Rescue Me by Allie Adams Page A

brow. “Calling in the
big guns?”
    Shit. Shit . She was always so damn
perceptive. “Like I said, Tommy Miller's grandfather has a long
reach.”
    “I'll bet.”
    “Did you need something?” He didn't trust
himself with her for too long. Those icy blue eyes sliced into him
and weakened his resolve.
    “I, uh…” Kathryn glanced around and then
reached for something behind her, bringing out a handheld radio. “I
wanted to make sure you had some way to contact me—my
communications officer, I mean—if your team found anything.”
    “You think we're conducting our own search in
parallel?”
    She looked at him. “Of course you are.”
    “How can you be so sure?”
    “Because that's exactly what I'd do.” She
went to close the door to the Com Van but stopped and swung back
out. “Spencer? We're on the same team here, working toward the same
goal. There's no such thing as over communicating. I plan to share
everything with TREX. All I ask is that you offer me the same
courtesy.”
    Son of a bitch. He forced a nod and nothing
else. “Understood.”
    Her voice softened as she gave him a hint of
a smile. “Would you like to come in? We have the heater going.”
    “I'm fine.”
    “Your lips are blue.”
    He chuckled. “Thanks, but I really should be
getting back.”
    “Okay. Spencer?”
    He braced himself. She was being too nice. He
knew better than to trust that she'd had a sudden change of heart.
“Yeah?”
    “You'd tell me if you had information about
this search that would alter its outcome, wouldn't you?”
    The honesty in her expression, swirling in
those beautiful eyes, tore at his soul. God, he couldn't do this.
Guilt weighed on him. He wanted to talk to her, he really did. But
Weber was right.
    The less she knew the better.
     
     
     
SIX
     
    Kat fought the disappointment squeezing at
her heart. It would take more than offering Spencer a radio before
he'd open up about this search. He was hiding something. She just
didn't know what.
    Why did he just stand there? He kept glancing
at the Com Van, then toward the woods the TREX agents hid in, and
then back. Something bothered the hell out of him. She wished he'd
talk to her.
    Maybe she should talk to him instead.
    “I'm going mobile,” she announced to her
communications officer and grabbed the handheld radio Spencer
refused. As she left the Com Van, closing the door behind her, the
noise caught his attention and he turned to face her. He watched
her approach, his gaze never faltering, even when she slowed. He
had the power to hold her right at the edge of sanity with nothing
more than a look. A tight swirl of energy coiled around her womb,
tantalizing her with muscle spasms centering between her legs.
    How did he do that?
    On any other TREX agent, no one would bother
a second glance at the way the black outfit hugged his muscular
frame. On Spencer it looked downright wicked. He could pose for one
of those hot male calendars and never even have to remove the
shirt.
    And Kat would buy every last one.
    The shirt displayed his bulging arms and
hard, tight abs. If only she could see him without it on. She loved
his chest and let out a petulant sigh that it was hidden.
    For some insane reason, the way he held
himself, his broad shoulders squared and flawlessly poised, he
appeared at least seven feet tall. He couldn't be any taller than
his six feet three inch frame allowed, and deep down she knew that,
but he seemed so much larger at that moment.
    At five feet nine inches, she was by no means
a small woman, but Spencer dwarfed her. With him, she felt safe,
protected, and her body always tingled in a heightened state of
arousal.
    A shudder ripped through her. She conjured up
the memory of their last time together. Him lying next to her,
possessively holding her close, their bodies hot and wet with
perspiration after a frenzied lovemaking. The walls of her vagina
tightened at the vivid memory, sending chills up her spine. Her
heart slammed against her