Then Blake picked her up over-the-threshold style, and they hiked some more. His chest was hard as stone beneath her head, but he smelled good, and that made up for the rough ride. Every now and then he’d lean forward slightly and sniff her hair.“I don’t know why I keep doing that,” he murmured.“Neither do I,” she said. “I haven’t had a shower or anything.”He laughed. “You smell perfect, just like this.”He’d taught her all kinds of self-defense moves, but he hadn’t taught her how to defend her heart. He was going to break it, she was sure. When they got to Reno, she’d turn in the evidence against Tobin and go back to her life, and Blake would go back to his. What they were doing now, this was just a fun distraction.At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. Whatever she felt for this guy, it was all in her head. These feelings always were—they were something she made up every damn time to camouflage the fact that she always chose the wrong guy. She’d picked assholes and douchebags and finally, a criminal, and she’d gotten her heart broken every time.
