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waist, backed up, and slammed the truck door shut. His gaze never left her wide eyes as he rounded the truck, snagged the dry cleaning, and went to open the driver’s-side door. He’d said talk, and she was curious, but there was no way she was going anywhere with him, even though a taunting and tantalizing thought kept nagging her.
    What you thought you heard.
    As soon as Vincent hit the seat, throwing the dry cleaning between them, she blurted, “Not going anywhere with you.”
    Vincent stalled with his hand pointing his key toward the ignition. He lifted his hand slowly, then turned his gaze to her. Oh boy, he looked badass and determined.
    “I can’t let you go home.” But even as he said those bossy words, which blew her mind, he settled back in his seat, not making any aggressive moves to leave.
    She could have said many things. Why? And why so bossy? But instead she told him: “I’m not going home, cowboy, so you don't have to hold me hostage.”
    His gaze looked over her face, and then it got softer. “Where you going, baby?”
    There was no way she should have told him. There were a lot of crazy things working between them, such as him finding her, him coming there, and then him saying she couldn’t go home. The fact they’d done it all night, many positions, and he’d been so into her he’d touched, licked, and caressed every inch of her body. While she’d tasted him back. And Tess remembered him very well. The smell of him, the taste of his skin on her tongue, and the feel of his mounded sinew against her mouth.
    But when Vincent Whitehorse looked at a woman—when he looked at her with softer, more intimate black eyes—she just expelled, “Not sure. Rowdie’s, maybe.”
    The softness left his eyes as he dropped his gaze to her mouth, then lifted back to her eyes. His look sharpened as if he knew she’d been thinking of licking his body. Of his cock filling her ...
    “No fucking way,” he uttered.
    God, she wanted to climb over him, grab him, and she trembled trying not to, even as he bossed her. “Way,” she stated firmly.
    He shook his head. “No. Fucking. Way.”
    He turned and whipped the key into the ignition, starting the truck. She yelped, dropped the clothes and purse she was holding to try to grab her door handle, but his hand closed around her upper arm and he tugged. She and the dry cleaning bunched across the seat until she hit his side. Hard to do, because her legs were still on the other side. His arm raised and curled over her shoulder, down her side, then tightened, holding her body against his.
    She finally dropped her boots, turning toward him to try to push. “Let me go,” she exclaimed.
    “Wish I could,” he muttered. Then the truck was moving forward. She was trying to push her hand steadily against his bunched muscles, which she wouldn’t think felt incredible. But it wasn’t getting her anywhere; he was too strong, holding her tight to his side.
    “You’re scaring me,” she tried, and he turned his face to her. They were very close to each other and the truck stopped, leading out of the back alley behind her store.
    She knew her gaze was pleading, looking into his.
    “I’d never hurt you,” he whispered, then he turned and continued to drive.
    She wanted to whisper back, “But you already did.” However, she bit her lip.
    “What is it you want from me?” she exclaimed, and she knew her voice sounded anguished.
    “I was not talking about you on that fucking call. Case I’m working. Don’t like the client, called him fucker. Really don’t like her, a cheater. Caught her screwing the masseuse. Now I can get rid of both of them.” Vincent growled this amazing, lengthy answer into her hair and she was so struck he'd spoken so many words put together, she nearly missed their meaning.
    It still hurt.
    But ...

FOUR / CAN’T LET YOU LEAVE
    V incent couldn’t let Tess tell her husband, Navarro, that she knew about the affair because then Navarro would tell