“Damn right, I kissed you. And I would be doing one hell of a lot more if it weren’t for the fact that the bastard got away. It was the prick on the motorcycle.” His hands slid over her shoulders. His grip tightened. “I was afraid the fool pretending to be the FBI agent had come back and gotten—”
She winced when his fingers slid over a bruise.
Swearing, Remy let her go and jumped back. “I hurt you.”
“No, I—” Okay, yes, it had hurt. “Not your fault. My shoulders are just a little, ah, sensitive—”
“Because some fucker put his hands on you.” Low. Lethal. Promising all kinds of hell in retribution.
She inched back a step. This was…scary Remy. Intense Remy. Still way-hot Remy, but…stranger Remy.
“Don’t.” A growl from him. “Don’t be afraid of me. I wouldneverhurt you.”
She licked her lips. Could have sworn she still felt his kiss. “Because…you’re a Fed? And Feds don’t hurt people?”
His eyelids flickered. “Sure, let’s go with that story.”
“Youarea Fed, aren’t you?” Her stomach was twisting but it was no longer due to the excited butterflies that had been spinning around when he’d kissed her. Instead, fear caused the churning. “That’s how you knew the man at the door was a fake when you first talked to him. You’re the real deal.”And I am in so much trouble.
“I’ve worked with the Feds.”
Confirmation. Her shoulders slumped.
“And the CIA,” he added with barely a pause. “You can say that I get around with my services.”
The news just got worse and worse. When she’d first seen him in that rundown bar, she’d thought he was the answer to a prayer. Now she realized that…
Maybe this is how it ends for me.Her stare locked on the floor.
“Is it fascinating down there?”
Her head snapped up. Her eyes met his.
“Didn’t think so,” he muttered. His hand ran over his face. “I want answers. Didn’t think they fucking mattered, but these jerks aren’t giving up. We need a plan of attack. We need—”
She knew exactly what they needed. With her shoulders hunching even more, Jacqueline lifted her hands toward him. She turned them over, so that her wrists were up. “You need to arrest me.”
One of his eyebrows slowly rose. “Why would I do that?”
“Because…” She choked down the lump in her throat. “I’m a thief.” There. Said. Done.
His hands rose and curled around hers. No—around her wrists. That same crazy spark surged through her at his touch, and she wondered how she could still feel that burn when he was about to call hisrealFBI buddies and lock her away.
His fingers lightly caressed her skin.
“Remy?”
“What a coincidence,” he murmured and flashed her a killer smile. “So am I.”
***
“Confirmation,” Nate Lark said into his phone. He’d braked his motorcycle on the side of the godforsaken road.Nature.He freakinghatedbeing out in nature. His left hand slapped at a mosquito that was attempting to drain blood from his neck. His right kept gripping the phone. “I saw her with my own eyes.” Jacqueline had been standing right next to the big bruiser near the cabin. “She’s at his place.”
“Dammit, I thought so,” his partner Tim seethed back. “When he wouldn’t let me past the front door, I knew he had her in there.”
Yeah, yeah, whatever, Tim should get a gold star or some shit for being right. “It’s just the two of them. We can take them whenever you want.”
“He knows the sheriff.”