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“What are you doing here?”
“You and Rain are going to pack your bags and come with me.”
When she hoisted her shoulders back in defiance, her towel slipped. She made a grab for it, crushing the cloth in her balled fist. “Are we under arrest?”
“No, Dove. But it’s not safe here. You’re coming with me. Now.”
She opened her mouth to protest. He took a hasty step toward her and pressed one longer finger over her lips.
Staring deep into her eyes, he murmured, “Don’t argue with me. Just do as I say.”
Her heart slammed into her ribs and kept on pounding hard and fast in reaction to his nearness. His scent. The way his finger felt against her mouth. Even that glare in his eyes mingling with a spark of concern had her body tingling—everywhere—for him.
Slowly, he peeled his finger away from her lips and let himself fall back a step. His stare never left hers. “Okay, Dove?”
Maybe it was the shock of finding him in her kitchen. Maybe it was that look in his eyes that said he wanted to peel that towel off her, lift her onto the counter and spend the morning defiling her kitchen…
But she felt herself nod in agreement.
ChapterFour
As Quaide looked around Dove’s living room, he raked his fingers through his hair. The space was pale gray like the color of the bird she was named after, with cozy carpet and plump pillows. Tall windows made the space airy and light, in contrast to the scathing remarks the Priester sisters were exchanging behind the closed bedroom door.
“Do you ever stop to think how irresponsible your actions are, Rain? I told you—many, many times—not to open the door. To anyone!”
“He said he was FBI. Jeesh, Dove. You need to calm down. Your face is getting red and your eyes are starting to bug out a little.”
“You haven’t seen the worst of it yet!” Dove’s voice raised a notch higher as she lost more control.
Quaide’s lips twitched up at one corner. He’d never seen her this mad—or in this case, heard her. But he was more than a little relieved that the anger wasn’t directed at him.
He walked to the bookshelf and skimmed the titles as the sisters continued their argument.
“I know you told me not to let anybody in the apartment, but you have to agree that it was the right move. He’s going to get us out of here. He’s here to help us, Dove.”
“He doesn’t know what he’s getting into with you. Now stop talking before I shove you in my suitcase and zip you up!”
A chuckle bubbled up his throat. He was dying to see Dove’s face when she mutteredthatthreat, but he had a good imagination when it came to this woman.
“Now what are you doing, Rain? You arenottaking my suede boots.”
“Really? They match this outfit so well.”
“Oh my god. Who cares about your outfit when you’re hiding from the law?”
His stare settled on the closed door, every inch of his brain connecting to what she said.
So his guess was right—Rain was wrapped up in some sort of crime.
“I don’t have any shoes that match this shade of honey brown, Dove.”
“Fine! Take the damn boots! This isn’t even me—I don’t get upset. Ever! Just lemme out of this closet before I do something I regret.”
A few bumping noises followed. Then the bedroom door flew open and Dove appeared, her face red, her eyes slightly bloodshot and bulging just as Rain had said.
Quaide’s heart spasmed. She was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen in his life.
Using all her strength, she heaved a suitcase through the door behind her. He stepped forward to take it from her.
