DANE HADN’T RELENTED on the subject of Tess’s bodyguard. One of the operatives, a freelancer named Adams, was two steps behind her all the way to work.
Helen grinned when she came into the office. She sang a few lines from “Me and My Shadow” and did an impromptu tap dance.
“Oh, shut up,” Tess grumbled. “Dane thinks I’ll be killed in broad daylight, I guess.”
“He can’t take the chance,” Helen whispered, wiggling her eyebrows. “Think of the damage it would do the agency’s reputation if our own secretary bit the dust with us guarding her!”
Tess burst out laughing. “You raving lunatic.” She hugged the other girl warmly. “It’s good to be back to work.”
“We missed you,” Helen asserted. “Nobody hid under my desk all week.”
“I don’t hide under your desk.”
“You would have, but there isn’t room, what with my feet and the trash can I keep under there. I’m really sorry I forgot to tell you about that stakeout,” she said with a grimace. “Dane in a temper is a sight to behold, isn’t he?” She sighed. “Although sometimes I think it’s too bad I’m committed to Harold. I could go for Dane in a big way.” She frowned thoughtfully. “He hasn’t dated anyone since his ex-wife left him, has he? Do you think it’s because he got shot?”
“What do you mean?” Tess asked curiously.
“I mean, he limps sometimes,” the other girl replied, careful to make sure they weren’t being overheard. “It might cramp his style in bed.”
Tess cleared her throat. “It doesn’t cramp it on a horse,” she said. “He was out helping round up new calves while I recuperated at the ranch.”
“Good point.” Helen shrugged. “Maybe he thinks he’s unsightly. Or maybe he just hates women. What a waste of a good man. If only he didn’t have that textbook police officer’s face. He hardly ever smiles, and everything is always business with him.” She shook her heard and turned away. “I wonder if he’s like that with a woman.”
Thinking about how Dane was with a woman made Tess’s knees go weak. The things he’d whispered to her when he kissed her weren’t dry as dust, for a fact. He might be rough, but he was sensual, and she was just discovering—as he seemed to be, too—that he could be very tender….
“Catch me up, will you?” Tess asked as she uncovered her computer. “I feel as if I’ve been away for a month.”
“I don’t doubt it. Arm okay?”
“A little stiff.” She grinned at Helen. “No need to worry. We tough, dedicated professionals can take the odd gunshot in our stride.”
“Rub it in,” Helen groaned. “Now, everybody in the office has been shot except me. Even the secretary!” she added with a hot glare at Tess.
Tess raised her hands. “Not my fault. I swear I didn’t invite those men to point a gun at me, not even to get one up on you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Helen propped her hand on her hip. “How do I know that?”
The office door opened and Dane glared at them. “On company time, you work. Get busy.”
“Yes, sir,” Helen said demurely.
Tess couldn’t quite meet his eyes. She sat down at her desk. “Helen was going to catch me up.”
“Make sure it’s business, not play,” he said tersely.
She glanced at him. “You look tired.”
“I didn’t sleep.” He ran a hand through his dark hair, letting his eyes dart off hers without lingering. “When Andrews calls, have him drop by the office about lunchtime. I’ve got an assignment for him. I’ll be in conference with the skip tracers. Hold my calls until I’m through.”
“Will do.”
His dark eyes slid over her face and down to the rounded neckline of the red blouse that went with her cream-colored suit. Her hair was in a chignon and she was wearing only a trace of makeup. “You look very elegant this morning,” he said unexpectedly. “Lunch date?”
“No.” She fiddled with the keyboard. “I didn’t want to disappoint my shadow by dressing like a boring office girl. I thought he might be more impressed if I put on my Mata Hari outfit.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Wrong genre. We’re detectives, not spies.”
“It wouldn’t be the same if I wore a trench coat and an Indiana Jones hat.”
“Maybe not.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. There was something preoccupied in his manner.
She hadn’t missed the black scowl. “What’s wrong?”
He let out a hard sigh. “Your assailant jumped bail. He’s out on the streets and nobody knows where.”
Her arms felt chilled. She didn’t have to ask why that worried him. It was disturbing and frightening to know that she was the only witness to a drug deal. What she’d seen could send two men to prison. If they were desperate enough to silence her, her life wouldn’t be worth a plug nickel.
“Adams had me in sight constantly this morning,” she said.
He nodded. “He’s one of the best. But having you in sight won’t be enough. He can’t sleep with you.”
“You could teach me how to use a pistol.”
