But even before he spoke, his hands clamped around Hannahs upper arms, preventing her from turning toward the sound. Theres some I know, he cut in, his voice still soft. Talk to me. Tell me about Pearl Cove. Or else Ill have to kiss you. Either way will work as a cover for standing around out here, but its your call. Hannah realized two things at once. The first was that Archer had known a prowler was in or around the shed from the moment he asked her to talk about Pearl Cove. The second was that the idea of kissing him sent heat chasing after the chill of fear. She told herself she was losing it, that the last thing she needed in her life was another Len. Yet she wanted Archers kiss. She wanted the heady combination of his gentle touch and dangerous eyes, his cool restraint and a body that radiated vital heat. Im crazy. Absolutely crackers. Hannah took a deep breath and began talking.
