But as close quarters begin to ignite the sizzling chemistry between them, she’s left wondering: Bad boy plus bad girl equals nothing but trouble . . . right? “I FEEL LIKE you keep looking for something more to me, but what you know about me is it. There’s no deep down, no mistaking my true character. I am bad news.” Gabe waited, listening for the tap of her retreating feet or the slam of the door, but only silence met his ears and then the soft sound of shoes on the cement floor—only they got closer to him instead of farther away. Fingers trailed feather-light touches over his lower back. “This scar on your back? Is that from the accident?” Her caress made his skin tingle as he shook his head. “I was knocked down by one of my mother’s boyfriends and landed on a glass table.” “What about here?” Caroline’s hand had moved to his right shoulder. “It was a tattoo I had removed. In prison, you’re safer if you belong, so—” “I understand,” she said, cutting him off.
