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.” The heat in his gaze faded.“Now isn’t the time.I need a list of everyone who’s read your book.I need names, phone numbers.I should probably read the book myself.” His gaze moved down her legs and inched up again.“But first…you have to get out of those shorts.They’re driving me crazy.”And just like that, the heat in his gaze flared back up.He reached out, his index finger hooked her belt loop and he tugged her closer.“Then again, maybe what we need to do is get this stuff out of the way.”“No stuff is happening.” Pulling his finger out of her belt loop, she stepped back.His gaze lowered to her chest, to her nipples pebbling through the thin cotton top.“Why not?”“Because…” She pointed a finger at him.“You have issues, and I’m finished dealing with issues.And stop…stop staring at my boobs!”His eyes shot up but he grinned.“What issues? Besides staring at your…boobs.Which, in my defense, are really nice to look at.”He stepped closer.His sexy, self-assured gait came off way too tempting.She stormed off to her bedroom to change clothes.Yet, even as she went, feeling slightly embarrassed and a lot cautious, the tickle of feminine power brushed over her.Jason Dodd might not have wanted her four months ago, but now was another story.Turnaround was fair play.And this time, she was the one who was going to turn him down.“You’re not staying,” she called over her shoulder.Her tone didn’t even convince herself.Guess she needed to work on her convincing voice, too.CHAPTER NINEYou’re not staying.Sue’s words echoed inside Jason’s head, but she hadn’t convinced him.Not for a second.Not when someone was out to hurt her.Stop staring at my boobs.A smile pulled at his lips.He hadn’t lied; they were really nice to look at.Then the image of her prancing down the hall replayed in his head.Damn, she had the cutest ass he’d ever seen.Why hadn’t he ever noticed it before? Because she’d always been wearing dresses, skirts, or long shirts that hid the treasure.The slamming door should have made him flinch, but nope.His smile held tight.In spite of being afraid for Sue, and madder than hell that someone was putting her through this, he still felt…happy.As if someone had just handed him a new lease on life.He’d returned to the kitchen to see if Sue had any soda when the phone rang.The phone.Shit! Realizing the call could be the stalker, he turned and snatched it off the counter.“Don’t answer yet!” he yelled as he took off for the bedroom.“Don’t answer.” He got to her bedroom door.For a split second he considered knocking, but not wanting her to pick up before he got to her, he let himself in.She shot him a quick look, but her concern appeared directed at the ringing phone.“It says it’s restricted.All those calls are generally from him.” Panic sounded in her voice.“Sue?” Jason put his thumb on the talk button in case she snatched up the phone.“We’re going to answer it at the same time so I can listen in.Okay?”“It could be my mom, calling from Elvis’s phone.Maybe he had his number placed on the restricted list.” Her panicked gaze shot to him.“She calls a lot whenever she discovers her new disease.But I think sex with Elvis cured her.”Disease? Jason quit trying to understand and sat Sue down on the side of the bed.Then he sat beside her.“You ready?”The phone rang a fourth time.Her soft blue eyes had that frightened little girl look that made him want to wrap his arms around her.He resisted the urge and handed her the phone.They hit the buttons at the same time.Sue brought the phone to her ear.“Hello?” Her voice sounded tight.Scared.No one answered.Silence.And then…“Don’t fight it.”Her scared gaze shot to Jason.“The police can’t protect you,” the gravelly voice continued.It was raspy and low, but Jason couldn’t tell the gender.“Die sweetly,” the voice continued.“Slowly.Die, sweet Sue.Die.”A shot of adrenaline hit Jason’s gut.The line clicked silent.The phone slipped from Sue’s hands and crashed onto the wood floor.The batteries dislodged from the phone and rolled in different directions.Because one of them needed to be calm, Jason fought back his own knee-to-the-gut reaction.“It’s okay.We’re going to catch this bastard.” He pulled Sue close.Her face fit into the curve of his shoulder.He felt her trembling.Pressing a hand to her upper back, he expected her to start crying on his shirt again.Not pretty, but he didn’t care.Instead of leaking on his shirt, she pulled herself free.“Who does he think he is?”“I don’t know.” Jason brushed her hair behind her ear and felt an odd sense of rightness being there with her.In her house.In her bedroom.In her bed.The scent of sleepy woman filled his nose.Just like that, the familiar tightness hit his lower abs again.He fought it.Right feeling, wrong time.She popped off the bed.Jason watched her pace from one side of the room to the other.He recognized her reaction all too well; he’d seen it in a number of victims.Anger was always a short walk from fear and panic.And while most people could deal with being angry, fear gave people a run for their money.The problem was that anger took a lot of energy, and unless getting angry could solve the problem, a person generally ended smack dab back in fear, only they were exhausted from the emotional ride.Not that she’d have to suffer exhaustion alone.He’d be there.Die sweetly.Slowly.Die, sweet Sue.Die.The voice from the phone replayed in his head, and Jason gripped his hands together.