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A shiver of disgust rippled over Maddie’s skin. Her six-inch heels scuffed across the
pavement and her feet throbbed. She scooped her hair off the back of her neck and dropped it over
her shoulder. His hands had been all over her tonight—serious progress. But the second she got
home, she was going to scrub her skin raw. A horn blared from the dark street ahead and a car
whizzed past. The smash of a beer bottled sounded behind her. She didn’t turn around.
She dug her hand in her black shoulder bag that matched her skimpy, black dress and pulled
out her keys. She enjoyed dressing sexy every once in a while, but prancing around the club with
naked dancers on stage and bringing drinks to sleazy punks was not her cup of tea. But she was
almost done. She’d spent two months laying bread crumbs, and the stupid oaf was finally showing
interest other than wanting to take her in the back room and screw her senseless. She shuddered.
One day, she’d have to sleep with Carlos in order to keep up the charade. Her finger pressed the
unlock button and the headlights of her sleek, black Mercedes flashed at her.
She opened the driver’s side door and her bare legs slid over the warm leather.
Goosebumps raced over the back of her neck and she slammed the door and locked it. She
swallowed and closed her eyes. This assignment had her on pins and needles. It wasn’t like her
other investigations in the past. This one was more than just work, more than putting a bad guy
behind bars. This one struck a nerve. And if Carlos found out what she was up to…he would kill her.
An arm closed around her throat from behind her, crushing her back against the seat. Her
heart slammed against her breastbone and her fingers gripped the black sleeve that surrounded her.
Her chest screamed for air, but not a sound left her mouth.
She wouldn’t die like this.
She twisted against the arm, hurling herself forward, but he held her tight. Her fingernails dug
into her palm and she shot her fist over her shoulder, connecting with his face. It was enough to
loosen his hold. She
yanked his arm forward, gripped his fingers, and bent his wrist back toward his elbow. He yelped.
“Christ, Maddie. It’s me,” he growled.
Her gaze flew to the rear-view mirror. Fiery hazel eyes met hers. Her chest expanded on an
exhale and she whipped around in her seat. Her eyebrows snapped down.
“You stupid—”
“Hey, easy now. I was only trying to help you. What the hell are you thinking getting in your
car without checking the back seat? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Because that’s how easily it
could have happened.”
Her anger settled to a low simmer. Nate McIver made her blood boil like no one else. He
pressed her buttons, teased her, and worst of all, wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole. Oh no.
Nate was too noble. Too
good of a friend to give in to the attraction that burned between them like a flashfire. And he wasn’t
her friend. Barely, anyway. He was a coward and a jerk… but he was here. He’d shown up when
she’d needed him. The
only one she could trust right now.

Author: Angie

Mom, blogger, social media influencer, healthcare worker View all posts by Angie