body, shooting another round of lightning. Cassandra scrambled away from him to the passenger door.
Tristan opened it behind her. Whipping around, she stared at the hand he had extended.
“I don’t shock.”
When Cassandra placed her hand in Tristan’s big palm, a strange wave of anger washed over Aidan. She looked genuinely scared, her beautiful blue eyes pale rather than dark, her face white as her shirt.
Dammit, why had that happened? He’d made a conscious effort not to shock her. It had felt different, as though he’d been shocked rather than the other way around.
With a low growl, he went around and clasped her other arm in a tight fist. She started, staring down at his gloved hand before glancing up into his face.
“You got this?” Tristan said.
Aidan nodded, his gaze never leaving her.
“What are those things?” She stared at his hand on her arm while he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his waistband.
He clasped the cuff around one of her tiny wrists, the other around his own wrist. “They’re gloves.” He walked back to Willie’s front door.
“They don’t look like gloves to me.”
He kept walking, trying not to notice how her breasts jiggled inside her t-shirt as she struggled to keep up with his stride.
He did not think she was hot. No.
A few feet from the door, it opened from the inside. Tristan emerged with one Naylor agent, followed by Young who had the other handcuffed.
“Anyone hurt?” Aidan said.
Shaking his head, Tristan walked toward the D.I.R.E. SUV. “David has a hole in the wall beside his punching bag but he said he didn’t want it fixed. Gonzales is sticking around for clean-up.”
One of the Naylor agents stopped in front of Cassandra. “Are you hurt Ms. Naylor?”
She shook her head. “No, Andrew. I’m fine.”
“I should’ve been more prepared. Mr. Naylor is going to be angry.”
Sighing, Cassandra touched his arm. “This isn’t your fault.”
She gave him a reassuring smile that warred with the hatred planted in Aidan’s mind.
Tristan shoved the agent into the backseat of the SUV.
Helping Young get the other agent in the second vehicle, Tristan came around to talk to Aidan.
They were collecting Naylor agents like baseball cards.
“Want me to come back for you?”
Aidan would tease him about the red mark on his forehead later. “No, we can walk.”
She gasped. “In these shoes?”
Aidan humpfed. “You had no trouble running in them a few minutes ago. I think you can walk a mile.”
“But, it’s hot .”
He rolled his eyes. She gave him a cheeky grin.
Yanking on her arm, Aidan started walking on the side of the road, toward the hospital.
“Where’s my brother?”
Her shoulder brushed Aidan’s arm, causing a frisson of electricity to sizzle through his body.
What the hell was wrong with his system?
“Where are you taking me?”
To bed for a really long interrogation. I need to work off some frustration.
He kicked himself mentally. Stop thinking that way, Monroe. She is not another beautiful woman. She’s a Naylor.
The sun beat down on them, heat waves rising from the asphalt road beside them. It felt like hell itself outside. Aidan hoped the heat would drain her by the time they reached the hospital.
Cassandra glanced his way. “You don’t talk much.”
He kept walking. “How could I get a word in?”
Stepping on a rock, she stumbled into him, her breast brushing his arm again. Another sizzle fizzled through him.
Breathing through his nose, he put space between them.
“I only asked two questions. That hardly constitutes talking too much.”
“That’s a matter of opinion.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes. A car honked as it pulled to the side of the road beside them. The passenger window lowered.
“Aidan Monroe, is that you?”
He knew that voice. Knew it too damned well. He’d heard it in the laughter of youth, the throes of passion, the anger of breakup the night she’d humiliated him.
“Hey,
Tristan opened it behind her. Whipping around, she stared at the hand he had extended.
“I don’t shock.”
When Cassandra placed her hand in Tristan’s big palm, a strange wave of anger washed over Aidan. She looked genuinely scared, her beautiful blue eyes pale rather than dark, her face white as her shirt.
Dammit, why had that happened? He’d made a conscious effort not to shock her. It had felt different, as though he’d been shocked rather than the other way around.
With a low growl, he went around and clasped her other arm in a tight fist. She started, staring down at his gloved hand before glancing up into his face.
“You got this?” Tristan said.
Aidan nodded, his gaze never leaving her.
“What are those things?” She stared at his hand on her arm while he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his waistband.
He clasped the cuff around one of her tiny wrists, the other around his own wrist. “They’re gloves.” He walked back to Willie’s front door.
“They don’t look like gloves to me.”
He kept walking, trying not to notice how her breasts jiggled inside her t-shirt as she struggled to keep up with his stride.
He did not think she was hot. No.
A few feet from the door, it opened from the inside. Tristan emerged with one Naylor agent, followed by Young who had the other handcuffed.
“Anyone hurt?” Aidan said.
Shaking his head, Tristan walked toward the D.I.R.E. SUV. “David has a hole in the wall beside his punching bag but he said he didn’t want it fixed. Gonzales is sticking around for clean-up.”
One of the Naylor agents stopped in front of Cassandra. “Are you hurt Ms. Naylor?”
She shook her head. “No, Andrew. I’m fine.”
“I should’ve been more prepared. Mr. Naylor is going to be angry.”
Sighing, Cassandra touched his arm. “This isn’t your fault.”
She gave him a reassuring smile that warred with the hatred planted in Aidan’s mind.
Tristan shoved the agent into the backseat of the SUV.
Helping Young get the other agent in the second vehicle, Tristan came around to talk to Aidan.
They were collecting Naylor agents like baseball cards.
“Want me to come back for you?”
Aidan would tease him about the red mark on his forehead later. “No, we can walk.”
She gasped. “In these shoes?”
Aidan humpfed. “You had no trouble running in them a few minutes ago. I think you can walk a mile.”
“But, it’s hot .”
He rolled his eyes. She gave him a cheeky grin.
Yanking on her arm, Aidan started walking on the side of the road, toward the hospital.
“Where’s my brother?”
Her shoulder brushed Aidan’s arm, causing a frisson of electricity to sizzle through his body.
What the hell was wrong with his system?
“Where are you taking me?”
To bed for a really long interrogation. I need to work off some frustration.
He kicked himself mentally. Stop thinking that way, Monroe. She is not another beautiful woman. She’s a Naylor.
The sun beat down on them, heat waves rising from the asphalt road beside them. It felt like hell itself outside. Aidan hoped the heat would drain her by the time they reached the hospital.
Cassandra glanced his way. “You don’t talk much.”
He kept walking. “How could I get a word in?”
Stepping on a rock, she stumbled into him, her breast brushing his arm again. Another sizzle fizzled through him.
Breathing through his nose, he put space between them.
“I only asked two questions. That hardly constitutes talking too much.”
“That’s a matter of opinion.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes. A car honked as it pulled to the side of the road beside them. The passenger window lowered.
“Aidan Monroe, is that you?”
He knew that voice. Knew it too damned well. He’d heard it in the laughter of youth, the throes of passion, the anger of breakup the night she’d humiliated him.
“Hey,
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