His cock twitched between his thighs at the thought.
Mary, Mother of God, when did everything in his world become about Regan Thomas?
When you first saw her in Epoc’s lab?When she first kissed you, back in her home?
He sat up, ignoring the blazing agony his side was becoming.Shit.Falling in love was not part of his plan.Get her out of Sydney.Take her far away from Epoc.Keep her there.Keep her safe.Thatwas his plan.
She’s never going to be safe with you, Dec.You know that.Not while Epoc is alive.
Cold realization closed over him and he clenched his jaw.As long as Nathan Epoc was alive, he had to stay away from Regan.
Another cold wave washed over him.Not only at the danger he’d brought into her life, but at the complete and absolute knowledge he couldneverstay away from her.Never.
He straightened from the chaise, walking across the ballroom in long, determined strides.The only way to never stay away from Regan was to wipe Nathan Epoc’s existence from the face of the planet.And the only way to wipe Nathan Epoc’s existence from the face of the planet was to take Regan farther away than he’d planned.
What he needed now was a fast car.
Areallyfast car.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Sydney’s peak hour traffic turned the roads to sludge.Metal sludge.People sweated behind their wheels, hammered at their horns, hurled abuse out their windows and generally went nowhere.
Peter’s grip on his own steering wheel tightened.The urge to activate the hidden red and blues on his unmarked car and part the gridlock like Moses parting the Red Sea made his fingers itch.One flick of a switch and he’d be moving.No closer to finding Reggie, but moving.If he were moving he’d be focusing on the road.Not the confusing, alluring and far too distracting female beside him.
“This is going to be a very poor partnership if you never speak to me again, Detective.”
“I’ll speak to you, Yolanda.Once I figure you out.”
A throaty chuckle filled the cabin of his car.“Not until then?Then I guess we will never speak.A pity, really.”
Irritation made him scowl.“Are you playing me for a fool, Vischka?”
“What do you mean?”
He glared at the traffic, muscles tense.“Nothing.”
“Do you mean the attraction between us?”
His pulse kicked up a notch.“Drop it,Detective.”Anger rolled through him.At her unexpected statement and his physical reaction to it.
“If I tell you I was immediately attracted to you?”
“I said drop it.”
“Why?Because you feel the same way?”
He shook his head.“What are you after, Yolanda?”
“After?”
“Call me suspicious, but I still have a problem with you becoming my partner the day my sister goes missing.”
“And I had something to do with that?”She chuckled, low and throaty as always, the sound making his jaw clench and his balls throb.“You have seen too many movies, Detective.”
He didn’t respond.
“You need to trust me.”Yolanda’s warm hand smoothed over his thigh and her voice grew husky.“How can we work as partners if you do not trust me?Verdammt,Peter.You can feel the chemistry between us.I see it in your eyes, I feel it in your muscles.Imagine what it would be like if you only trusted me?”