“It takes years of experience to shoot one properly,” he reminded her. “And it isn’t the same when you’re in a desperate situation, as when you’re on the practice range.”
He would know, she thought, watching him. He’d been in enough desperate situations over the years. “I could move in with Helen,” she suggested, as she had once before.
He took his hands out of his pockets and sat on the edge of her desk, leaning forward so that none of the others in the office could hear him. He stared at her intently. “Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not making improper suggestions. But I want you to move into my apartment until we catch your assailant.”
“Live with you?” she asked hesitantly.
He nodded. “It’s the safest way. I’d let you move in with Adams, but his girlfriend wouldn’t like it,” he murmured dryly, trying to lighten the moment.
She hesitated.
“Tess,” he said quietly, “if you’re worried because of what happened last night, there’s no need. I told you that I don’t want commitment. I won’t seduce you. And you must know by now that I won’t force you, either.”
She bit her lower lip. “Yes, but it wouldn’t look right.”
“No one will know except the office staff,” he promised her. “And they know why. It isn’t as if I’m asking you to have an illicit affair with me.”
“I know that.” She stared at her pink fingernails. The thumbnail was chipped. She picked at it nervously.
He tilted her chin up and smiled faintly. “I won’t walk around in the nude or watch football games for the duration.”
She smiled in spite of her fears. “Do you normally watch football games?”
He shook his head. “But I do normally walk around nude. I’ll have to buy a pair of pajamas while you’re in residence. And a robe.”
“I like pajamas, too,” she said.
“I’ll pick you up tonight at seven and take you home with me,” he said. “Until then, Adams can keep an eye on you.”
He got up from the desk. Tess felt more uncertain than she ever had before. Living with him was going to be one big test of her immunity to his attraction.
With a frown she watched him go back into his office. Why was he doing it? To prove to himself that he really didn’t want her? She wished she knew. But she was much too afraid of the consequences of staying by herself to argue with him. Over the years she’d learned how cheap life was to people who used and sold narcotics. Dane was a trained policeman, an ex-Texas Ranger who knew more about means and methods of protecting people than she had time to learn. She was glad he had that knowledge. Now, her very life might depend on it.
The day turned out to be a quiet one, thank goodness. She left at five with Adams on her heels, and when she got home, packed enough for a few days. She didn’t like leaving her apartment, but she really had no choice.
Dane buzzed the apartment at seven sharp, and she opened the door.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I’ve just got to get my coat,” she said, looking around. She had a single suitcase.
“Is that all you’re bringing?” he asked with a frown.
“Well, it’s enough for a few days,” she began.
“Tess, this could take weeks,” he said shortly. “I don’t want to alarm you, but you may be with me for some time.”
“I—I can come back and get what I need, can’t I?”
“I suppose. Did you pack a gown and a robe?”
“Yes.” She flushed. “Well, pajamas and a robe.”
He smiled gently. “You’ll have your own room. It’s a big apartment.”
“I remember,” she said absently, and then regretted dragging the memory up when he glowered.
“Let’s go,” he said tersely.
She locked up. He carried her case down to the garage, his eyes watchful and alert to any sign of danger. She noticed with quiet resignation the faint bulge under his jacket. He carried a .45 automatic pistol on the job. He had a permit for it, and it was registered. A tool of the trade, he called it. But to Tess, it was a painful reminder of the ever-present danger of his profession and the realization that he could be killed pursuing it.
He helped her into the car before he put the case in the trunk, and he examined the engine and every inch of the frame before he started the vehicle.
“Is that necessary?” she asked.
He nodded as he backed out of the parking space. “Part of the routine, honey. Don’t worry about it. You’re in good hands.”
“I know that.” She leaned back against the seat. “Why did I have to leave the office late?” she groaned. “If I’d gone home when I should have that night, I wouldn’t have seen anything.”
“I was busy calling you on the carpet,” he reminded her with a glance. “I get to share the blame.”
“I deserved it, blowing the stakeout that way.”
“In fact, you saved it,” he murmured reluctantly. “The storekeeper had grown suspicious of our people outside. When you waved to Helen and asked about Harold’s nephew, he grew careless. They collared his son five minutes after you left.”
Her jaw dropped. “You didn’t say!”
He glanced at her sternly. “You could have done a lot of damage by being careless. So could Helen. You both deserved a scare, and you got it.”
“Slave driver.”
He chuckled, a rare sound that was pleasant in the dark interior of the car. “Next time you’ll be more careful, won’t you?”
“My job isn’t dangerous.” She glared at him. “You won’t let me do what I really want to,” she accused.
