He’d been unable to move, barely able to breathe. But he had survived. He wasn’t certain he could survive being embedded with Claire Molenski—not when he would much rather be in bed with her. But that would be a mistake. And that was why he’d stopped himself from kissing her those few nights ago. He couldn’t afford to be distracted and he knew that making love with her would distract him. He doubted he would be able to get her out of his mind and then he might miss the next tail, the next gun pointing at him out of the darkness. He had to be careful with her safety. And with his heart. She was getting to him with her quick wit, with her impressive intelligence and with her heartfelt sympathy. Not to mention with her soft touch and her silky lips... Right now her hair was clipped on top of her head. She wore fleece pajama bottoms and a hooded sweatshirt. But she still looked sexy as hell to him.
