up close, a mix of aftershave and fresh laundry. She reached up with her hands. His shoulders were wide and strong under her palms, his body drawn in a tight arch toward hers. He was all coiled power, and in that moment she wanted to be attracted to him. She honestly did.
Except she just didn't feel that sweet rush of desperation, that wild hunger. Not like she had the night before with...
Now was a hell of a time to be thinking about that other man.
When Butch pulled back, his eyes were hooded. "I'm not doing it for you, am I?"
She laughed softly. Leave it to Hard-ass. Blunt as always.
"You know how to kiss, O'Neal, I'll give you that. So it's not for lack of technique."
He returned to his side of the seat and shook his head. "Thanks a hell of a lot."
But he didn't seem terribly hurt.
And now that she was thinking more clearly, she was glad there was no spark on her end. If she had liked him, if she had wanted to be with him, he would have broken her heart. She was sure of it. In ten years, if he made it that long, he was going to implode from the stress, the ugliness, the sorrow of his job. It was eating him alive already. Every year he was wound a little tighter, and no one, but no one, was going to pull him out of that tailspin.
"Careful there, Randall," he said. "It's bad enough knowing I don't turn you on. But that pity on your face is a real ass burner."
"Sorry." She smiled at him.
"Mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What's up with you and men? Do you, ah, do you like them? Us, I mean?"
She laughed, thinking of what she'd done last night with that stranger. The question of her sexual orientation had certainly been laid to rest. Buried good and hard.
"Yeah, I like men."
"Did someone do a number on you? You know, hurt you?"
Beth shook her head. "I just like to keep to myself."
He looked down at the steering wheel, running his hand around the circumference. "That's a damn shame. Because you're terrific. You really are." He cleared his throat as if he'd made himself feel uncomfortable.
Sheepish. Good lord, Hard-ass was actually sheepish.
On impulse, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You're pretty fantastic yourself."
"Yeah. I know." He shot her his trademark mocking grin. "Now get your butt inside that building. It's late."
Butch watched as Beth crossed in front of his headlights, her hair flowing over her shoulders.
She was the real deal, he thought. A genuinely good woman.
And man, she knew exactly what his drill was. That look of sadness in her eyes just now meant she saw the early grave that was waiting for him.
So it was just as well there was no chemistry for her. Otherwise he might try to talk her into falling in love with him just so he didn't go to hell all by his lonesome.
He put the car in gear, but kept his foot on the brake as she went up the steps to the front lobby. She had her hand on the door and was shooting him a wave when something moved in the shadows beside the building.
He flipped the engine back into park.
There was a man dressed in black heading around to the rear.
Butch got out of the car and jogged silently across the side lawn.
Chapter Fourteen
Wrath's sole focus was getting to Beth. So it wasn't until he was halfway across the courtyard that he heard the human behind him.
"Police! Halt!"
And then there was that all-too-familiar sound of a gun being cocked at him.
"Let me see your hands!"
Wrath caught the man's scent and smiled. Lust had been replaced with aggression, and the fighting urge was as strong as the sexual one had been. The guy was full of juice tonight.
"I said, halt and hands!"
Wrath stopped and reached into his jacket for one of the stars. Cop or not, he was going to drop the human, put a nice little slice through his artery.
But then Beth threw open the slider.
He smelled her instantly, and wouldn't you know it, he got a hard-on.
"Hands!"
"What's going on?" Beth demanded.
"Get back in the house," the human barked. "Hands, asshole! Or I'll put a window in the back of your skull."
By this time the cop was no more than ten feet away and closing fast. Wrath lifted his palms. He wasn't about to kill in front of Beth. Besides, that gun