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“Did you know the bartender?”
“No.”
“So, if he tells them anything at all, he’s going to say a woman with dark hair bought a glass of wine? Not a lot to go on.”
“We don’t have a lot to go on either, do we? Have you heard anything about Dax’s condition?”
“I called the hospital when I was waiting for you to get your wine, and he’s the same.”
“Why did you come downstairs to find me?”
“You know, it’s funny. I had a feeling something wasn’t right, or maybe I wasn’t happy with the idea of you wandering around on your own after everything that happened.”
“Maybe I’m rubbing off on you. I’m the one with the ESP. How’d you even know I was in the stairwell?”
“I had just stepped off the elevator and saw you go through the door. There were a bunch of people waiting for the elevator, so I couldn’t get your attention.” His hand slipped up to her thigh. “And you’re definitely rubbing off on me.”
“I—I think one of the men was my uncle.”
“How are we going to prove that? How are we going to prove anything?” He stretched out beside her. “Maybe it’s time to call that FBI agent and tell him what we know.”
“Which isn’t a whole lot.”
“Maybe he knows something that can make sense of what we’ve been grasping at. He’s the one that made the connection between the Lords of Chaos and the drug trafficking.”
“I’ll call him tomorrow.” She yawned. “This was supposed to be a relaxing getaway. I don’t even have my glass of wine.”
He trailed his hand up her body and slipped it beneath her T-shirt. He cupped one of her bare breasts in his hand, swiping the pad of his thumb across her peaked nipple. “I have ways of relaxing you that don’t involve hot tubs or alcohol.”
She sighed and her eyelashes fluttered. “We do have some unfinished business, don’t we?”
“The thought of that unfinished business is the only thing that kept me sane in that supply closet.” He rolled up her T-shirt and flicked his tongue inside her navel.
She combed her fingers through his hair. “Do you know what would relax me right now?”
Rolling his head to the side, he looked up at her through narrowed eyes. “Don’t tell me watching TV.”
She scooted out from beneath him and pushed him onto his back. Then she straddled him, yanked up his T-shirt and dragged her fingernails along his chest.
As she rocked against his erection, she whispered, “Forget TV. I have all the entertainment I need right at my fingertips.”
He closed his eyes and let her entertain him.
* * *
SCARLETT KICKED THE tangled covers from her legs and rubbed her eyes. Through the closed bathroom door, she heard the shower running.
She scrambled from the bed. If Jim planned to boot her out of Timberline, she planned to get her fill of him first.
She crept into the bathroom, filled with citrus-scented steam, and whipped aside the shower curtain.
Jim grabbed her and pulled her under the stream of warm water.
She let out a yelp, and he laughed. “If you thought you could surprise an army ranger sniper, you’ve got another think coming, woman.”
She kissed away a rivulet of water sliding down the flat planes of his chest. “Why did you sneak away?”
“Sneak?” He ran soapy hands down her back. “I got a call from the hospital about Dax and figured I’d better get ready.”
“Is it bad news?” She dug her fingers into his sides.
“No. Not good news, either. He’s still unconscious. They just called to tell me he’s been moved to the main hospital.”
“Are you going to visit him today?”
“Yeah. Like you said last night, he might be aware of what’s going on around him.” He kissed her. “I’ll leave the shower to you.”
She finished showering by herself, but it had gotten a lot cooler without Jim...and a lot less interesting.
By the time she got out, he was dressed and looking at his phone with his eyebrows drawn over his nose.
“Is it Dax?”
He looked up. “A strange text from an unknown number.”
