Countdown to Imminent Danger

August 3 / 1 day

“Breathe,” she told him quietly in the same tone he’d used on her a number of times. “In and out.”

*

Was she freaking asking for his permission to strip? “Hell no, I don’t mind.”

*

“I just knew then. You were it for me.”

 

August 2 / 2 days

Blake watched her walk away, unable to tear his gaze off the perfection of her ass.

Whipped much?

*

“I’m giving you free rein to touch, knowing I won’t—can’t—even by accident—touch you back. Have at me…”

 

August 1 / 3 days

“I want to show you how it feels to be touched the right way.”

*

He needed mercy.

She had none to give.

 

July 31 / 4 days

Hysteria lurked right on the edge and Abbey battled it back.

*

A hot sting zipped across her thigh a second before she turned the corner.

 

July 30 / 5 days

The instant awareness of dry mouth coincided with the sick taste of a gag and made her stiffen.

*

She’d been a victim already in her life. She wasn’t going to be one again.

 

July 29 / 6 days

Blake heard the tussle and his heart nearly beat out of his chest as he bolted in the room.

*

“Find people in the building. Ask questions. You’re no help to her if you can’t think straight.”

 

July 28 / 7 days

Her heart rate soared as his beefy arm wrapped around her from behind, but Abbey was already moving, twisting…

*

A sharp fist to her kidney cut off her air. Pain exploded in her back and ricocheted in her torso…

 

July 25 / 10 days

He was about to pull away, when she got closer and deepened the kiss.

*

This didn’t feel right at all. The hair on her neck prickled as she felt his presence behind her.

 

July 24 / 11 days

“Eyes on mine,” he whispered as he closed the distance.

*

Slowly, he let his lips brush against hers in a barely there kiss. She was as soft as he imagined.

 

July 23 / 12 days

The sparkle in his blue eyes faded as he watched her and something serious took over.

*

“Has anyone ever kissed you, Ab?” he whispered the question.

 

July 22 / 13 days

“He was a girl in a past life,” she told Abbey. “He never lets me forget anything.”

 *

“This job means that much, huh?” #romanticsuspense

 

July 21 / 14 days

“That’s three. I’m totally making a list. Three jokes in one day. This is a new record, right?”

 *

Abbey sighed, wishing the night over already. Wishing she’d never gone to that Seger Hughes concert…

 

July 18 / 17 days

He didn’t want to move, could barely manage to get air into this lungs knowing it was Abbey touching him now.

*

Blake’s sidelong glance nearly melted her panties.

 

July 17 / 18 days

“Don’t. Please, Abbey. Just stay. I promise I won’t ask you any questions. Just stay with me.”

 *

And boom, he was right back in the palm of her hand, needing to comfort her, needing to keep her safe…

 

July 16 / 19 days

If Blake had known that would get Abbey to hold his hand, he’d have considered standing in traffic months ago.

*

“Don’t—” His sudden attempt to face her sent a shock of pain sizzling through his chest…

 

July 15 / 20 days

Just like that, the lights went out on the sunny day.

*

“Yeah, it’s not every day a guy gets to make out with a Hummer tire.

 

July 14 / 21 days

in thirty minutes she’d transformed herself from stunning girl to absolute Miss Universe perfection.

*

“Abbey!” Blake yelled at the top of his lungs as he sprinted toward her. He’d never make it in time. “Watch out!”

 

July 11 / 24 days

“Don’t you dare ma’am me,” Julie said. “I’m not even thirty.”

“Yes, sir,” Abbey said obediently.

*

No one ever thought she was tough. She probably perpetuated that notion with her wardrobe.

 

July 10 / 25 days

That brief contact of her soft skin sent a bolt of heat straight to his gut.

*

“You haven’t been a bitch. Just a puzzle.”

 

July 9 / 26 days

“Abbey…” Frustration bubbled over the edges. It ripped him up to see her so upset.

*

Blake laughed and gently used his index finger to close her mouth. Just the tiny touch zinged through him.

 

July  8 / 27 days:

“Nobody to get, but we found blood.”

*

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “The detectives will figure out what’s happening. These guys are good.”

 

July 7 / 28 days:

Run! Get help! Hurry! The words flashed in her brain as the danger hit her head on. “Get her!”

*

A brick wall stopped her. Strong arms came around her and this time, the scream dying to get out, let loose.

 


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