he did.
Her silver truck loomed ahead. It was one of those ridiculously tall ones, with big tires and lifted at least a foot higher. He’d have expected a man to drive it, but the pink stickers across the back window were a dead giveaway.
“If you were a guy I’d think you were compensating.” Jacob nodded toward the truck.
“I like big things.” She grinned at him as if the animosity weren’t there. Women were confusing, flighty creatures, but Emma could probably give lessons.
“I can see that.” He chuckled. “You’ll let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary?”
“Maybe.”
Maybe his ass. If it came down to it, he might kidnap her and stash her somewhere safe. Okay, he wouldn’t, but she brought out all his protective urges, and she didn’t even need them. Emma was the kind of woman who would face down her enemies on her own and win. But she was still human and breakable.
Jacob grabbed her arm and took a step toward her until she was completely in his shadow. “I’m not jacking around, Emma. Please, be careful.”
The last thing he wanted was to find her dead, lifeless body. He’d seen enough to last a lifetime, and he didn’t want that for Emma. She’d had too much pain in her life to pile on this too. He’d do whatever it took to keep her safe. From afar. She tempted him too much.
“You don’t know me very well, detective.” Emma shrugged off his hand. “I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can.”
“Let me know if you see anything suspicious, Detective.” She winked at him, pulling her bravado around her like a shield. “I could protect you.”
Jacob planted a hand on the truck and leaned down a bit, so they were face to face. “Would you protect me from the big bad wolf?”
This needed to stop, now.
“If I needed to I could probably run him down in my big bad truck.” She flicked a crumb from his shirt, her breath fanning against his skin. Nothing good could come of this, but damn she was tempting.
“I’d have to arrest you then. Vehicular homicide.”
“Again with the handcuffs. You’re a kinky one, aren’t you?” She flattened her palm against his chest. Was she going to push him away? He’d let her, but he didn’t want to give her space. This was going nowhere good, and he couldn’t stop himself.
“I’m pretty sure I can do the job just fine on my own.”
“And we’re back to the compensating.”
“Well you said you liked big things.”
“Do you have something big to show me?”
She rose up on her toes the same moment he lowered his face. There was nothing soft or tentative about the way she set her mouth against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her flush to his chest. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him down farther. Hell yes, he wanted closer. He wrapped her ponytail around his fingers and tugged, pulling her head back and breaking the kiss. Her gaze ate him up, driving sane thought out of his mind.
“You need to be more careful,” he whispered, his voice low and rough.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He could do that.
Jacob pushed her back up against the truck and pushed his knee between her thighs. She shifted against him, wiggling on his leg. This couldn’t go farther. She didn’t need someone like him in her life. But he wasn’t strong enough to keep from devouring her mouth.
This close, he could see the same shadow that haunted him deep in her gaze. They were cut from the same cloth. Two souls created from darkness, struggling in the light. He’d protect her, even from himself if he had to.
2.
H
arold Espinoza flipped through his mail on his way into the kitchen. A few bills, some fliers for local businesses, and—ah, there they were. His permits for the upcoming LGBTQ parade. Every year the city turned out more support for the growing community in Oklahoma City. It was a far cry from what things had been like when Harold was coming out in his twenties.
Tomorrow was the first planning
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