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be a cold day in hell before he’d ever admit it.
    Hannah had been feeding her stories of Ryan’s heroic deeds for weeks now, just like a proud mother. Shea had heard everything from how he’d once found a three-year-old who’d been abducted, to the case involving a terrorist Ryan had taken down in a knife fight. After learning so much about him, her downright carnal lust was swiftly evolving into something much stronger—and so much more frightening.
    She not only wanted Ryan, but she respected him as well. More than any other person she’d ever known. Without any means of protecting her heart, she’d made herself unbearably vulnerable and fallen helplessly in love with the magnificent jerk. Hard and fast and head over heels.
    Glancing up at his rugged face, Shea realized, with a muffled groan, that he looked even more furious than before. Well, hell. By mentioning Red’s, she’d definitely let the cat outta the bag. She’d wanted him panting with lust tonight, not shaking with rage.
    “What in God’s name were you doing at Red Mackey’s Bar?” he exploded, staring at her as if she’d grown a second head. “Jesus Christ, woman, are you out of your mind? Do you know what could’ve happened to you there?” He shot a disgusted look down at Spalding, then snapped his angry glare back on her. “Forget could have. Look what did happen because you went there!”
    Shea stared up at him in silence, not knowing what to say, especially with Derek standing there watching them. She didn’t exactly care for his condescending tone, but she thought it might have more to do with fear than anything else, so she was willing to let it slide for the moment. He looked so scared and angry at the thought of what she might’ve suffered at the hands of Rich Spalding, and she couldn’t help but love him even more for his concern.
    And maybe it meant that he cared—even if just a little. She’d have loved to press him for more details, but there wasn’t much she could say with Derek still in the room, not to mention the grotesque drunk on her floor.
    As if he read her mind, Ryan’s tall, good-looking friend hefted Spalding over his shoulder. “Look,” he said, trying to hold back a grin, “if you two promise to behave yourselves, I’ll haul this piece of sh—er, crap on down to the station.”
     
    Ryan nodded mechanically, unable to tear his eyes away from the picture Shea presented in her slinky black dress and sexy sandals, driving himself crazy thinking of how she must have stuck out in a place like Red’s. He watched as she told Derek thank you, and felt an unfamiliar burst of jealousy to see the blush on her cheeks when his pain-in-the-ass buddy winked at her on his way out.
    And suddenly, for the first time ever, they were alone, in her bedroom no less, and Christ Almighty, he was gonna get hard just staring at her. Ryan supposed he should be used to that particular reaction by now, which was nothing new whenever Shea was anywhere near the vicinity of his dick. In fact, he tended to get a raging hard-on every damn time he saw her.
    Judging by the effect she was having on him right now, he was uncomfortably aware of the fact that fighting this thing between them tonight was going to be harder than ever before. Hell, she looked like a woman on the prowl for a wild night, and Ryan knew he wanted to be the man to give it to her. He wanted to give it to her every way there was, from every conceivable angle, and if she were any other woman, they’d already be halfway there. Shit, since setting eyes on her, he’d imagined every woman he’d fucked was Shea Dresden. He’d fantasized it was her sweet little pussy he was pounding into instead of whatever woman he was with at the time.
    He wanted her so damn bad it was killing him.
    But this was shy, sweet, studious Shea, Hannah’s new best friend and his naïve little neighbor—the only woman who’d ever made him nervous and aching for just a glimpse of her. Jesus. The