“We’re going to get this guy,” he said again, feeling helpless at fixing her emotional havoc but damn near certain he’d fix her other problem.He would catch this creep.Sue continued to pace.And for the first time, he noticed what she wore.Or what she didn’t wear.Her white T-shirt dangled mid-hip.Below, she wore…The tightening in his stomach came back threefold.Below, she wore white bikini pan ties.Cotton, but they couldn’t have been sexier.They fit her like a glove.And when she turned around he caught a glimpse of just how shapely her behind really was.Round.Perky.What he wouldn’t give to remove that piece of white cotton.For a second, he allowed himself to just enjoy the view, but then reality sneaked back in.Heightened emotions could easily lead to sexual arousal, but bedding a woman high on emotion was like bedding one who’d had too much liquor.The sex might be fantastic, but the awkward aftershock was considered by most females to be fatal to the relationship.To a male’s way of thinking, it simply meant the chances of repeat sex were almost nil.And one time with Sue wasn’t going to sate him.Plus, he had to stay on her good side while he made sure some idiot didn’t carry out this death threat.Yes, the sex between them was going to be great, but he had to do it right.A pair of khaki shorts on the bed caught his attention.He’d probably regret this later, but he did it anyway.Picking them up, he handed them over.“Here, get dressed.”She yanked the khakis from his hands, unsnapped them, and slid her bare feet and slender legs into the shorts.“Who does he think he is?” she repeated.“I don’t know.” Unable to resist, he gave her a quick kiss on the mouth.Very quick.Considering what he would like to do, he should win a medal for not doing more.A big gold one.“But we’re going to find out.”He ran a finger over her lips, fought the desire to go back for seconds since she didn’t seem to object to the first course.But he knew if she wasn’t riding a wave of emotion right now, she’d be giving him hell.Turning her around, and with only a slight amount of guilt, he put his hands on her backside, allowing himself the pleasure of touching her butt before giving it a gentle push toward the door.“Now let’s get out of the bedroom before I forget my manners.”Moving down the hall, he knew he had to stop thinking like a man and start thinking like a cop.Die sweetly.Slowly.Die, sweet Sue.Die [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.” The heat in his gaze faded.“Now isn’t the time.I need a list of everyone who’s read your book.I need names, phone numbers.I should probably read the book myself.” His gaze moved down her legs and inched up again.“But first…you have to get out of those shorts.They’re driving me crazy.”And just like that, the heat in his gaze flared back up.He reached out, his index finger hooked her belt loop and he tugged her closer.“Then again, maybe what we need to do is get this stuff out of the way.”“No stuff is happening.” Pulling his finger out of her belt loop, she stepped back.His gaze lowered to her chest, to her nipples pebbling through the thin cotton top.“Why not?”“Because…” She pointed a finger at him.“You have issues, and I’m finished dealing with issues.And stop…stop staring at my boobs!”His eyes shot up but he grinned.“What issues? Besides staring at your…boobs.Which, in my defense, are really nice to look at.”He stepped closer.His sexy, self-assured gait came off way too tempting.She stormed off to her bedroom to change clothes.Yet, even as she went, feeling slightly embarrassed and a lot cautious, the tickle of feminine power brushed over her.Jason Dodd might not have wanted her four months ago, but now was another story.Turnaround was fair play.And this time, she was the one who was going to turn him down.“You’re not staying,” she called over her shoulder.Her tone didn’t even convince herself.Guess she needed to work on her convincing voice, too.CHAPTER NINEYou’re not staying.Sue’s words echoed inside Jason’s head, but she hadn’t convinced him.Not for a second.Not when someone was out to hurt her.Stop staring at my boobs.A smile pulled at his lips.He hadn’t lied; they were really nice to look at.Then the image of her prancing down the hall replayed in his head.Damn, she had the cutest ass he’d ever seen.Why hadn’t he ever noticed it before? Because she’d always been wearing dresses, skirts, or long shirts that hid the treasure.The slamming door should have made him flinch, but nope.His smile held tight.In spite of being afraid for Sue, and madder than hell that someone was putting her through this, he still felt…happy.As if someone had just handed him a new lease on life.He’d returned to the kitchen to see if Sue had any soda when the phone rang.The phone.Shit! Realizing the call could be the stalker, he turned and snatched it off the counter.“Don’t answer yet!” he yelled as he took off for the bedroom.“Don’t answer.” He got to her bedroom door.For a split second he considered knocking, but not wanting her to pick up before he got to her, he let himself in.She shot him a quick look, but her concern appeared directed at the ringing phone.