Santini had arrived for her appointment. Hannah groaned. She’d barely slept the past couple nights—since the night John had stayed with her. As though that one taste of sleeping in his arms had spoiled her for all the other nights he wouldn’t be there.She’d nearly taken him to bed after he’d gott...
“You do love me,” she said, squeezing him. “I knew it. Why do you insist on playing these games with me?” “I’m not playing games now,” he lied. “Let’s get this stinky thing off you.” He allowed her to pull his shirt over his ...
Gabe said stiffly. He was standing before a two-way mirror looking into an FBI interrogation room. Kate sat there in her drawstring pants and yellow T-shirt, arms hugging her torso, head bowed. Every few seconds she shuddered from sobs. Goddamn it, he should be holding her. He should be in that r...