It was very little, but it had been enough to convince Danny that she had an article. She chewed on her pencil and stared at the computer screen, her fingers on the keyboard. That is, it was enough if Jesse didn’t wig out on agreeing to meet her tonight. What was with him anyway? One minute he was coming to her rescue and fighting off villains, changing her tire, all while being attentive to her needs and sprinkling that with a little flirting. The next minute he acted like he wished he could scrape her off his shoe. It was enough to drive a reporter looking for a story crazy. Desperation had driven her to seek him out in the first place, and then extreme situations had driven her to experience safety in his arms. The powerful attraction she had to the man didn’t help matters. But Jesse’s protective nature seemed only to appear under the direst of circumstances. She’d completed an internet search on one Jesse Dufour and came up with no one by the same name who fit, except for a cursory mention on the Helms Ice website.
