Did he think Cale was that killer? Did it even matter to him?
She licked her lips. “You might know them, you might have worked with them before, but don’t trust them, either, okay?”
He put the truck into Drive and pulled away from the apartment. They passed two unmarked vans. Her body tensed at that sight. The agents were pulling in all kinds of resources on this case.
My brother didn’t kill Reed.
She had to find her brother before the agents did. Logan Quinn scared her, and she didn’t want that man hunting her brother.
Cale wasn’t the killer. She’d prove that fact and find her brother.
* * *
“YOUR BROTHER’S IN town.” Jasper made this announcement as soon as they pulled through the gates at her ranch after a silent ride back.
He parked the truck on the side of the graveled drive and turned to face her. The better to catch her reaction.
She thinks Logan and Gunner are after her brother. But she doesn’t suspect me. Why?
Why the hell does she trust me so much?
Part of him was humbled by that trust. No one had ever had such blind faith in him before. But another part, a darker part, was angry.
He was going to betray that trust. Break it. Break her.
That’s not what I want.
She jerked free of the seat belt. “Don’t you start this. Don’t tell me that Cale is a killer!”
That hadn’t been what he intended to say, but yes, all signs sure pointed to the fact that Cale was very much a killer.
Veronica pushed open the door and hopped out of the truck.
Where was she going?
He killed the engine and followed her. “Veronica!”
It looked as if she was planning on leaving his butt and walking the rest of the way back to the ranch.
At his call, she didn’t stop walking. He ran to her, caught her arm and forced her around to face him. He was leaning over her, their faces close. Her cheeks were angry, flushed.
Damn if he didn’t want to kiss her.
She’d kissed him before. Didn’t that mean it was his turn? Turn or not...
He took her mouth.
She didn’t fight, didn’t gasp, didn’t try to pull away.
Veronica stood on her toes, shocking the hell out of him, and she kissed him back. Kissed him back with passion and fury and lust.
Enough lust to make a man ache.
His hands eased down her body, curled around the flare of her hips, and he lifted her up against his aroused flesh. She turned him on more than any other woman ever had. With just a kiss. He wanted her.
Naked.
Eager.