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    extra careful."
    "Fair enough. But." I paused, catching and hold-
    ing his gaze. "Drew, his letter bomb hurt an
    innocent bystander. She's scarred and could have
    been blinded. I don't care if whoever did this is the
    love of your life, your first-born or your uncle, who-
    ever it was has to pay for that." Maybe that made
    me an insensitive jerk, but it had to be said.
    "I agree. All I'm asking for is a little time."
    Reluctantly I gave in. "You've got it. How are you
    going to hold off the cops?"
    Drew shrugged. "I'm not. They'll do their thing
    with what they already have. I'm just not going to
    give them anything else. Yet. But you don't have to
    be involved. Go back to Leidenton."
    "No." The TV sitcom that had become my life
    was morphing into an equally bad PI wannabe
    show. With a paranormal subplot. For the first time,
    I started wishing I revamped shopping malls, not
    Victorian Gothic mansions. "The bastard brought
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    me in with the letter bomb. Besides, you need my
    skewed synapses."
    "I need you," he murmured sadly, and the flavor
    that zinged across my senses was apple enhanced
    again to hard cider. I swallowed hard, and couldn't
    speak for a moment. The only thought in my head
    was that he could have died. "Sorry," he sighed, ris-
    ing quickly to his feet. "I shouldn't have said that."
    I didn't hesitate. I shot to my feet and a split
    second later I was in his space. "You could have
    died," I growled, as if it was his fault some lunatic
    was trying to waste him. I grabbed a double fistful
    of his shirt and yanked him closer, "You don't get to
    do that." Then the words were tangled up in my
    throat, choking me, so I pushed through my panic
    and confusion and craving, and claimed his mouth
    in a hard, desperate kiss.
    Drew's arms clamped around me, one a solid bar
    at the small of my back, welding our hips together,
    the other across my shoulder blades. I probably
    couldn't have broken free if I wanted to. Not that I
    had any intention of testing it. Instead I stayed as
    close as was humanly possible, and eased my knee
    between his legs so that my thigh was putting just
    enough pressure on his cock for me to feel the
    swelling heat. Drew moaned into my mouth and I
    drank his breath as if it was life itself. Given that
    he'd been trapped since Monday, it should have
    been gross, but it wasn't. It was Drew and he was
    alive, and it felt like coming home. His stubble
    rasped my skin as he laid a series of open-mouthed
    kisses along my jaw, and I dropped my head back
    to give him better access. He was whispering my
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    name between each kiss, and I was drifting in a
    vortex of apple brandy.
    Surrounded by Drew's presence as well as his
    embrace, I rested my forehead on his shoulder. "I
    can't promise you anything," I said, my voice
    muffled by his dusty, sweat-sour shirt. "I wish I
    could." The trouble was, I didn't know what the hell
    I meant by that. "But anything you want--"
    "I know." His lips pressed into my hair, and his
    hands moved sure and strong over my back. "We
    can work this out. We have to. I like having you in
    my life, Perry Latimer."
    I thought of Joe and how easy it was to be with
    him, how easy it had been for both of us to walk
    away afterward. Friends. With benefits. I didn't
    think I could be that casual with Drew. God help
    me, I didn't want to be that casual with Drew. I'd
    known the man for three weeks to the day and he
    had turned my world on end and shaken it inside
    out.
    "Yeah," I muttered. "Me, too." Right then I didn't
    care if I was rebounding. Too much had happened
    recently, and I'd had it hammered home just how
    fragile life could be. Wrapped up in his arms, feel-
    ing the solidity of his muscle and bone, I knew I'd
    come to a safe harbor. Surely I could allow myself
    this? Whatever this was. For however long it lasted.
    "You're thinking too much." Drew's mouth moved
    slowly over my scar as he spoke, the light touches
    tingling through me like mild electric shocks. "I can
    hear the gears grinding. If it helps," he continued,
    "I've wanted you right from the start. Something just
    clicked into place. I didn't know who you were,
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    what you looked like under the blood, why you
    were lying there, whether it was deliberate or an
    accident. Only that I'd been given a chance--we had
    been given a chance."
    "For what?" I asked, feeling as if I was drowning
    in Calvados.
    "Damned if I know. We should take some time to
    find out when this crazy mess is tied up."
    "Yes. We should." I leaned on him a moment
    longer, then reluctantly started to move away.
    Immediately he let me go. "So," I said quietly.
    "Business as usual."
    "Yeah. Going over this place and the rest of the
    property, planning out the projects. I watch your
    back, you watch mine, and we both watch Lee like
    hawks."
    "Perhaps we can set a trap of some kind, see who
    falls into it," I suggested, with no idea how in God's
    name we could do it. I could appreciate that Drew
    wanted to know exactly how deep his own family
    was in this mess, but we should be calling in the
    cops now, not later.
    "That's a thought. But we need to take the heat
    off while Toby does his digging." He gazed off into
    space, frowning. "If I was to drop a few hints to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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