amazing sensation of his palms smoothing over her bare skin.
Stop it .
She forced her eyes open. They’d had a one-night stand after a few bottles of wine, that was all. Tyrone didn’t do serious. Everyone knew that. She knew that going into this. He was just angry because she’d run out like a gutless wonder. No strings attached guy or not, Tyrone wasn’t an asshole. He would have wanted to make sure she was okay with what happened. She winced. Well, she’d answered that question for him in the worst possible way, hadn’t she?
Opening her mouth to apologize again, he beat her to speech. “Don’t ever do that to me again, Lorna.”
Again ? Her mouth snapped closed. Since when did he do more than a night with any woman? Her mind spun with questions, but she didn’t have time to ask them. Shaking her head, she dropped her hands from his chest and brought herself back to the problem at hand. “Okay. I need to get into my car. Thank you for coming.”
“Did you honestly think I’d leave you stranded?” His laser blue eyes pierced her, anger still reflected in their depths.
“If I had, I wouldn’t have called you.” She shook her head, regret crawling down her spine. “I’m really sorry, Tyrone. Running this morning was a stupid thing to do.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and she could practically hear his teeth grinding. “Yeah. It was.”
Stepping back, he picked up the Slim Jim and walked around to the driver’s side door.
A car rolled up to the pump next to hers and a teenage boy hopped out. He looked from her to Tyrone trying to break into her car. She gave him a weak grin when his eyebrows rose. His gaze drifted behind her shoulder and she braced herself just before Tyrone’s hand came down on her arm. “You can get your keys out now.”
The teenager grinned while he finished pumping his gas. “The SWAT team came to unlock your car?”
Lorna coughed to smother a giggle at the awe in the kid’s tone. Tyrone’s voice rumbled from behind her. “Just doing our part to protect the citizens of our fair city.”
“Right. Sacramento’s finest.” The kid chuckled before he jumped in his car and pulled away.
Tyrone’s fingers tightened on her shoulder, reclaiming her attention. “So…yesterday you said you had a diamond photo shoot to get to over by the fairgrounds. What are you doing downtown?”
She wrinkled her nose, trying not to think about how very late she was. “I had to stop off at Carraway’s to pick up some of the jewelry my client forgot this morning.”
His gaze sharpened. “You have jewels in your car?”
“A small fortune in diamond necklaces, yep. I really want to get to the shoot location and turn them over to Mrs. Carraway.” She shifted awkwardly under the intensity of his gaze. “Well… Thanks again for coming.”
“I’m following you there.”
Panic flooded her at the thought of her escape plan crumbling around her. “You don’t have to do that. I—”
His chin jerked to the side, cutting her weak protest off. “I’ve seen people murdered for fifty bucks and a pair of new sneakers. I’m making sure you get there safely. That’s final. Now get in the car.”
“O-okay.” She’d worried about someone stealing the diamonds, but not physical danger to herself…and that made her feel foolish for not considering it.
This day was not going according to plan.
Chapter Two
Tyrone’s hands clenched on the wheel as he followed her out of downtown and over to an industrial area near Cal Expo. Fury still sizzled in his veins. Unreasonable fury, which pissed him off even more. Something had happened between them last night…he wasn’t willing to put any kind of label on it yet, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to walk away from it either. His cock swelled to press uncomfortably against the fly of his pants. Jesus, he wanted her again. Right now. Sweat broke out on his forehead just thinking about it. Something deep inside him didn’t want this
Stop it .
She forced her eyes open. They’d had a one-night stand after a few bottles of wine, that was all. Tyrone didn’t do serious. Everyone knew that. She knew that going into this. He was just angry because she’d run out like a gutless wonder. No strings attached guy or not, Tyrone wasn’t an asshole. He would have wanted to make sure she was okay with what happened. She winced. Well, she’d answered that question for him in the worst possible way, hadn’t she?
Opening her mouth to apologize again, he beat her to speech. “Don’t ever do that to me again, Lorna.”
Again ? Her mouth snapped closed. Since when did he do more than a night with any woman? Her mind spun with questions, but she didn’t have time to ask them. Shaking her head, she dropped her hands from his chest and brought herself back to the problem at hand. “Okay. I need to get into my car. Thank you for coming.”
“Did you honestly think I’d leave you stranded?” His laser blue eyes pierced her, anger still reflected in their depths.
“If I had, I wouldn’t have called you.” She shook her head, regret crawling down her spine. “I’m really sorry, Tyrone. Running this morning was a stupid thing to do.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and she could practically hear his teeth grinding. “Yeah. It was.”
Stepping back, he picked up the Slim Jim and walked around to the driver’s side door.
A car rolled up to the pump next to hers and a teenage boy hopped out. He looked from her to Tyrone trying to break into her car. She gave him a weak grin when his eyebrows rose. His gaze drifted behind her shoulder and she braced herself just before Tyrone’s hand came down on her arm. “You can get your keys out now.”
The teenager grinned while he finished pumping his gas. “The SWAT team came to unlock your car?”
Lorna coughed to smother a giggle at the awe in the kid’s tone. Tyrone’s voice rumbled from behind her. “Just doing our part to protect the citizens of our fair city.”
“Right. Sacramento’s finest.” The kid chuckled before he jumped in his car and pulled away.
Tyrone’s fingers tightened on her shoulder, reclaiming her attention. “So…yesterday you said you had a diamond photo shoot to get to over by the fairgrounds. What are you doing downtown?”
She wrinkled her nose, trying not to think about how very late she was. “I had to stop off at Carraway’s to pick up some of the jewelry my client forgot this morning.”
His gaze sharpened. “You have jewels in your car?”
“A small fortune in diamond necklaces, yep. I really want to get to the shoot location and turn them over to Mrs. Carraway.” She shifted awkwardly under the intensity of his gaze. “Well… Thanks again for coming.”
“I’m following you there.”
Panic flooded her at the thought of her escape plan crumbling around her. “You don’t have to do that. I—”
His chin jerked to the side, cutting her weak protest off. “I’ve seen people murdered for fifty bucks and a pair of new sneakers. I’m making sure you get there safely. That’s final. Now get in the car.”
“O-okay.” She’d worried about someone stealing the diamonds, but not physical danger to herself…and that made her feel foolish for not considering it.
This day was not going according to plan.
Chapter Two
Tyrone’s hands clenched on the wheel as he followed her out of downtown and over to an industrial area near Cal Expo. Fury still sizzled in his veins. Unreasonable fury, which pissed him off even more. Something had happened between them last night…he wasn’t willing to put any kind of label on it yet, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to walk away from it either. His cock swelled to press uncomfortably against the fly of his pants. Jesus, he wanted her again. Right now. Sweat broke out on his forehead just thinking about it. Something deep inside him didn’t want this
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