Before she could think, he bent his head and was kissing her, only this wasn’t anything like the chaste kiss she’d gave him. His mouth slanted across hers, demanding her response. Soft and warm, his...

He was an FBI agent. She was a wanted fugitive. To think the would be together was like saying maybe a shark could go vegetarian. It just wasn’t going to happen.

So what do you do for sex? Just one-night stands? Or do you play a lot of five-on-one?” — Clarissa

Here, you drive,” Erik said.”What? Why?””In case we do have to start shooting; I have a badge and you don’t,” he explained.”Fine. But for the record, I’m a better shot than you are.””For your information,...

Erik got to his feet, aware of her watching him, and tried not to preen at the frank admiration in her eyes. Preening was not manly.