“You know I’m a cop?”
I nodded.
“You know Lee owns a private investigation service?” My brows drew together but I nodded again.
“You know al the boys on his payrol are experienced bounty hunters?”
My eyes widened. I didn’t know that.
“Real y?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you tel ing me this?”
“‘Cause, you aren’t at the Marriott, I’l find you or one of them wil and they’l bring you to me.”
Holy cow.
My throat closed with fear and I swal owed hard to open it.
“You’re joking.”
“Nope.”
Boy, was I in trouble.
“Why?” I asked.
“You know why.”
I did. I knew why. I knew exactly why.
Fatal attraction.
“Whisky—”
“Sunshine, promise me now and mean it.”
I thought about it. I could have dinner with Hank. Then it would be done. Then I’d find a time to tel Uncle Tex my plan, I’d place the breadcrumbs for Bil y to find me and go back to Chicago with him. Then, I’d get my stash of clothes and money from Annette and, with Uncle Tex’s help, I’d disappear for long enough for Bil y to forget me and move on.
And, in the meantime, I could have a pleasant memory, a nice meal with a handsome guy.
I sighed.
“Okay, I promise to be at the hotel.”
I thought that’d be it, but his lips came down to mine, his hand at the back of my head tilting my face up and he kissed me again. It was a repeat of the first, but better (if it could be believed).
When we finished, my arms were around his neck again.
“I’m gonna have to ask you to stop kissing me,” I whispered and, even to myself, I didn’t sound very convincing with my request.
He smiled.
“I’m not gonna stop kissing you, but I’l wait until tomorrow night to do it again.” His hand fisted gently in my hair and his mouth went to my ear. Then he said, “And, as soon as I can, I’m gonna taste more than your lips.” Good God. My head went dizzy, my br**sts swel ed again, my ni**les got hard and my knees went so weak, I had to hold on tight.
“You’re moving too fast,” I whispered.