He had gone a little too far with his assistance. And she had responded, wanting him like she’d never wanted anything before. She didn’t like that he could make her lose control. She knew where that could take her. He had almost made her forget that she was here to do a job. Almost, she reminded herself, since she had somehow managed to give some attention to the crowd. Not that it had done any good.The killer hadn’t responded to Ryder’s little act…. If it even was an act. She wanted his hide. “We need to go. Outside.”He brushed his fingers across her cheek, and she wondered if he felt the heat bathing her body. He brought his lips to the edge of her brow and placed a kiss against her temple. “We need to make it look like—”“I know,” she said, her voice husky with both want and anger. She cleared her throat and tried to hide the obvious signs of her arousal. An arousal that came from some dark place deep inside.She grabbed his hand and led him to the door by the back entrance, past the bouncer and out to the alley.
