that had darkened her sky blue eyes to a troubled cobalt color.
“Listen up, Sweetheart. The last thing you should do with a sprain like the one you have is put weight on it. For that reason, that medical reason, I am going to carry you back to the road.”
Hailey frowned and shook her head “No, please, I don’t want you to carry me. Now that you put a splint on my leg, I can walk. I…I’m sure I can.”
Jared forced himself to smile rather than yell at her the way he was tempted to. For Christ’s sake, between him and Jake, they could have reduced the swelling in her ankle dramatically if the little rookie had bothered to tell them that she was hurt. Huffing a sigh, he admitted that his lusty and abrasive actions to date hadn’t exactly been conducive to convince the rookie to ask for help. Choking back a harsh response, he said instead, “C’mon, Cover Girl. How about I kneel down here in front of you and you climb up on my back and hold on tight?”
When it looked like she would continue to resist, Jared’s patience snapped. Trying to squash the edge in his voice he said with a grim smile, “The alternative, Sugar, is that I toss you over my shoulder like a duffel bag and carry you with your head hanging down my back and your ass in the air.” He added with a grating laugh, “Come to think of it, that’s one hell of an alternative. Hmmm. I’m thinking access to that curvy butt of yours could make our trek back to the road a hell of a lot more interesting—at least for me.”
Hailey’s pale cheeks flushed bright red and she bit down on her bottom lip. A second later she tipped up her chin and glared at him, her cerulean eyes flashing with anger. With a dismissive snort she tossed her head and prepared to climb up on his back.
Jared covered his amusement at her irritation and nodded tersely.
“Good decision, rookie. Although I have a feeling that at some point in the near future I’m gonna be paddling that classy ass of yours, if for no other reason than to teach you how to ask for help when you need it.”
Ignoring her shocked gasp, Jared knelt in front of Hailey to allow his brother to lift her onto his back. He wrapped her good leg around his waist and hooked her splinted leg over his elbow to support her ankle. Five minutes into their journey Jared admitted the last thing he needed was more access to her ass than he already had. What with her curvy bottom securely resting in his large interlaced hands, her arms hugging his neck and her full breasts pressing against his back, it was all he could do to contain the iron-hard erection straining his jeans. His simmering anger at her refusal to ask for help only served to raise the temperature on his libido from hot to scalding. It didn’t help that Hailey’s occasional whispery moan and what Jared could swear was tell-tale dampness between her legs, and her unmistakably erect nipples palpable through his leather jacket, confirmed that the little rookie was as involuntarily turned on as he was. He shook his head. Damn, adrenalin was a bitch. Especially the way it played havoc with hormones.
As they carefully picked their way down the murky path, Jared decided it was a damn good thing the moon had chosen to bury itself behind the impenetrable clouds. He knew from long experience that Jake wouldn’t be able to keep from remarking on Jared’s obviously aroused state. As it was, his brother’s occasional snicker confirmed that the random slivers of moonlight strafing the path were more than adequate to publicly reveal Jared’s prominent reaction to the little blonde rookie who’d turned his night and potentially his life upside down.
Chapter 2
J ared waited while Solly raised the cargo door of the police van then rested Hailey’s backside on the edge of the loading deck. Keeping her injured leg extended in front of her he carefully slid her into the back of the van. Scrambling up beside her he grabbed a stored tarp and wrapped it around her