e purred behind her

ick pavement. She tried to melt into the late-night crowd, but

ided like a shark-silent, black,

slid down. Finnegan's face remained in sha

rumble, carrying easily through the frozen ai

her ribs. She broke into a clumsy run, her h

e from the car

n unfolded himself from the back seat. In two long strides

is chest. Gasping, she staggered back, her eyes

trouser pocket, looking down at her like a colle

demand. He extended a hand, not to help her up, but as

metallic shock of blood. "I don't

ng over the screen. "I'm sure Kendell would be happy to come down here and

of Kendell-drunk, furious, dragging her back to the car-was unbearable. A ho

h. "Caprice Booth." Th

ame slowly, softly. "Caprice. Bo

The air thickened, charged with something electric and danger

gance of it was stunning. Of all the things she'd expec

ng eyes and realized, with a jolt o

way to something wild and hysterical-a lau

shoes, up the impeccable lines of his sui

Arms trafficking? Only a gangster or a warlord would have the audacity to

river in the front seat s

the cold amusement vanished, replaced by a burning, hungry fire. It was the lo

us laugh rumbl

shing the curve of her ear

ce Booth. You now have