Kimberly Dean - Courting Suspicion

This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all.

She swept her fingers over her mouth to tidy up any smudged lipstick, but discovered she had none left. She uncrossed her legs and put both feet square on the ground.

‘Nina,’ Morgan said in warning.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said politely, ‘but it’s getting late, and I have an early morning.’

‘Come on, Nina. That’s been coming for a long time, and we both know it.’

She zipped up her purse and tucked her hair behind her ear. He was still leaning towards her, getting in her space. She could feel the people seated around them leaning in, too, trying to hear.

‘I really need to go.’

His eyes narrowed. ‘The deal was for a game.’

She glanced at the scoreboard. Her scorecard was way behind now. ‘It’s the seventh inning. The game is official.’

‘You agreed to ride with me.’

‘To the game. Mr Howard can pick me up.’ She pulled her phone from the side pocket of her purse and began to text her security night detail. Her fingers were steady as a surgeon’s, but her forearms were clenched so tight they ached. ‘Please, stay and enjoy the rest of the game. Your ticket will get you into the post-game media interviews, too.’

‘Nina.’ Morgan’s voice like a rock against slate. His hand was in her hair again as he made her look him in the eye.

He could see right to the heart of her.

‘You don’t want to run from me.’

No, one should never turn their back on a predator.

‘I appreciate what you did for Rielle.’ She stood smoothly. ‘Thank you for inviting me, Detective.’

The low sound that emerged from his chest was practically a growl.

‘Josh,’ she said, her voice breaking. ‘I can’t do this.’

‘Yes, we can.’

‘No. We can’t.’

He let her past him, and disappointed sounds emerged from the crowd who’d witnessed it all.

Nina felt the weight of their stares as she walked confidently but quickly to the exit. She could feel the disappointment of all the strangers around her, but it didn’t come close to the regret she felt deep inside her chest.

Her body ached with arousal. Her lips felt puffy, and her fingers craved more than the brief touches they’d stolen. This had been it, her one little bit of self-indulgence. She swallowed hard and lifted her chin.

After tonight, she’d never see him again.

She’d been trying to push Josh Morgan off her trail for a long time now. She was pretty sure she’d finally accomplished her goal. And it was for the best. For everybody.

No matter how much it hurt.

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