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He laid his hand at the small of her back and gently moved her through the front door. On the front porch he grinned. "Give me your keys."
She dug in her purse and pulled her keyring out. It had a pink fuzzy sweater as an ornament and some charms hanging off of it.
"How in the hell do you carry all this around?"
She giggled and held her purse higher. "In here."
Taking the pink fuzzy sweater and all the crap hanging on the key ring, he locked her door and the deadbolt, then handed her keys back to her.
His hand found the small of her back once again and they silently moved toward his truck.
He stopped at the passenger door, opened it, but halted her. "Hang on. I'm going to open this envelope first, out here in case there's powder in it. Stand behind me."
She licked her lips and moved behind him. He reached into his glove box and pulled out a small kit they kept in case of things such as this. He tugged the rubber gloves over his hands, then held the envelope out in front of his body and ripped the end of it open.
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Shianne couldn't decide if she wanted to stare at Myles' strong, firm shoulders or watch what he was doing. Also, WTF kept popping into her head. The sound of the paper ripping had her peering over his shoulder. She fought the urge to hold on to his waist. Hopefully, she’ll get the chance to do that later tonight.
His head turned to her over his shoulder. "No powder inside."
Stepping from behind him, she swallowed. "Okay."
Her eyes locked on the envelope as he pulled out a single sheet of paper. It had been ripped from a spiral notebook. One of those small ones you can easily slip into a shirt pocket. In black ink the words scrawled on the paper were, "Liar. Fake."
Her stomach twisted in her belly and heat roared up her body like lighter fluid-soaked charcoal. Her throat felt dry and swallowing multiple times didn't seem to make a difference. "I'm not a liar."
"Did that woman who came into the store sign anything?"
She shook her head slowly. "No. We didn't get that far."
"Okay." He opened a small bottle and pulled out a cotton top applicator. Smearing a small amount of the liquid on the letter, he watched it for a moment.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking for drugs. Sometimes, these jerks lace letters with fentanyl."
She stepped back. "Why?"
"The short answer is they're assholes. The longer answer is they get their kicks out of shit like that. And, also, they're assholes. If this woman is pissed at you, she might think she's getting even with you not selling her drugs by inadvertently getting you high. Trouble is, sometimes it kills."
"I don't have drugs to sell her." Her heart beat so hard it nearly hurt.
He put his kit into the glove box. Holding the cotton swab in his left hand, he pulled his glove over the top of it and enclosed it inside his glove. Pulling the second glove off he looked back at the house for a moment, then to her. "Where is your garbage?"
"Oh, I can take it."
He shook his head. "Just show me."
She moved toward her garage service door to the right side. Pulling her keys from her purse again, she unlocked the door and pointed to the garbage can sitting just inside the door. Myles lifted the lid, tossed his gloves in, then dropped the lid.
When he turned, they were face-to-face. With her heels on, she stared straight at his throat, where she could see the beating of his heart. A slight lift of her face, and she could look into his eyes. His scent wrapped around her. She wanted to feel his lips on hers again. So many emotions slammed through her body.
As if he knew, his head dipped slightly, and his lips found hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close. The firmness of his body made her nipples pebble. The instant his hand slid around her waist; shivers skittered down her spine. His strong fingers splayed out over her back. His other hand held her head in place from the back, and she felt safer than she'd ever felt. Warmer than she'd ever been. And so danged excited for all of this newness.
He deepened their kiss and she felt moisture gather between her legs. As their bodies warmed, their scent mixed together and was intoxicating.
His stomach growled and she could feel the rumble in her belly. His lips pulled away from hers. "Sorry," he whispered.
