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dark hair had been cut short, making him the picture of a government agent if she'd ever cared to notice at the time. But now...Brad's hair was longer, wilder. It wasn't rockstar long or anything like that, but it was definitely long enough to run her fingers through, to pull on if she needed to redirect the placement of his mouth on her body.
    Of all the cruel tricks life could throw at her, the Brad Markenson who'd rescued her from the prison transport van was dead sexy. The fact that he'd just killed people right in front of her didn't dull it. Maybe it was even part of the reason his raw sexuality had intensified for her. Allison knew that said something about her. She just didn't care to analyze it.
    Something in the distance caught her eye and stoked her appetite. She tapped on the glass with her finger. "Can we stop for a while?"
    "Yeah. What do you..." His face hardened when he saw what had caught her interest. "No."
    "We have to stop sometime, Brad."
    "Not at a bar we do not."
    She bit out her words through clenched teeth. "I need a drink."
    "How stupid do you think I am? I'm not taking someone in recovery to get a drink."
    "I'm not an alcoholic."
    "No, but first we stop now to get you a drink and then in a week or so I'm having to pull over so you can buy smack from some guy named Chill or Tweak on the street corner. My association with the brothers is already tenuous enough without delivering a junkie to them."
    "I just want a drink." Want probably wasn't a strong enough word. She needed it to keep her head clear. Without it she would surely do something stupid.
    Again.
    "It's not gonna happen. The only thing your insistence is doing is reminding me to find a room without a mini bar."
    "A room?"
    "Does that surprise you?"
    "Uh..."
    "Well, you're welcome to sleep in the car for the next few weeks, but I for one prefer to have the option of taking a shower after having to kill people."
    A shower did sound nice. Just the thought of the hot water cascading down her skin was enough to momentarily take her mind off the drink she so desperately needed. But it wasn't long before her thoughts turned on a dime and she began to imagine Brad in the shower with her, his hands sliding over her wet skin, his lips on her, his hard body treating her to a sinful punishment.
    Her breath snagged in her chest at the thought. Though she wanted to believe it would be an awful experience because she hated him, Allison knew that to be a lie. After having her body crushed up against him, she'd felt firsthand that everything under those clothes was hard and dangerous. Fucking him would prove to be an unfathomable high, one like she'd never experienced in her life.
    Nothing had ever terrified her more.
    They spent perhaps another hour in the car in silence before he pulled into the lot of a rundown and nearly deserted motel. He went inside and returned a moment later with a key in hand. Watching him, Allison was struck by the predatory and cock-sure way in which he moved. Of all the people they could have sent to rescue her, Brad was undoubtedly the most well suited to the task. There was no question in her mind that he'd gladly shoot through any obstacle they encountered.
    After retrieving some bags from the trunk, Brad led her to the room where she was instantly struck by the immediate problem. "There's only one bed."
    He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "They don't have double beds here." Forcing one of the bags into her hands, he added, "I can sleep anywhere. I'll take the floor."
    Allison watched him carefully as he checked the locks on the door and windows. "What's this?"
    "Clothes that should fit." He glanced at her over his shoulder. "This window isn't secure. You go ahead and hit the shower while I deal with it."
    He picked out her new clothes? That felt strange, wrong somehow. That also meant his hands had been all over her underwear. Had he picked out delicate lacy things while imaging how they'd look against her