Page 9 of Collateral Damage

“Very.” Her lips barely twitched. “But I like that.”

“I’m glad.” It felt good to be honest with her about something. It made it too easy to keep going. “I like you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

Wade leaned in close, finally getting the full scent of her deep, dark perfume. He breathed it into his lungs, hoping it might stay there. Make it possible to keep a part of her with him long after he had to leave her behind.

“You’d be surprised what I know.” He dared to get closer, letting his lips barely graze the shell of her ear.

“And what I don’t know I can always figure out.”

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SHE’D LOST HER damnmind.

But he was so...

So lots of things.

And all of them were making her consider leaving with him. Going wherever he was willing to take her.

Do something a little crazy for once in her life.

Bess shoved her half-empty bottle across the table. “Let’s go.”

The barely-there widening of his dark eyes gave away his surprise. At least part of him didn’t expect her to do this, which was way less than how much of her didn’t expect her to do it. Never in a million years would Bess have thought she would be the girl leaving a bar with a devastatingly handsome, but mostly unknown, man.

But here she was, and it didn’t feel as wrong as she thought it might. Quite the opposite actually. So far everything with him felt easy.

Felt right.

Whitt stood. A slow, easy movement that seemed to take forever. Probably because Bess held her breath the whole time. Watching him with greedy eyes.

Good Lord the man was gorgeous. The epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, and for some reason he wanted to leave with her tonight.

Maybe he was a serial killer.