“Which is what?” he asked as they stopped at a red traffic light. He laid his arm over the back of the seat and looked into her eyes. “Sleep with me?”
“Of all the conceit,” she gasped.
He smiled at her. “You want me.”
She averted her eyes. “The light’s green.”
“Change the subject,” he invited as he pulled ahead. “But you’d better stay out of my bed at night,” he said matter-of-factly. “It won’t do any good to plead with me,” he added when she opened her mouth. “My bedroom door will be locked, in case you feel like trying it for yourself.”
She stared at him, dumbfounded. He didn’t sound like the all-business detective she knew.
He arched an eyebrow. “Sorry to disappoint you,” he said. “I’m just not modern enough for casual affairs.”
“Dane, do you feel all right?”
“Yes, and don’t come an inch closer to see for yourself how I feel,” he cautioned sternly. “You can keep your hands off my leg. I’m not that kind of man.”
She burst out laughing as his words finally got through to her. She hadn’t realized he even had a sense of humor. Presumably, he’d kept it hidden over the years.
“I feel absolutely dangerous,” she mused.
“Most women are,” he agreed. “I’d put sex-starved virgins at the top of the list, too.”
“I’m not that!” she protested.
“How do you know?” He pulled into the parking lot of his own apartment complex. Since most of his business was in Houston, it took too long to commute back and forth from the ranch, so he maintained an apartment in town. He glanced at her as he parked the car. “These urges tend to creep up on women like you. One minute you’re blushing and nervous. The next, you’re panting and ripping a helpless man’s clothes off.”
Her eyes twinkled with laughter. “I promise to control my…urges,” she assured him.
“God, I hope so. And no peeking when I’m in the shower,” he added darkly.
The repartee took all the fear out of the new experience. She followed him up to his second-floor apartment without a qualm.
The room he gave her was decorated in blues, from wallpaper to carpet to curtains. She felt right at home, as she had at the ranch. All it needed was Beryl fussing over them.
“I’ll cook, if you like,” she volunteered. “I love it.”
“No argument from me,” he nodded. “I can cook, but I hate it.”
She opened the freezer. It was well stocked. So was the refrigerator. “How about a steak and salad for supper?”
“Suits me.” He kicked off his shoes and collapsed on the sofa with his jacket half-off.
She went into the guest room and changed into jeans and a sweatshirt, walking around in socks but no shoes. He was apparently as shoes-prejudiced as she was, because he left his off, too.
When she got back to the kitchen, he was out of his jacket and tie, his shirt half-unbuttoned down the front. She studied him covertly, curious about his body in a way she never had been about any other man’s. His chest, what she could see of it, was covered in thick black hair. He was deeply tanned from his face down to what she could see of the taut muscular flesh above his belt buckle, and it didn’t look like the type of coloring gotten from the sun.
“It’s natural,” he murmured, surprising her by reading the question in her eyes. “I tan in the summer, but this stays with me year-round. One of my grandfathers was Spanish.”
“I didn’t mean to stare.”
He took the package of steaks out of her hands and tossed it to one side. His lean hands tugged until she fell against him. In his reclining posture against the counter, the contact was total, all the way up and down, and she stiffened unconsciously.
“No surprises,” he promised. “Just this. Watch.” His voice was deep and sensuous. He held her waist loosely with one hand while the other slowly worked buttons out of buttonholes and finally tugged his shirt free of his slacks, disclosing a broad, muscular chest that was almost completely camouflaged by thick, curling black hair. “Now, look at me,” he said quietly.
She did, helplessly. She’d never seen anyone quite as masculine or as sensuous. He even smelled male, a scent that worked on her senses fiercely as she stood against his long, powerful legs and stared at the expanse of bare flesh he’d uncovered for her.
“Your eyes are very expressive,” he said, his eyes darkening, glittering. “Giving away secrets.”
“What kind of secrets?” she asked huskily, lifting her face to meet that hungry gaze.
“You’d be surprised.” He bent and bit at her mouth roughly. The contact was swift, and then she was free. “Keep those sultry eyes to yourself. They’re more dangerous than you realize.”
He moved lazily toward the bedroom. Tess had barely recovered her balance and her good sense by the time he’d changed into tight jeans and a white T-shirt. The clothing fit him like a second skin, outlining a body that most men would have killed for. He was tall, but not thin. His broad shoulders tapered down in a wedge, over a muscular chest to lean hips and impossibly long legs. He was built like a rodeo rider. Tess had to drag her gaze back to the steaks.
