Former detective Dane MacLain has spent the last year gathering intel against Whitman Enterprises, the company he believes responsible for his wife’s death. When a beautiful and intense woman shows up with information, Dane is willing to accept all she has to offer, especially when the help comes in such a sexy package. Caught in a deadly cat and mouse chase, Dane must do everything he can to protect Marnie as they run for their lives.
Our shelf life going into this heist is short. And I have to protect myself. Do you understand?”
No, he hadn’t a clue. She might as well have been speaking Greek, but she was looking at his lips as if she were remembering their kiss, and he understood that. He made as if to stand, teetering on the brink of leaving to prevent a fuckup, then sat back down. This whole thing was getting ridiculous. It was just a kiss. “I get it. You’re afraid you’ll fall in love with me.”
She laughed from the belly, leaned back with all her weight onto her palm, which rested on a file that slipped out from under her. She fell onto her back, prompting her to laugh louder. She lay laughing on files that represented a year and a half of painstaking, single-minded, obsessive hunting for Alice’s killer.
He enjoyed the hell out of her. It was the first time he’d smiled in this room of misery. Gratitude and hope hit him hard. She made him feel like anything was possible, that she was on the level, that maybe he had found someone who would help him rather than hurt his family.
When she calmed, wiped the worst of the tears from her cheeks, she lay there smiling. He lowered himself onto his elbow next to her. “I’ll take that as a no.”
She chuckled again. “Oh, I could fall in love with you, MacLain. Easily. That’s not what I’m afraid of.”
“Then what?” The moment was surreal. They were just two people, trying to connect. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened. Maybe in high school. No. It was all about sex then. College, maybe, though sex had a lot to do with that, too.
“You don’t know me,” she said. “You don’t want to, really, because then you’ll have to deal with how I fit into what happened to you.” She sobered, and so did he, because she was right. He hadn’t pointed that fact out, but it rode him hard. She came from the company that had ruined him. Killed Alice.
Kris Rafferty was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts. After earning a Bachelor’s in Arts from the University of Massachusetts/ Boston, she married her college sweetheart, traveled the country and wrote books. Three children and a Pomeranian/Shih Tzu mutt later, she spends her days devoting her life to her family and her craft.