â€śDo you think Iâ€™m a con artist or a victim?â€ť
â€śI think youâ€™re a woman who has been hurt.â€ť No denying
that. â€śOne of my team members, Wade Monroe, is contacting
the Montgomery family. Weâ€™ll get DNA from them and find
â€śIf Iâ€™m Jessica.â€ť There was hope in the words. Enough
hope to break his heart.
â€śWhen will we know?â€ť
It would take a few days, even with the strings that he
could pull. â€śAs soon as possible,â€ť he said, not wanting
to give her a specific timetable.
â€śThank you.â€ť Then, just like that, she was across the
car, giving him a tight hug. â€śThank you.â€ť
His arms wrapped around her, an instinctive response. She
smelled faintly of flowers, a sweet scent that teased his
nose, and her body was soft against his.
She tried to pull away, as if realizing what sheâ€™d just
For an instant he was tempted to hold her, to keep her
Sheâ€™s a client. Focus.
He let her go, but his body ached.
â€śI â€¦ um â€¦ I should get inside.â€ť
Yes, she should. While he was still clutching tight to
his control. The control that said he shouldnâ€™t push her.
Shouldnâ€™t want her so much. Not when sheâ€™d already been
hurt so badly.
Her fingers reached for the door.
â€śLet me,â€ť he said, voice rumbling, and Gabe climbed from
the Jag. In seconds he was on the passenger side, opening
her door for her. She rose, and her body brushed against
He stepped back. Distance. He seriously needed to put
some distance between then. But even with some fast steps
back, he could still smell that light and sexy scent that
clung to her body. And he still wanted her.
â€śYour shrink asked me a lot of questions about you,â€ť Eve
told him as she stood temptingly close.
Gabe inclined his head. â€śIâ€™m sureâ€”â€ť
â€śI think she wanted to know why I respond so much to
Oh, hell, sheâ€™d just said â€¦ He cleared his throat even as
part of his body surged in quick response to her. â€śItâ€™s a
tense situation, youâ€™reâ€”â€ť
â€śYou donâ€™t look at me as if Iâ€™m a victim.â€ť
He stopped talking.
â€śI mean, you know what I am, but you still look at me and
seem to just see me â€¦ as a woman.â€ť
â€śOthers see you the same way.â€ť Doc Tyler sure did.
â€śItâ€™s different with you,â€ť she murmured as she stepped
even closer to him. Her head had tilted back so she could
look into his eyes. â€śI donâ€™t know what Iâ€™ve felt for
other men before.â€ť
Why did the idea of others have his body knotting with
â€śBut I know that when I see you, I want.â€ť A hushed
confession. â€śI just â€¦ I needed to tell you that.â€ť
And he needed to make his self-control a hell of a lot
stronger. Her lips were just inches from his, and he
wanted her mouth beneath his. Wanted her lips open.
Needed to taste her.
â€śYouâ€™re the first man Iâ€™ve wanted since I opened my eyes
in that hospital.â€ť
He could actually feel his control splintering. Client.
â€śYou probably donâ€™t want me. Iâ€”I might not be your type.â€ť
Now her gaze had fallen, as if in embarrassment. Had she
really just asked if she was his type? She was probably
every damn manâ€™s type.
â€śBut you make me feel normal again, so I had to tell you
His fingers curved under her chin. â€śEve â€¦â€ť
Her smile was a little too big. Too bright. â€śI donâ€™t
think I can handle anything else right now, Iâ€™m â€¦â€ť She
pulled away. Stumbled onto the sidewalk. â€śI just wanted
to tell you how I felt,â€ť she told him again.
Then she walked into the shelter, her steps hurried. As
if she were running.
He stared after her. She wanted him.
And she was so beyond his reach.