He cringed as he remembered the look in her eyes when he’d said, I fuck you; you come. Simple. And she’d believed him, every single word. The hurt look in her eyes had killed him, but he’d kept on going, just to protect himself from his feelings. Jerk. And then she’d forgiven him, just like that. Because he’d asked her to. Shit. She did love him. It hadn’t just been one of those moments. Now what?He put in a few pence into one of the few phone booths left in Ilfracombe and waited to hear Alfie’s voice.“Has she confessed yet?”“Alfie, it’s only been a few days.”“Two days, you said. Get your finger out, mate. Time’s of the essence.”“What the hell, she’s a woman, not a robot.”“No, she’s a criminal. If anyone knows something about Randy’s gang, it’s her, believe you me.”What did Shane know about Hunter? Nothing, except for the fragrance of her skin and the feeling of her body against his. And that she loved him. She hadn’t lied about that. He felt it.Shane groaned.
