No Reason to Run Read Free

while he ran through scenarios. She smelled like fresh
baked cookies. His dick stirred but he ignored the involuntary response. Where
was her child? Somewhere in the car, he’d wager. No way she’d left that kid
anywhere. Earlier, she’d clutched the little one like her world was wrapped in
her arms.
    What he wouldn’t do
for a smoke right now. The gum in his mouth had long since gone stale. Another
reason he preferred cigarettes. He needed more than two minutes of chewing some
mint-flavored candy to keep his nerves square.
    He heard her scramble
around and the pressure at his neck disappeared. A quick check in the rearview
mirror showed an enticing curve of hip and a heart-shaped ass. The weapon in
her hand was deadly and dangerous, more so because of the clear inexperience of
the person wielding it. Again, he considered disarming her but chose to hold
off.
    Her voice came to
him on a hush. Soothing nonsense and he found himself wishing she spoke to him.
Damn, he needed to get laid. A shift of her body revealed the kid. Girl, he
corrected when he spotted the lopsided bow in her curls. The seatbelt did
nothing to hold her small body in place. Her little frame slumped to the side,
her head almost touching her knee, a teddy bear in her tight fist, and her
rosebud lips slightly parted.
    “Should she be in a
child seat?” he asked.
    The woman’s head
snapped around to glare at him. “I don’t have it with us.” Face to face her
blue eyes shot fire. High cheekbones and full lips met his gaze. Finely arched
brows a shade darker than the hair on her head lowered in frustration. Her nose
was red. From crying or anger, he’d guess.
    Years of training
helped him maintain his composure. Shane pressed his foot on the brake and
stopped the car before leaving the Eagle Mart.
    Her eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”
    “You still haven’t
told me where I’m headed.”
    She chewed on her
lower lip clearly in distress. “I’m coming up front. If you make any sudden
moves, I’ll shoot.”
    Shane managed to
keep from laughing outright though it was close. If she wanted to intimidate
him, she’d need to speak in a harsher tone than her sweet lips could muster.
His last unit leader claimed the title of Bad Ass Motherfucker and this lady
couldn’t come close.
    He winced as her
feet scuffed against his leather seats while she climbed over and sat in the
passenger seat beside him. The scent of vanilla increased as did the prominence
of his erection. Shane adjusted in his chair and pretended to refasten his
seatbelt. No need to frighten her further by flashing his bulging dick, though
the jeans did little to hide his reaction to his sexy carjacker.
    Blue eyes, blonde
hair and a rocking body guaranteed to motivate any man’s libido rested less
than two feet from him. Made it hard for a guy to resist getting aroused.
Especially one who’d gone without sex for an extended period of time. Harmony
didn’t have a large singles pool and since Shane’s move here a year ago he’d
forced himself to abstain. If his reaction to her continued, he’d correct that
oversight as soon as possible.
    Shane studied her
unobtrusively. Too many quiet nights would explain his fascination with the
intriguing package this woman presented. Small delicate hands lowered the gun
to his middle as if she didn’t quite want to aim at him. “I need you to drive.
I’ll tell you where to go.” Shane considered his personal weapon beneath the
driver’s seat. He’d wait for the right moment to reach for it if necessary. For
now, he followed her direction and eased the car toward the parking lot exit.
     “Right.” His breath
eased out on an exhale. He made a left coming out of the lot and took the
roundabout toward the center of town. The route led through the more scenic
streets and gave him an opportunity to study his carjacker. She had balls of
steel covered in vanilla scented cookie dough. He’d give her that- but no more.
“You know owning a gun