He bucked up against her, not enough to move her off, but enough to let her feel just how hard he wanted her.
“But…?” she asked, this time absolutely breathless.
Darius’s voice also changed.
Now he was gravel and grit.
“Butlet’s save us both some trouble and just spend the night in this room.”
It wasn’t a question, and even if it had been, Eve wouldn’t have needed to give an answer.
They both knew neither one of them were leaving.
Not each other.
Not the room.
And certainly not the bed.
Chapter Twenty
Lana’s world flipped upside down as the cruiser was driven off the road. One second she was strapped into the back, the next her hair and arms were dangling downward to the roof of the car.
Her first instinct was to check on her wrist, fresh from surgery, and the sling that had come loose.
The next was to escape.
She unbuckled her seat belt and thudded against the roof of the car. One of the windows had blown out, and broken glass pressed against the scrubs she had been given after her surgery. If the glass had cut into her clothes and skin, she still wouldn’t have slowed. Where there was a will, there was a way, and now she could see that one of the windows that was no longer in one piece just so happened to be one she could reach.
A groan sounded from the front. One of the two deputies meant to escort her to the sheriff’s department was obviously still alive.
But she wasn’t going to check on him.
Lana scrambled through the pain, and the window, until her good palm felt dead grass and dirt. A line of trees wasn’t too far from her. Once she got among the trees, even hurt she could outrun law enforcement.
After that?
She could disappear again.
This time, she wouldn’t come back.
This time—
“I suggest you don’t run just yet.”
A man’s voice interrupted her evolving plan. It was so even and calm that her curiosity paused her flight response.
Lana turned to see if he looked as composed as he sounded, standing at the top of road’s shoulder. He wasn’t too young and he wasn’t too old and wore what she imagined someone would wear to a business interview. Khakis, a button-up and a thin jacket with a common logo on its chest. She had never seen him before, but he obviously knew who she was.
He pointed back to the road. The SUV that had created their crash was waiting, passenger-side door open.
“There’s a new job,” he said.
Lana’s head swam a little as got to her feet. She made sure not to show the discomfort.
“Who are you?” she asked.
The man laughed.
