her eyes flashed and her body went taut. “What are you doing in my room?”
“Disabling the panic button.”
A bead of moisture trickled from her temple, down her creamy cheek, onto her full lip. She licked it away with the tip of her pink tongue, sending a flash of heat straight to his groin.
She padded to her closet and pulled out a robe, then donned it over the towel. “I have no intention of calling the cops.”
“So you say. All the same, it’s better to remove the temptation.”
She straightened her spine and jerked the belt at her waist tight. For a moment, Fallon’s fingers played nervously with the sash and then as if she realized what she was doing, she thrust her hands into her pockets.
Kane pulled a screwdriver from the tool chest he’d found downstairs and turned his back to her. Unfortunately, with her, out of sight was not out of mind. Damn it! He had to remember that she might not ever agree to his terms. With a determined effort, he bent to the alarm cover plate. From the corner of his eye, he watched the towel slither from beneath her robe and she kicked it away.
He gritted his teeth. Lord, the woman even had attractive feet with cute high arches and long straight toes. He imagined holding one slim foot in his hand, caressing his way up those fabulously long legs. The screwdriver thudded to the floor, and he knelt by her bed to retrieve it.
Her scent wafted up from the sheets, reminding him that while he might be eager to have her, he
But somehow she didn’t think she’d sleep tonight, not with him downstairs. Not with his tempting bargain preying on her mind. At least she no longer thought he’d kill her. If he was going to, he’d have done it after she’d tried to shoot him.
Instead, he’d held her a little too close before he’d handed back her gun. She could still recall his arms encompassing her, holding her tight while she tensed, waiting for the fatal shot that never came.
Had it been her imagination, or had a tremor rippled through his muscles as he held her? When she’d turned around, he’d appeared all steely and commanding. Then he’d relaxed while they sparred with words over the dinner table and a new kind of tension had started to grow.
She couldn’t have missed his appreciative gaze that let her know he found her attractive. Once her fear had subsided, she’d begun to see Kane in a different light. As a man. With his dark hair, dark eyes, and a body to die for, he wore his masculinity like a shield. But it was his bargain that dominated her thoughts, twisted into her psyche and made her wonder if the drugs she’d breathed in had lowered her inhibitions. Or was it the man himself?
Whether he worked for some secret governmentagency, she didn’t know, but he carried himself with the bearing of a soldier, or one of those martial arts experts who moved soundlessly through the shadows. But her memories might only be hallucinations, and his seemingly impossible feats might have been simply delusions caused by the almond drug. She shook her head, fluffing the last of her hair dry and turning off the blower.
She exited the bathroom and stepped over to the dresser. Tonight she would not sleep nude. She reached for a T-shirt and shorts as if the flimsy material could protect her from him…and her own thoughts.
At the sound of an unnaturally loud click, Fallon spun around. Her towel began to slip. She gasped, her hand grabbing the terry cloth.
Kane stood beside the bed, a faint glint of humor on his lips, his eyes hungry. “I like your outfit.”
F ALLON POSSESSED the most incredibly sexy legs Kane had ever seen, trim ankles, sleek calves, shapely knees, and firm thighs, which the skimpy towel did little to hide. He swallowed hard, trying to remember she hadn’t accepted his terms.
At the sight of him, her eyes flashed and her body went taut. “What are you doing in my room?”
“Disabling the panic button.”
A bead of moisture trickled from her temple, down her creamy cheek, onto her full lip. She licked it away with the tip of her pink tongue, sending a flash of heat straight to his groin.
She padded to her closet and pulled out a robe, then donned it over the towel. “I have no intention of calling the cops.”
“So you say. All the same, it’s better to remove the temptation.”
She straightened her spine and jerked the belt at her waist tight. For a moment, Fallon’s fingers played nervously with the sash and then as if she realized what she was doing, she thrust her hands into her pockets.
Kane pulled a screwdriver from the tool chest he’d found downstairs and turned his back to her. Unfortunately, with her, out of sight was not out of mind. Damn it! He had to remember that she might not ever agree to his terms. With a determined effort, he bent to the alarm cover plate. From the corner of his eye, he watched the towel slither from beneath her robe and she kicked it away.
He gritted his teeth. Lord, the woman even had attractive feet with cute high arches and long straight toes. He imagined holding one slim foot in his hand, caressing his way up those fabulously long legs. The screwdriver thudded to the floor, and he knelt by her bed to retrieve it.
Her scent wafted up from the sheets, reminding him that while he might be eager to have her, he
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