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She pulled at her shirt, trying to break it away from her hot skin. “My place.”
“What do you want, Sandra Dee?”
Her sex quivered. An actual quiver. Oh, that was bad. Just that voice, whispering to her in the dark, and she ached.
He knew what she wanted. Had to know. “Are you alone?” Dee asked. Probably not. Probably had some stacked bimbo crawling all over him.
“What do you want?” A sensual demand.
“You.” She cleared her throat. “Apartment B-6, Groves Terrace.”
His breath rushed over the line.
Then, click.
She knew he was coming.
Dee tossed aside the phone and paced to the edge of the bed. She lifted the mattress and checked to make sure her gun was close. She always kept her weapons close.
He was coming.
Her gaze darted to her hands. No blood. This time.
* * *
Fuck, fuck, fuck—talk about some serious bad timing. Simon jumped out of his Mustang and stared up at the apartment on the left, the one with the white terrace and the French doors open on the second floor balcony.
Dee.
She’d moved fast. Faster than he’d expected, but he wasn’t about to turn away from her. If the lady wanted him, she’d get him.
Screw the dawn.
They had an hour. At least. He’d take more time later. Now, now he’d give her what she wanted.
And make her need him more. Because soon, she’d have to need him more than she’d ever needed anyone. Need him enough to turn away from everything and everyone she knew.
Simon bounded up the flight of stairs. He raised his hand to pound on the door.
Dee wrenched open the door. She stood there, clad in a thin T-shirt that cupped her breasts, a T-shirt that barely skimmed the tops of her pale thighs, and she stared at him with her dark, wide eyes.
Simon tried to jerk his tongue back inside his mouth. “Uh, Sandra?—”
“Dee.” She grabbed him. Her hands fisted around the front of his shirt, and she tugged him inside.
“Ah, what’s the rush?—”
“Don’t want the neighbors to see.”
What? She had neighbors who were awake at four thirty in the morning?
And since when was he the woman’s dirty little secret?
“I don’t want forever.”
His eyes widened at that. Couldn’t help it.
“I don’t want you to tell me that you love me. I don’t want lies or promises that you won’t keep.”
