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He didn’t glance away from the envelope and was now using small pieces of tape to transfer the black powder to a slip of paper from his kit. He took out his phone, snapped five photos and then set everything aside.
“Jace, this is scary. My business could be at risk.”
He circled the table and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Your business? What about your life, Bronte?” His eyes took on a wild gleam.
“Wh-what is the threat?”
“It’s warning you to take the one million offered by The Broker’s client.”
Her heart thudded. “And if I don’t?”
Jace’s hand worked around her shoulder to her spine. When he dragged her up against his chest, she immediately curled against him like Hemingway would.
“If you don’t, they’re going to find you.”
“They already know where I am.”
His arms flexed around her, drawing her tight against his body. “And dump you off the Golden Gate Bridge.”
* * * * *
Jace’s body couldn’t pick a worse time to wake up and realizejusthow much he wanted the woman in his arms.
As he locked her against his chest, his fly started getting a little too tight. Then she wiggled closer, plastering her hips to his.
Dammit, his zipper would explode any moment. She was sweet-smelling and soft in all the right places. He tried to remember that she was a very trying woman. Some would even call her difficult.
But he enjoyed seeing the flare of irritation in her expressive dark brown eyes.
Though her footwear left a lot to be desired.
Still, she had great style, sexy but not slutty like the ladies who hung out at the bar in Stone Pass.
Her partner had screwed her over. Bronte was trying to protect her company from bad press—and boy, did he feel that after the shit that went down at Abel Security.
The Broker would not stop until he got what he wanted from Bronte, which only leftJace with a primitive need to protect her more than any ward he ever had.
A shiver ran through her. Jace slipped his other arm around her and squeezed tighter. “It’s gonna be all right. You’re safe. I got you.”
“I can’t believe it got so out of control so fast. I feel like you showed up at my office a month ago, not yesterday.”
He issued a gruff chuckle. “I’m offended by that.”
His joke, however small and lame, did what he hoped and pulled a snuffling laugh from Bronte.
“I only meant that so much has happened,” she said.
“Don’t try to take it back now. The insult was made.”
She twisted her face against his chest and let out another giggle. Before he realized it, he slid his hand up her spine to cradle her head. The silky strands of her hair against his callused fingers made his heart thud harder.
Bronte tipped her face up to his. Their gazes clashed and those sparks he’d been denying he felt since the moment he stepped into the Artemis office and spotted that streak of edgy red hair flickered into flames.
He searched her eyes. She searched his back. He dropped his gaze to her full red lips.
They parted on a gasp.
“Bronte,” he roughed out.
