She didn’t know how to respond.
He chuckled. “I just meant I don’t want to be responsible for you drinking and driving, so you could sleep here.”
“Oh. I actually didn’t drink that much wine. I’m pretty sugared and caffeinated, to be honest.”
“That’s good.” He cleared his throat, still staring at her. “But you really can stay here if you want. I have guest rooms.”
It felt like he left a lot unsaid, like that he also had a bedroom she might want to share. She could almost see him holding back then wondered if she was imagining things. Just because she found him attractive didn’t mean he was into her that way.
Jane had something men seemed to like, but it wasn’t necessarily looks. She was pretty in a rough sort of way. Not like Jenn Sullivan, who could have skipped the FBI to model fulltime.
“You should probably go,” Matthew said, his voice gruff, his gaze roaming her face.
Uh-oh.Thatlook she recognized.
So hewasattracted to her.
She had no idea what to do with that information. So when he reached out a hand, she took it and let him help her to her feet.
In silence, he walked her downstairs to the front door, his hand still holding hers. At the door, he drew her closer.
She blinked up at him. “Matthew?” Why the heck was her voice so soft?
Leaning close, he whispered a kiss against her lips. There and gone.
“I’ll see you soon, Jane. Please, be careful. And let me know what you find about the Collective and that book.”
“I will.” Her mouth tingled, but she focused enough to leave and walk to her car, get in, and start it up.
She touched her lips, still in shock.What the heck have I gotten myself into?
A conspiracy?
Kissing Matthew Scott?
She drove home, still in a state of unreality until she slid between the covers and set her alarm.
Jane had a job to do, and she’d do it no matter who stood in her way.
With any luck, she’d find answers and relay them to Matthew over their next dinner.
And maybe score another kiss or two.
She went to sleep with a smile on her face.
Chapter 16
“What do you mean,it’s missing?” Jane asked early Monday morning at work, wishing the news surprised her.
The woman in charge of evidence collection shrugged. “I’m sorry, Agent Cannon. The book was here, but it’s been checked out. I can’t read the name on the sign-out roster.”
“What about the cameras? We should be able to track who signed it out.”
“We had a power outage yesterday. At about the same time the evidence was signed out.”
“Damn.” Jane thanked the clerk and left, knowing she wouldn’t find it. She wished she’d paid better attention to the codes in the thing, but at least she’d copied down the names alongside those that included her victims.
Every single one of them were multi-millionaires. And every single one was now on her suspect list.
