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“Probably.”
“I’ve never had sex in a limo.”
“I know.”
She jerked back. “Right. Because you know so much about me. Way too much, Beau. Scarily much.”
“You hold back with your lovers, Avalon. You don’t let people get close. You keep the secret part of yourself—that part with the wilder, darker urges—you keep her chained up.”
No kiss. No lie.
“You don’t have to do that with me.” You won’t hold back with me. “I can handle dark. And I excel at wild.”
Her delicate nostrils flared.
He slowly extended a hand toward her. “Want to hunt with me? I have some resources that can prove invaluable.”
She didn’t take his hand. But she did look at it. With way too much focus. “The flunkies you mentioned before?”
“I do prefer the term friends.” To be clear. “Our first order of business will be finding the jackass who was driving the car last night. Then we focus on your past.”
“And what if the past is tied up in the present? What if the person is one and the same?”
Then they had only one hunt, not two. He kept his hand extended. “I think we’ll find out everything we need to know. I also think you believe I can help you far more than the cops can.”
No kiss. No lie.
But her hand reached for his. Her soft, silken fingers curled around his. “Aren’t you going to say…” Avalon asked with a tilt of her head, “that our partnership will just be business? No sex? No ties?”
Hell, no, he wasn’t saying that. What was he, an idiot? “Screw that shit. You want to have sex with me, then we’ll fuck until you can’t move.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“And we’ll still stop the bad guy.” His fingers curled around hers. Not too tightly. He’d have to be careful never to hold her too tightly. If you held something too tightly, it might break. “I’m the best multitasker you’ll ever meet.”
A faint smile curled her lips. Her dimples almost winked at him. He wanted to see those dimples. He wanted to see a real, full smile spread across her face and light up her eyes. And, what Beau wanted…
He would get.
Sooner or later.
“Trust me,” he urged her.
“If I do, will it prove to be a terrible mistake?”
“I’ve saved your life twice now.” More than that. Unnecessary info. Overkill. “If you can’t trust your hero, who can you trust?”
“I trust you.” She nodded. Then leaned forward and kissed him.
A kiss.
Because her words were a lie.
The scent of the river teased his nose. A pretty enough spot. Tourists certainly seemed to think so. But since it was the day and not the night, the bar known as LeBlanc’s wasn’t bursting at the seams.
In fact, it appeared dead empty.
Once upon a time, the building had been a warehouse. Then it had been abandoned when the business failed. The owner had gone to jail for some smuggling crime. Beau LeBlanc had come along. Stolen the place for a paltry sum, then set about reimagining the location.
