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Cannon clasped his hands around the back of his neck and yanked on his hair. His eyes watered as he spun and stared at the back of the FBI agent he didn’t want on the case.
Seemingly random numbers and letters scrolled on Rosalie’s laptop screen as she sat and typed. The pixels created a surreal glow around her tousled black hair piled on her head. He spun her chair around.
Her amber gaze lit with green flames, like copper in a fire. “Hey! I’m working here.”
He leaned closer to the dragon he’d awakened inside the snow angel. “I need answers.”
“So do I.” She twisted back to the screen. “Let me find them.”
“Now, Rosalie.” Grabbing her hand, he tugged her to her feet and ushered her to the door. To his surprise, she didn’t protest.
Grady peered at Rosalie over Annie’s head. “We need to catch this son of a bitch.”
Cannon ledRosalie out of the ER and into the dark recesses of a small courtyard surrounded by the hospital’s walls. “Now,Special Agent Snow Angel, tell me everything you know about Malgor and what he’s capable of.”
She tugged on the hem of her suit jacket. “Don’t call me Special Agent Snow Angel.”
Cannon caught her hands. “Why not?”
His chocolate breath teased her nostrils. “It’s silly, and it makes me sound soft.”
He brushed the hair off her forehead, careful not to touch the area he’d stitched, and trailed his finger down her cheek. “I witnessed how tough and fearless you are on the mountain and in my ER, but don’t think for one second that I’ve forgotten how soft and responsive you can be.”
Fearless.
Her mother had said only hours ago, and not for the first time, that men weren’t attracted to fearless women. Easton hadn’t been receptive to her strong opinions. Yet Cannon seemed to value her strength, and that made him?—
Focus, Zenner.
He dropped his hand to her waist. “Kissing you felt like falling into fresh snow on a sunny day. Soft and cold with just the right amount of heat.”
Oh, she remembered the heat.
“But you’re not soft right now.” His fingers slid to her back. “You’re tense and scared.”
She brushed away his hand. “I can’t afford to be either of those things.”
“Still doesn’t mean you aren’t.” He glanced at his watch. “I don’t have much time left to decide what to do about the ransom, and I’m counting on you to help, starting with answers.”
She blinked. “Did you just ask for my help?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. I know someone who wouldn’t.”
“Would that someone be Easton?” A muscle pulsed in his jaw. “Care to explain why Red Snow’s most notorious womanizer called you darlin’?”
She offered a flirty smile Bella would be proud of. “Jealous?”
“Yes.”
Her mouth dropped open. She’d expected sarcasm or denial, not confirmation.
“Easton’s a good friend, but he’s a jerk when it comes to women. You can tell me why you were wasting your time with him later.” He pressed her jaw up with the tip of his finger. “Help me understand who our enemy is.”
Our enemy?Since her father’s death, she’d lived in fear of when Malgor would strike physically. The time had arrived. She didn’t want Cannon or anyone else in this town being used as pawns in Malgor’s game.
Too late for that.