“Like coffee?” he asked, smiling with pure delight at the way she was watching him.
“Yes.”
“I’ll make it.”
The kitchen was too small for two people. That was probably why, she thought breathlessly, he was constantly brushing against her in the most arousing way as he brewed the coffee.
He finished, but he didn’t go away. In his sock feet, he was still taller than she was, and his relaxed manner of dress made her much too aware of him as a man.
“I disturb you,” he mused.
She started to deny it, then thought better of that. He might be compelled to prove it if she did. “Yes,” she said instead.
He leaned back on his hands against the counter, smiling with his eyes in a way that made her knees weak.
“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it,” he challenged softly.
She wanted to groan. She shouldn’t have been vulnerable. The last time she’d been in this apartment, he’d hurt her, scarred her, almost savaged her. How could she feel so wanton now?
“Dane,” she protested, her eyes lifting to his.
“I can feel you tremble,” he whispered deeply, his eyes narrowing with desire. “I can hear you breathing, Tess.” His eyes fell to her breasts, which were shuddering under the thick sweatshirt. “Think how it would be, if I eased up the hem of that sweatshirt and slid my lips over your breasts, took the nipple in my mouth and made it tight and hard….”
“Dane!”
She was shaking. She barely saw him move the frying pan off the burner and turn off the stove. His lean hand snaked out and caught her wrist, pulling her within reach. Both hands went to the sweatshirt and bunched it, clutched it, while his dark eyes probed hers.
“Inch by inch,” he whispered, moving it up to her rib cage. “Inch by aching inch, with my hands on your bare skin…”
Her face burned. Her body burned. She gave in quite suddenly, closing her eyes with a shaky breath, arching her back to ease his way. She felt his hands spread over her rib cage, warm and faintly rough, as he pushed the fabric up farther. He bent and she felt the hot moistness of his lips touch her. She shivered and moaned harshly, her voice unrecognizable.
“Lean on me so that you don’t fall,” he whispered. His tongue eased out against her bare flesh, teasing it, spreading over it until she shuddered, the hem of the sweatshirt rising with his hands to the very edge of her breast in its soft lacy casing. His nose rubbed against the lower band of the bra and she clutched at his shoulders to keep her balance, so overwhelmed that tears of tense pleasure were stinging her eyes.
She hung, waiting, yielding, totally submissive to anything he wanted to do to her. Waited…waited…
“Tess!” His voice exploded into the silence. His hands contracted suddenly and his head jerked up while he fought for breath. “My God, I’m sorry…!”
He pulled the sweatshirt down and left the kitchen without looking at her. She couldn’t move for several long seconds. She was dimly aware of water running somewhere, but even that didn’t immediately register. She finally managed to stand up and turn her attention back to the steaks. They were done, but not burned, thank God. She put them on a platter with shaking hands.
She’d set the table, served the food and poured the coffee by the time he rejoined her. He was wearing a shirt over his T-shirt now, and it was buttoned. His hair was damp, as if he’d just come from a shower. Probably he had. She wouldn’t have minded some cold water, either. She was still on fire for him. Incredible, that kind of hunger, when only days before she’d been afraid of him.
“It’s all right,” he said quietly, noticing the way she avoided looking directly at him while they ate. “Nothing happened.”
Nothing? She almost said the word aloud. She couldn’t manage to look at him. Not that he was paying her any attention. His eyes, like his mind, were forcibly concentrated on his steak.
“This is good,” he said. “I can’t ever get it medium rare. Either it’s raw or leather.”
“It’s the heat,” she faltered. “You have to be sure the pan’s hot enough.”
“You can teach me, while you’re here.”
“Yes, all right.”
He looked at her then, finally, his eyes dark and oddly wary. “Why so embarrassed, Tess?” he asked quietly. “I didn’t even touch you intimately.”
“You did,” she protested. “With words…”
His expression was unreadable. Intense and faintly threatening. “Things went too far, too fast. I was playing with you,” he said cruelly. “Until you melted into me like that…”
Her heart felt as if he’d kicked it. Perhaps that was how he meant it to sound. “I get the message,” she said, forcing her voice to sound light and unconcerned. She looked up, surprising an odd expression on his face as he stared at her. “I’m as guilty as you are.”
He leaned back in his chair, his coffee cup in his hand as he looked at her openly. “Fair enough. But before you get any ideas about why it happened, it’s mostly abstinence, Tess,” he said tautly. “I haven’t been intimate with a woman since the shooting. Maybe I’m more desperate than I realized.”
