sparkling with amusement. Instead of
acknowledging the compliment, she gave him a small smile and glanced back at the screen.
No way would she allow him to turn her into mush—something he proved capable of doing
with a single look.
She closed the My Pictures folder and moved on to My Documents. Nothing there gave
any clue to Travis’s location. Frustrated, she opened the Internet again and went
through every known email provider. When she opened Gmail, she noticed an address
that included the name “Travis.”
“Come here,” she said. “I found something.”
“Whatcha got?” Sawyer sat next to her, draping his arm across the back of the couch.
He smelled like nature, Chloe thought—woodsy and fresh. And so very masculine. She
cleared her throat. “I take it this is Travis’s email address.” Sawyer’s thick, strong
leg pressed against her slender one, carrying warmth into her veins. “It’s not a great
lead, but at least it’s something.”
“At this point, anything is good.” Sawyer pulled out his phone and typed the email
address into his notepad. “I don’t suppose you know how to break passwords?”
“I’m not
that
good.” She smiled, shutting the laptop. “But I do have a friend who might be able
to help.”
One brow rose. “A friend?”
“His name is Shane. He’s a computer whiz I met in high school.” She rose, holding
the laptop to her chest. “He does some freelance work for Porter on difficult cases.”
Sawyer hesitated, brows pinched together. “The force has its own computer team. I
should take it there.”
“Yes, I’m sure that makes sense in your cop brain. But what if we have to dig deeper
than just breaking a password? Will your people on the force do that, or do they have
to get warrants and such? Using my guy saves time.”
His hesitation lasted a little longer this time, the conflict clear on his face. He
finally bobbed his head, resolved. “We’ll do this your way for now.” He lifted his
hand to her arm in an appreciative touch, but the feel of his strong fingers on her
bare skin was like an arrow of desire hitting her straight between her thighs.
He’d never touched her before. That, she now realized, had been a good thing. Under
the heat of his fingers, her mind went blank. Her only focus was the burning of his
touch. Every inch of her hummed in a blaze of need, clenching her sex. She needed
space from all his intensity, but she couldn’t find the strength to force her feet
to move.
She dared herself to look up into his shadowy eyes. His curious gaze moved from his
hand to her face; then he shifted his fingers toward her chin. Chloe melted as she
became aware of his hands on her face—the soft, tempting strokes of his fingers as
they caressed her jaw.
He tipped her head up, studying her in a way no man had ever done. He really
looked
at her—straight into the center of her being. As if, for the first time in her life,
she was being
seen.
Her soul felt naked under his gaze. The slight jump in her heart rate matched the
nerves rattling through her.
All the same, her mind recoiled. She hastily reminded herself she’d just broken up
with Josh. “Please don’t” was all she could manage.
The corner of Sawyer’s mouth curved. “I’m not stopping you from backing away from
me. If you don’t want me close, move.”
He clearly didn’t intend to step away—she could tell from his knowing smile. She couldn’t,
either.
My God
, she wanted him. Right now. Right in his little sister’s condo. But that little voice
in her head, though it was growing weaker by the moment, reminded her that strong
and smart women didn’t jump into bed with someone the day after breaking up with a
long-term boyfriend.
The satisfaction in his eyes deepened when she remained still. “There’s something
here,” he murmured in a voice as soft as silk. “I feel it. You feel it. Why ignore
it?”
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