Was she pondering the chores ahead or worrying about the Hunter? Her baggy sweatshirt covered all the sweet curves the tight jeans would reveal, so why did he find her so irresistible? Maybe it was her straightforward, gutsy nature, her lively wit. Or the idea that she trusted him. Maybe it was because for the last two nights, he’d held those delicious curves in his arms. Maybe it was because he felt every soft indent and slope against his body. Maybe it was because he knew the sweetness of her lips. He sweated through the nights in hardened agony. Fear of the Hunter and awareness of their neighbors beyond the thin nylon wall had meant no sex. There was that trust again. The woman trusted him to keep her safe. Sam Kincaid who hadn’t even kept himself safe, who’d self-destructed and screwed up his future. Hell. Why would an ambitious woman like Annie want a loser like him? The best thing he could do was to get her away from that damn killer.
