Maybe now she'd be quiet so he could really sleep. He was kidding himself. He couldn't sleep now. He'd had his testosterone all reined in before he slipped into bed, but now, after Kate woke him up, all he wanted to do was to run his hands over every inch of her skin and kiss her until they were both senseless. Then he'd make love to her the way he had wanted to for so many years. So much for deep breathing and mind control. Right now, he wanted to throw caution out the window, and tell himself that he had a future with Kate. But he couldn't even get the present straightened out.He had to find out who was out to get him and make sure he wouldn't go to jail for a lifetime.He had no future with her. He never had. And he had no business being near her and putting her life in danger. A cold shock went through him. Kate had just left his house before it exploded. What if she had been in there? Kate shifted on the sofa sleeper next to him and gave an unladylike snore. The palm of her hand rested on his chest, over his heart.