So that was it. Hope died hard, but he was forcing her to realize that it wasn’t undying love that had motivated him. All the same, he puzzled her. She couldn’t stop the question slipping out. “Why hasn’t there been a woman?” she asked.
He stared at her, shocked. “Because of my leg,” he said involuntarily.
“Because it’s still painful?”
“Because of the way it looks. The way I look, with my leg shot to pieces.” He frowned. “And maybe because of you,” he added reluctantly, searching her eyes. “Sex…hasn’t appealed to me much since you ran from me that day.” He averted his eyes. “Call it a lack of self-confidence.”
“You were different then,” she began slowly. “Tonight… Well, you didn’t frighten me at all.”
“So I noticed,” he said tersely. He stared at her until she blushed. “Don’t trust me, Tess. If I’d gotten my mouth as far as your breasts, I honestly don’t know what would have happened. Do you understand, little one?” he asked, his eyes narrow with concern. “I want you. God, Tess, I want you so damned much!” he whispered huskily.
It was true. She’d gotten under his skin in the past few days. He’d never been as tender, or as aroused, in his entire life as he’d been with her lately. Her responsiveness went to his head, made him careless and vulnerable.
“But you don’t want to, do you?” she asked softly. She searched his dark eyes.
“You’re a virgin,” he said stiffly. “You tell me if I want to.”
He was more open than he’d ever been. It was obvious that he was afraid of commitment, of loving, of being deserted again. He didn’t trust women, or like them. But his body was starved for physical satisfaction, and Tess was innocent and handy. She had to keep the situation in perspective.
“If I weren’t innocent—” she began.
“If you weren’t, we’d already be lovers,” he said heavily. “You’re afraid of me like that, but you want me just the same.” His dark eyes narrowed on her flushed face. “The first time might be pretty uncomfortable,” he said, his voice almost choked with feeling. “I might not be able to help hurting you, since it’s been so long for me. But the second time…” His high cheekbones went ruddy as he looked at her. “The second time, I’d pleasure you until you cried. I’d be tender. So tender. I’d love you the way I just did in the kitchen, slowly and softly. I’d put my lips all over you. And by the time I joined your body to mine in that intimate way, you’d be sobbing under my mouth….”
He cursed under his breath and got up, running a rough hand over his face. “God,” he breathed unsteadily. “I’ve got to get out of here!”
Tess watched him leave the room, trembling with desire that he’d kindled so unexpectedly. She could hardly believe that he wanted her so much. All the years he’d denied it, been hostile, kept her at arms’ length had been a sham. With shocking clarity, she saw right through him to the vulnerability he was trying to hide. He cared. He cared deeply. Maybe he always had, and her reaction to his ardor had hurt him. She hadn’t known anything about him, really. Hadn’t totally understood that he’d been savaged by two women he cared about, persecuted by one and deserted in his time of need by the other. He was afraid to love, but he did. Tess caught her breath. He loved her. It was the only possible explanation for the way he was with her lately, for the tenderness that he was learning to give her, for his protective attitude.
He didn’t know it, or wouldn’t admit it. But the realization made Tess feel warm all over. The trick was going to be making sure he didn’t find out that she knew. In the meantime, her heart almost burst with joy. He was hers; he belonged to her now as surely as if he’d given her a solemn vow.
He came back a few minutes later, smoking a cigarette and looking totally uninvolved.
“Want some more coffee?” she asked gently.
“Please.”
She poured it while he watched her, averting his eyes when she noticed. They drank coffee in tense silence.
“I’ll get used to having you here,” he said after a minute, “and we’ll manage. I can’t let you go home until the dealers are caught and the court decides how to dispose of them.”
“I know. I’ll try not to be too much trouble,” she added with a smile. She got up and brought out a pudding she’d made for dessert, serving it with no conversation at all. When he touched her, he was vulnerable. But the minute he moved away, the wall came back, reinforced. Except that now she knew why he kept building it, and she wasn’t hurt by it anymore.
Dane was fighting his feelings tooth and nail. He could go crazy for her if he let himself. That couldn’t be. Tess was an old-fashioned girl, with old-fashioned ideas about life and men, courtesy of her grandmother, who’d been responsible for most of her upbringing. He couldn’t take her to bed and forget about her. So he had to forget about her physically. In order to accomplish that, as much as he hated to, he was going to have to push her away and keep her there.
He studied her downcast face with eyes that wanted her, but he averted his gaze the minute she looked up. Boss and employee, he told himself. Surely he could manage that.