Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents 7)

/> Then he had his fingers wrapped with hers. He pulled her away from the scene and toward a waiting car. They climbed inside. Rachel didn’t speak. At that point, she wasn’t sure what to say.

I never loved you.

Hadn’t she already said enough to him?

He cranked the car. A remembered tendril of fear slipped through her, but the engine started easily. They left the harbor.

Rachel wasn’t sure what would happen next but she did know that her life was changing.

The EOD was done for her.

Jack was off the streets.

And Dylan? Her gaze slid to him. She’d never seen him quite like this before. A hard, dangerous edge clung to him and his body was tight with intensity. She had the feeling that his powerful self-control could snap at any moment.

When it did, there would be no going back.

Chapter Nine

“You need to get out of those clothes,” Dylan said as he shut the door behind Rachel.

He wanted to touch her again, to pull her against him. He couldn’t seem to touch her enough.

She’s alive. She’s safe.

He had her in his home. Soon he planned to have her in his bed.

Rachel glanced at him. Her eyes were so wide. “I don’t... I don’t have anything to wear here.”

“You can wear one of my shirts.” He motioned toward the bathroom. “A hot shower will make you feel better.”

“I don’t know...” Her voice was hesitant. “I feel like I’ve already had enough water to last me a lifetime.” But she headed for the bathroom.

He locked his muscles and didn’t follow her.

She’s alive. She’s alive. Those words were the mantra that he had to keep repeating to himself.

Because every time he closed his eyes, he saw her, limp in his arms.

Don’t leave me.

He raked a hand over his face. He had to make some plans—fast and furious plans. Rachel was going to try and slip away. That couldn’t happen.

He’d screwed up. Royally. He’d only been trying to keep her safe, but Rachel wouldn’t have seen it that way. She would’ve thought that he was doubting her abilities. Doubting her.

I was an idiot.

He’d been torn in two. Torn between the leader and the lover.

The lover had won the fight. He’d moved heaven and hell to get Rachel taken off the case. And the lover had been the one to suffer when Rachel stared at him with betrayal in her eyes.

How do I fix this?

Dylan didn’t know, but he had to try. He had to do anything, everything, to make her look at him with trust in her eyes again.

He could hear the rush of water from the shower. Good. The water would warm her. Dylan hurried into his bedroom, stripping off his shirt as he went. He could use a shower, too. Actually, he could use a shower with Rachel, but that wasn’t going to happen.

At least it wouldn’t be happening any other place but in his fantasies.