lts on her apartment door. Beck followed her insid

ensive, custom-tailored suit was a stark contrast to her IKEA bookshelf and the worn, comfor

her coffee table, the knitted blanket draped over a chair, the framed photo of her and Paige laug

m," she mumbled, needing to do somet

d set it on the coffee table. "T

jured hand. He made no move to tend

n front of him, her movements stiff. She uncapped the bottl

fingers brushed against his skin. It was hot, electric. A

r hair, the curve of her neck. The air grew thick, charged with an unspoken en

te to create some distance. "All done," she said, her voice

he tiny kitchen alcove. Her hands were shaking so badly

ss of ice water in

ight behind her.

contents-ice cubes and cold water-sloshed out, cascadin

wool, clinging to his thigh and groin, outlining

sto

ain simply ceased to function. Then, a s

so, so sorry! I

toward him, but her hands were trembling so violently that she fumbled, stumbling forward. To catch her balance, she instinctively thre

ressed against the hard muscle of his stomach. A low, guttur

dy scorched her palm. A blush so intense it felt like a

but his fingers shot out, clampin

es had darkened to the color of slate, blazing with

idn't have to. His body's

till pressed against him, his hand locking her in place. The small apartme