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Authors: Susan Mallery

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She fed him the last of the granola bar then unwrapped one for herself.

“Is there a Mr. D.J.?” he asked.

“No.”

“Just no?” Quinn raised his eyebrows. “A former Mr. D.J., then?”

“Not even close.”

“Why not? A pretty woman like you should be married.”

She laughed. “You sound like an Italian grandma. I have no interest in getting married. It was an institution invented by men to get their needs met. They get full-time live-in help, including a maid and a nanny when they have kids. Not only don’t they have to pay for it, but most wives will do all that and go get a job. Marriage is a great deal for men, but what do women get out of it?”

“Safety. Security.”

“Right. Tell that to the women at the local shelter. The ones who have been beat up by their loving husbands.”

“You’ve obviously thought this through,” he said.

“It didn’t take long.”

She finished her granola bar and opened his second one.

“So you keep your men on a short leash?”

She leaned toward him. “I keep them in a cage.”

She’d thought he might be offended by her opinions and bluntness, but instead he laughed. Her forearm brushed his chest, and she felt the rumble of his amusement.

His dark gaze locked with hers. “Do you have them all running scared or are a few of them brave enough to stand up to you?”

“Most are too busy heading for the hills. They want soft, gentle, trusting women.”

“You can be soft.”

“Right. That’s me. A delicate flower.”

“You’re still a woman, D.J. Combat boots and a few fancy moves don’t change that.”

She thought of herself as competent and independent. Not soft. Soft implied weak. “My moves aren’t fancy and I have more than a few of them.”

“Tough talk for a girl.”

She held up the piece of the granola bar. “Do you want to eat this, or do you want to keep flapping your lips?”

He obligingly opened his mouth. She moved closer. This time, though, as he took the food, his lip came in contact with her fingertips.

There was a flash of heat where their skin touched, along with a flicker of tightness in her stomach. D.J. nearly jumped in surprise. What on earth was that? She didn’t react to men. Not now, not ever. She liked some, disliked others and rarely trusted any of them.

Unsettled, but determined not to show it, she continued to feed him the granola bar but was careful to make sure there wasn’t anymore contact. As she finished her second bar, she tried to analyze what was going on. Okay, Quinn wasn’t like most men she met. He was unfazed by her or by being tied up. He was an excellent fighter, probably in Special Forces and most likely stationed overseas. He was –

Tall, dark and good-looking. Of course.

Relief coursed through her as she realized what was going on. Quinn Reynolds reminded her of the Haynes brothers. All four of them shared the same general physique, dark coloring and facial structure. She’d known Travis Haynes, the sheriff, and Kyle Haynes, one of the deputies, since she’d first moved to Glenwood. Over the past few years, she’d met the other brothers.

They were all good guys, and some of the very few men she trusted. Quinn looked enough like them to put her off balance.

Having solved the problem, D.J. relaxed. She fed Quinn his chocolate bar, ate her own, then used her penknife to cut the apple in two, then divide it into slices.

“I don’t think your partner is coming back,” he said conversationally.

D.J. glanced at her watch, then nodded in agreement. “Ronnie wasn’t really good in the woods,” she admitted. “I’m guessing he’s lost. Or captured by an enemy.”

“Are you sure you didn’t leave him tied up somewhere?”

She grinned. “He and I were partners. I would never actually hurt him. I settled on threatening him.”

“Was he scared?”

“Terrified. Barely eighteen and a new recruit. But he knew how to follow orders. We captured four prisoners in our first couple of hours. Three of them were army officers.”

“How?”

She explained about distracting them while Ronnie sneaked up from behind. When she’d finished, Quinn shook his head.

“Do you always do whatever it takes to win?”

“I do whatever it takes to be in control. There’s a difference.”

He glanced down at her hand. “So I didn’t kick you in the wrist before. You were faking it.”

“Of course.”

“I can respect that.”

While they were discussing recent history... “How did you throw me without hurting me?” she asked. “I barely felt anything.”

“I have great hands.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious.”

“I am, too. Besides, I don’t beat up on women.”

With his abilities, he could beat up on anyone he wanted.

“Being female can give you an advantage,” he said. “Men aren’t always expecting women to be tough. Do you ever get into trouble using your femininity in a situation? Ever take on more than you bargained for?”

“I don’t go in blind, so no. I’m prepared for every eventuality.”

“Do you ever get personally involved?”

“Not even close.”

He considered her answer. “You could do undercover work.”

“Maybe.” But it wasn’t her style. “That would require a level of vulnerability I don’t allow.”

“Sometimes it comes with the territory. Aren’t you the one willing to do whatever it takes to win?”

“No. To be in control.” She studied him. “What about you? Do you ever go undercover?”

“Sometimes. Mostly I just creep around in the dark, waiting to pull people out of places they’re not supposed to be.”

Probably a simplistic version of his work, but one that made her want to ask a lot more questions. Doubtful that he would answer them, she checked her watch. It was after eleven.

“Are you going to get in trouble for staying out all night?” he asked.

“Are you?”

“I hope so.” He shifted so that he was stretched out on the tarp. “If you’re going to make me stay out in the rain, the least you can do is cuddle close so we can stay warm.”

“I don’t think so.”

“That’s the woman in you talking.”

She started to protest, then realized he was right. The temperature was cool enough to make her shiver. Neither of them would get any sleep unless they could warm up. But stretching out next to a strange man wasn’t her idea of a good time.

“Shy?” he asked cheerfully.

