Part 4 (1/2)

Warm, alcoholic breath touched the side of her neck as a shoulder b.u.mped hers.

”No thank you.” Tess turned to find a guy about her age giving her googly eyes.

”Aww come on. I won't bite.” He licked his lips. ”Unless you want me to.”

She took a step back, but it didn't dissuade the poor jerk. He sidled right on up to her again, this time putting an arm around her waist.

”Listen, moron. I said no. Now move away from me or I'm going to break your arm.”

”Tough chick. I like it. I'm Bo.”

”I'm not going to ask you again.”

”Ask me what, gorgeous?”

”Go away, Bo. Now.” She lifted his arm from her side, but he immediately put it back.

”I don't want to. I want to buy you a drink. What's your poison?”

The guy didn't know boundaries and her personal s.p.a.ce wasn't something she gave up lightly. Two more seconds and she'd slug him. ”I said back off.”

”What's your name?” he asked, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort.

”Taken,” came a deep voice from behind her. Hands roamed up both sides of her arms, sending a shock of sinful tremors to all the important points below her neck.

While she could take of herself, she had to admit it felt good to be rescued. Really good. ”Bye, Bo.”

They sidestepped around him, but before they were clear, Bo grabbed her arm. The tug didn't go unnoticed by Trey and Bo's jaw met a square punch. Bo stumbled backward, lost his footing and landed on his b.u.t.t. Someone gasped, but no one moved. Instead, the bar grew silent for a split second before everyone resumed conversing.

As soon as Tess heard the bar door slam and inhaled the cool night air, Trey's friend circled them like an animal ready to pounce. ”What the h.e.l.l was that?” he asked.

”Tess, this is Dane. Dane, Tess.”

She didn't extend her hand. His obnoxious behavior confirmed her first impression. The guy was an a.s.s. ”Hi.”

”Hey,” Dane answered, still circling. ”Now care to explain why you hit that guy?”

Trey ignored the question. ”Where's your car, Tess?”

”It's just...” Her eyes met his and her stomach got tied up in knots. He was looking at her with more fervor than anyone, even Jason, ever had. ”...across the street.”

He glanced at Dane. ”Be right back.” Then, turning, he put his arm around her shoulders and veered her toward the street. He tensed as she allowed her body to relax against his.

”I didn't need rescuing you know.” She never had. Never would.

”I know.”

”Then why'd you-”

”Which. Car.”

”The black one.” She grinned, happy with the popular color choice.

”There's four black ones,” he said, unamused.

”I figured you could use your investigative skills to pick the right one, being that you're so good at finding things by yourself.” It was one last-ditch attempt to see if he'd ask her to join him. She didn't expect him to take the bait, but couldn't help having a little fun.

He walked by the first car, then the second, without so much as a waver. As they approached the driver's side door on the third car, he quirked a smile and stopped. ”Here we are.”

She'd had her head tilted up, trying to decipher his expression as they walked, but he gave nothing away. ”I guess you're better than I thought.”

His smile grew wider. ”You bet I am.”

”You want to make another wager?” He'd stepped right into that one, and an odd mixture of longing and apprehension swirled inside her. Is that what it would take to see him again?

”I think with you it's best to quit while I'm ahead.”

”Time's ticking!” Dane yelled from across the street, his voice carrying over a car cruising by.

”You're not-” she started to say, but Trey had turned and was waving over his shoulder.

”Night, Tess,” he called, halfway to Dane before she blinked. After a second blink, the two were on their way without another glance back.

”You're not ahead,” she whispered, fighting off the disappointment that had no business tightening her chest.

She opened the car door quickly, ready to take off in pursuit and forget about second-guessing herself. But before her b.u.t.t hit the seat, she jumped back out. Trey and Dane weren't driving anywhere. They were headed somewhere on foot. She stashed her purse underneath the seat and shut the door.

The muscles in her legs flexed as she fell back against the car and waited for a bit more distance between them. If she thought about this crazy idea, she'd remember her impulsive behavior often landed her in trouble. And the guy whose backside she couldn't tear her eyes away from was definitely trouble. Because hasty decision or not, she wasn't thinking with only her head. Her stupid heart hadn't beat this intensely in years and if she didn't seize the moment, she feared it might never again.

The men turned the corner and she shot across the street. b.u.t.terflies filled her stomach-an unfamiliar sensation that wasn't entirely unwelcome.

Tonight was about adventure. An adventure with a s.e.xy leather-jacketed male that wreaked havoc with her emotions and didn't want her help.

She'd be sure not to offer it.

Chapter Four.

Stupid, stupid heels. They slowed her down.

Stupid, stupid dress. It s.h.i.+fted in a most uncomfortable manner, causing all sorts of body contortions Tess wasn't used to performing when in hot pursuit of someone.

She was stuck with the dress, but the shoes...she whipped them off, broke both heels and tossed them over her shoulder, then stuffed her feet back inside. Her new footwear wouldn't make walking smoother, but it would keep her ankles from buckling and slowing her down. Kensie would kill her when she returned the borrowed pumps, but what was one more death threat?

”Better,” she murmured, looking up to find Trey farther ahead than she liked. If not for the light s.h.i.+ning down from the full moon, she might have completely lost sight of him.

As she hurried to close the distance between them, a howl sounded from somewhere behind her. Gooseb.u.mps popped up on her arms, from the cool air-not the noise, she rationalized. Maybe leaving her purse in the car hadn't been such a good idea. She had nothing on her. No koa blades. No mercury-tipped darts. No gun. She'd been caught unprepared before and survived, but with her recent bungles, she'd started to doubt her abilities.