Texan Undercover (Romantic Suspense) by Anne Marie Novark Page B

it to?"
    "Yes. No. Hell, I don't know. I keep thinking
about that kiss, damn it."
    "Well, quit thinking about it."
    "Haven't you thought about it, Claire?" His
deep voice flowed over her like melted chocolate.
    She clasped her hands in her lap. Had she
thought about anything else since Monday night? "Not much," she
said.
    He threw her a knowing look. "Right. You
don't lie very well." He turned his attention to the road, but kept
his hand on her leg. He rubbed his thumb gently on the inside of
her thigh. Tiny shards of pleasure zipped along her nerve endings.
"Confess. You've been thinking about it."
    "Maybe a little. So what? We decided not to
act on it. We're not going to act on it." She tried to move her
leg, but it was impossible. She was trapped between the man and a
computer monitor.
    "I've been thinking about what you said."
Dillon shifted gears at the light. She couldn't take her eyes off
his hand between her legs.
    "What I said?" Her throat felt dry.
    "That you're not interested in a
relationship. Don't really want to get involved."
    "And what exactly have you come up with,
Sherlock?" She had to get a grip here. She could not let him see
how he was affecting her.
    He grinned. "Good one. You made a joke."
    "I do that on occasion," Claire said. "I
thought I wasn't your type. Sounds like you've changed your tune.
Why is that?"
    "I want your body."
    The bottom of her stomach plunged down to her
toes. The man had a way with words. Right to the point,
no-holds-barred.
    A grip, Claire. Find that grip.
    "Really?" she said. "I wouldn't have guessed
that in a million years."
    "How long has it been since you've had
sex?"
    "I beg your pardon? I don't think that's any
of your business."
    "It's been a while for me, too," Dillon said,
ignoring her response. "Neither of us wants a relationship. I won't
be in Austin that long. It's the perfect setup." He down shifted at
a light; his hand was between her legs again.
    "Perfect for you. Not perfect for me." Claire
grabbed his wrist and lifted it off her thigh. "I suggest you keep
your hands to yourself and your mind on the job."
    "Just think about it," Dillon said. "We'd be
good together."
    "I don't want to think about it."
    "Fine, then don't."
    He pulled to a stop outside e*Claire's. "Hand
me the keys. This won't take long. You can wait here."
    "I'm coming with you."
    "What's wrong? Don't you trust me?"
    "No." She didn't trust him; she didn't trust
herself.
    Dillon opened the truck door. "The feeling is
mutual. Come on then."
    Claire started to climb out. "You don't trust
me, but you want to go to bed with me?" The words tumbled out
before she thought. Her purse tangled with the gearshift and she
lost her balance. Dillon caught her in his arms before she fell to
the pavement.
    "Thanks," she said, her voice breathless.
From her near fall, not from his nearness. When had she started
lying to herself?
    He held her close, staring at her mouth. "I
don't have to trust you to want to sleep with you, Claire."
    "Well, I do." She pushed out of his embrace
and searched her purse for keys. "I think trust is important."
    "I don't trust anyone. In my line of work,
it's not possible."
    Claire jabbed the key in the lock. A brisk
February wind whipped around them. She shivered and was glad to
enter the warm interior of the cafe.
    "You never told me what was so important that
you had to drag me here on a Sunday afternoon." She punched in the
security code and flipped on the lights.
    Dillon made a beeline to the computers and
booted them up. "Roger Nash called this morning. Someone breached
his firewall again. Planted a nasty worm in his database. I need to
download files so my partner and I can go over them tonight."
    "I'll be glad when you catch this guy,"
Claire said. "I'm going to make myself a cappuccino. Want
something?"
    "Coffee. Black." He didn't even glance her
way, his mind was already on the job.
    Walking to the back of the cafe, Claire told
herself she was glad Dillon's attention wasn't