She ignored him and slid closer. While she’d “slept” with a few men, she’d never been one for spending the night. She certainly never allowed herself to fall asleep after. Of course, in this case Quinn wasn’t a lover – he was her prisoner. That changed the dynamics.

He was big and tall and as she moved next to him, she could feel his heat.

“I could use a pillow,” he said.

“Fine.”

She grabbed the pack and shoved it under his head. He smiled at her.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.” She reached to turn off the lantern, but before she could, he spoke again.

“I can’t. My arms hurt.”

She glared at him. With them both lying down, his face was fairly close to hers. She could see the stubble on his jaw and the length of his dark lashes.

“I’m not untying you,” she told him. “If you promise to behave, I’ll take you into camp.”

His mouth turned up at the corners. “I almost never behave.”

“Why is that not a surprise?”

She reached behind her and clicked off the lantern, then shifted close to him. But somehow he’d managed to move just enough so that when she lowered her head, she found it resting on his shoulder.

Her first instinct was to bolt for safety. Because she didn’t want him to know she was rattled, she forced herself to stay in place. A few minutes later, her apprehension faded. Quinn was tied

up; she was safe.

She deliberately concentrated on slowing her breathing. After a few more minutes she became aware of the not-unpleasant masculine scent of his body. He generated plenty of heat, and she found herself relaxing.

“This is nice,” he said into the darkness.

“Hmm.”

“Don’t I get a kiss good-night?”

Her eyes popped open and she stared into the darkness. A kiss? “No.”

He made a low clucking sound. It took her a second to realize he was trying to imitate a chicken.

“Oh, yeah, that’s going to work,” she said.

“You’re tempted,” he said, “but nervous. That’s okay. I understand. I’m a big, handsome hunky guy who turns you on. But you don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be gentle.”

“You’ll be sucking wind.”

Obviously, the man didn’t have any self-esteem issues. Although she wasn’t the least bit concerned about her safety, what did make her jittery was the fact that the thought of kissing him was almost appealing.

“You’re missing out,” he said. “You know, you wouldn’t even have to untie me. You could take advantage of me. I wouldn’t mind.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

He sighed heavily. “Just one kiss.”

“No.”

“There doesn’t have to be any tongue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me know.”

“Come on. You want to. How long will it take? Then we can go to sleep.”

Despite the craziness of what he was saying, D.J. found herself reaching for the lantern and clicking it on.

“You’re getting on my nerves,” she said.

Quinn puckered his lips like a man imitating a fish.. She couldn’t help chuckling.

He was big, dangerous, probably trained to kill and he made her laugh. What was wrong with this picture?

She sighed. “I want your word that you’ll be quiet and go to sleep. No more conversation, no more requests.”

“I’d cross my heart, but I’m a little tied up right now.”

“Was that a yes?”

“Yes.”

She leaned close. One kiss, she told herself. Just a quick peck good-night. It didn’t mean anything. She wouldn’t let it. She was just doing this to shut him up – not because she was the least bit...interested.

Her mouth barely touched his. There was the same flash of heat she’d experienced when her fingers had brushed his lips, and a tightening low in her belly. She braced herself for an aggressive response from him, but he didn’t move. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Slowly she pressed a little harder. Not exactly deepening the kiss, but not ending it, either. Something warm and liquid poured through her. It made her thinking fuzzy and her body relax. It made her –

Panic surged as she realized she was actually enjoying the close contact. Temptation, desire, need were all too risky. Too dangerous. She knew better. She’d spent her entire life knowing better.

But she wouldn’t let him know she was rattled. Instead of jerking her head back, she broke the kiss slowly, then opened her eyes.

She braced herself for a verbal slam, but Quinn only smiled. Not a victorious smile, but one that said they’d shared something intimate.

No they hadn’t, she thought as she turned off the lantern and settled onto the tarp. They’d kissed. So what? People kissed all the time. It didn’t mean anything. It never had. She wouldn’t let it.

Quinn awakened sometime before dawn. He recognized the gray light outside the main flap of the large military-issue tent, then he stretched on the cot. The makeshift bed was a hell of a lot more comfortable than the tarp where he’d spent the first part of the night. Of course, then he’d had a sleeping companion. He’d traded the company of an intriguing and beautiful woman for comfort. Not much of a trade.

Memories of the previous evening made him smile. When D.J. woke up and saw he’d escaped, she was going to be spitting nails. Too bad he would miss the show. At least he knew she would come looking for him at camp, demanding to know how he’d done it. He’d made sure of that by leaving his cut ropes coiled up neatly beside her. The message was clear - he’d escaped and he’d had a knife that she’d missed. No way would she be able to resist a challenge like that.

Fifteen minutes later he was sipping coffee at one of the tables in the mess tent. He’d spread out the morning paper, but instead of reading, he was watching the main entrance, waiting for a tall, shapely brunette to burst inside and demand an explanation... not to mention retribution.

Instead he saw his brother stroll in. Gage looked around him, saw him and started across the dirt floor.

“You made it,” Gage said, and grinned.

Quinn rose and they shook hands, then embraced briefly. After slapping each other on the back and reassuring themselves that each had survived and was well since their last meeting, Quinn glanced at the man who had accompanied Gage.

His brother stepped back. “This is Travis Haynes. He’s the local sheriff here.”

Quinn shook hands with the man, then frowned when he realized there was something familiar about him. He was sure he and Travis Haynes had never met; Quinn didn’t forget faces. Yet there was something that teased at the back of his mind...almost a memory, but not quite.

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