“It says it’s restricted.All those calls are generally from him.” Panic sounded in her voice.“Sue?” Jason put his thumb on the talk button in case she snatched up the phone.“We’re going to answer it at the same time so I can listen in.Okay?”“It could be my mom, calling from Elvis’s phone.Maybe he had his number placed on the restricted list.” Her panicked gaze shot to him.“She calls a lot whenever she discovers her new disease.But I think sex with Elvis cured her.”Disease? Jason quit trying to understand and sat Sue down on the side of the bed.Then he sat beside her.“You ready?”The phone rang a fourth time.Her soft blue eyes had that frightened little girl look that made him want to wrap his arms around her.He resisted the urge and handed her the phone.They hit the buttons at the same time.Sue brought the phone to her ear.“Hello?” Her voice sounded tight.Scared.No one answered.Silence.And then…“Don’t fight it.”Her scared gaze shot to Jason.“The police can’t protect you,” the gravelly voice continued.It was raspy and low, but Jason couldn’t tell the gender.“Die sweetly,” the voice continued.“Slowly.Die, sweet Sue.Die.”A shot of adrenaline hit Jason’s gut.The line clicked silent.The phone slipped from Sue’s hands and crashed onto the wood floor.The batteries dislodged from the phone and rolled in different directions.Because one of them needed to be calm, Jason fought back his own knee-to-the-gut reaction.“It’s okay.We’re going to catch this bastard.” He pulled Sue close.Her face fit into the curve of his shoulder.He felt her trembling.Pressing a hand to her upper back, he expected her to start crying on his shirt again.Not pretty, but he didn’t care.Instead of leaking on his shirt, she pulled herself free.“Who does he think he is?”“I don’t know.” Jason brushed her hair behind her ear and felt an odd sense of rightness being there with her.In her house.In her bedroom.In her bed.The scent of sleepy woman filled his nose.Just like that, the familiar tightness hit his lower abs again.He fought it.Right feeling, wrong time.She popped off the bed.Jason watched her pace from one side of the room to the other.He recognized her reaction all too well; he’d seen it in a number of victims.Anger was always a short walk from fear and panic.And while most people could deal with being angry, fear gave people a run for their money.The problem was that anger took a lot of energy, and unless getting angry could solve the problem, a person generally ended smack dab back in fear, only they were exhausted from the emotional ride.Not that she’d have to suffer exhaustion alone.He’d be there.Die sweetly.Slowly.Die, sweet Sue.Die.The voice from the phone replayed in his head, and Jason gripped his hands together.“We’re going to get this guy,” he said again, feeling helpless at fixing her emotional havoc but damn near certain he’d fix her other problem.He would catch this creep.Sue continued to pace.And for the first time, he noticed what she wore.Or what she didn’t wear.Her white T-shirt dangled mid-hip.Below, she wore…The tightening in his stomach came back threefold.Below, she wore white bikini pan ties.Cotton, but they couldn’t have been sexier.They fit her like a glove.And when she turned around he caught a glimpse of just how shapely her behind really was.Round.Perky.What he wouldn’t give to remove that piece of white cotton.For a second, he allowed himself to just enjoy the view, but then reality sneaked back in.Heightened emotions could easily lead to sexual arousal, but bedding a woman high on emotion was like bedding one who’d had too much liquor.The sex might be fantastic, but the awkward aftershock was considered by most females to be fatal to the relationship.To a male’s way of thinking, it simply meant the chances of repeat sex were almost nil.And one time with Sue wasn’t going to sate him.Plus, he had to stay on her good side while he made sure some idiot didn’t carry out this death threat.Yes, the sex between them was going to be great, but he had to do it right.A pair of khaki shorts on the bed caught his attention.He’d probably regret this later, but he did it anyway.Picking them up, he handed them over.“Here, get dressed.”She yanked the khakis from his hands, unsnapped them, and slid her bare feet and slender legs into the shorts.“Who does he think he is?” she repeated.“I don’t know.” Unable to resist, he gave her a quick kiss on the mouth.Very quick.Considering what he would like to do, he should win a medal for not doing more.A big gold one.“But we’re going to find out.”He ran a finger over her lips, fought the desire to go back for seconds since she didn’t seem to object to the first course.But he knew if she wasn’t riding a wave of emotion right now, she’d be giving him hell.Turning her around, and with only a slight amount of guilt, he put his hands on her backside, allowing himself the pleasure of touching her butt before giving it a gentle push toward the door.“Now let’s get out of the bedroom before I forget my manners.”Moving down the hall, he knew he had to stop thinking like a man and start thinking like a cop.Die sweetly.Slowly.Die, sweet Sue.Die [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
