The senator insisted he needed to meet with him in person. In the meantime, Sawyer still had an unidentified assassin after him. All the way back to the resort, Sawyer told himself he would get the fingerprints he needed and leave. Staying with Jenna wasn’t an option. Being so near put her at risk. He couldn’t let her get hurt because of him. However, the moment he’d stepped into the lobby of the hotel and saw that flash of auburn hair in the elevator, his heart raced, and he couldn’t wait to get her alone. Now that he had her in her suite, he didn’t want to leave. He kissed her, tasting her, feeling her body beneath his fingertips, wanting to get closer, but afraid he’d frighten her by moving too fast. And there was the matter of being the target of an assassin. He couldn’t push that completely out of his mind. After slaking his initial thirst for her, he lifted his head and stared down into her bright green eyes.
