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put another person he loved into the ground. Not loving made it easier not to have to bury another piece of his heart. He told himself not to fall in anything with this woman—lust, love, any of it, but hell if he wasn’t taken at first sight for lust, and first sentence for love. God if he only could look at her as a job he wouldn’t feel anything, but he couldn’t look at her that way. In fact, he was sure his first lust moment is what tipped his mind into the chaos of saying yes to this detail. He should have said no and stuck by it. And if he hadn’t seen the softness in her eyes, the smile on her face, and that look of a woman who needed protection—his protection, then maybe he could of held his position. Since he hadn’t held it then he sure as hell better hold it now because he couldn’t get distracted. Distraction brought death and that was not an option—for either of them.
    “So,” her sultry yet docile voice hit him hard yet again. He imagined hearing her scream his name as she hit orgasm and that alone told him he was in for a hard fight. He protector she woman in distress, and he needed to remember that Tarzan toned speech. Then again, Tarzan had still claimed his woman.
    “So?”
    “Are you…you know. Do you have a gun—with you now that is?”
    “I’m always packing.” He wasn’t a man who went anywhere without a weapon, sometimes more than one actually.  For all the crazy people harping on tossing out the second amendment he wasn’t going to sacrifice his weaponry. He would be damned if he was going to get rid of his first line of defense and rely on some wet behind the ears cop to get to him in under thirty seconds to save his life. No, that wasn’t his thing. If people knew how unlikely it was for a cop to get to them in faster time then it would take for the bad guy to kill them maybe they wouldn’t get so piss poor out of shape because other people decided not to wait on somebody else to save them.
    “You know how to fight? At least that’s what I think you were saying.”
    “Yeah, my dad taught me. He always said though, “kid there is always somebody better than you. Don’t get too complacent with your knowledge or your skills,” and he had been right. There is always somebody better. I just hadn’t met that somebody in a life or death situation until yesterday.”
    “I see,” he stated because he knew what she was saying. There was a huge difference between knowing somebody better could kill you on any given day and actually coming up against that somebody better. “You’ll be safe where I’m taking you. I hope you like Montana.”
    “Never been,” she said.
    “Well good, because you’re not going now either.” He laughed and she chuckled before shaking her head.
    “Where are we going then?”
    “You’ll see. Just wait for it.”
    “It’s not like I can tell anybody you know.”
    He shrugged one shoulder. “I know you can’t if I don’t tell you.”
    “Oh brother,” she mumbled. “You’re going to be trouble; aren’t you?”
    “You have no idea.” He switched on the radio so she could have something to keep her mind occupied—something other than conversation because the voice she had was making him want to pull over to the side of the rode and get to know the ins and outs of her body—right now his penis was more interested in getting to know the ins than the outs.
    “I guess the radio means you want me to shut up now, huh?”
    “Abby, if you keep talking I can’t guarantee I’m not going to stop being able to resist the urge to get you naked and get between your legs; so stop talking.”
    He heard the gasp as he looked over at her blushing cheeks. The look in her eyes told him she was contemplating the same kind of getting to know each other even if she was trying to hide it. He was a good read of people, their emotions, their body language and everything about her now crossed legs told him he had just unleashed an urge in her that was