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broke up with Josh yesterday,” she reminded him.
    “So you keep telling me.” Frustration appeared in his eyes. “Since you seem so determined
     to keep talking about your ex, then tell me, why did you break up?”
    Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. There was no way she was going to tell him.
    His eyes began to twinkle. “Because of me? Because of this peculiar-but-ever-so-interesting
     connection between us?”
    She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’ve never…”
    “Felt something so intense? So unexplainable? So tempting? Neither have I.”
    Then he kissed her, and she couldn’t remember the reason she didn’t want him kissing
     her. She only wanted him kissing her.
    He moved his hands to caress her shoulders, holding her in place as his tongue invaded
     her mouth. He pressed his body against hers, as if daring her not to realize how incredible
     it felt to have his body right up against hers. He set every inch of her on fire.
    Jesus. H. Christ, did she realize it.
    And she wanted more.
    Many minutes later, when he stopped kissing her, they were both breathless. His eyes
     were so full of lust it was mind-blowing. He dragged his thumb across her bottom lip.
     “I’ve waited thirty-three years to find this sort of real connection that defies logic.
     I won’t ignore that, Chloe. I can’t.” She couldn’t look away from his mouth. God,
     she wanted more of that. “Don’t ask me to,” he added, “because you won’t like my answer.”
    She forced her eyes up to his. “I’ve been single for a day,” she reminded him again.
Dammit!
“I can’t be with you, no matter how fun that sounds. It wouldn’t feel right. I need
     time.”
    “Fair argument. But I don’t care how long you’ve been single. I only care that you
     are.” As if he hadn’t rocked her fucking world, he left her standing there as he walked
     toward the door. “Come on. We need to get moving.”
    She blinked, pulling her mind from the gutter and placing it back on the investigation.
     Her emotions were in a whirl; if there were such a thing as a female case of blue
     balls, she had ’em.

Chapter 4
    It turned out Chloe’s friend was a criminal. A good one.
    Sawyer crossed his arms, frowning at Shane Taylor’s wide smile. His thick-rimmed black
     glasses weren’t so much nerdy as trendy. Shane wore dark skinny jeans and a gray T-shirt
     beneath a black sweater vest. Most people thought criminals lived rough lives, but
good
criminals had money. Shane clearly fell into the latter category, living in a lavish
     two-story house on the north end of Las Vegas. Unimpressed, Sawyer scanned the six
     computer screens set up on a circular desk in the living room.
    A hacker,
Sawyer thought.
    The PD had a team that hunted criminals like Shane, and here Sawyer stood in the middle
     of an elaborate hacker setup. He turned to Chloe, feeling guilty even to be standing
     in this would-be-felon’s home.
    Chloe gave him a nervous smile. “Shane’s good at what he does.”
    “I don’t doubt
that
in the least,” Sawyer replied, voice dry. Chloe had told Sawyer before they entered
     the house not to let on about his occupation; a hacker would not be eager to invite
     the law into his place of work.
    Shane dropped into a leather chair and hit a button on his keyboard, powering up the
     computer screens. “What did you bring me today, Chloe?”
    She tapped the laptop in her arms. “I need you to get into Travis Marks’s Gmail account.”
    “Only that?” Shane frowned. “You disappoint me, Chloe. Why don’t I track his credit
     card usage? He’s probably bought something with it. Maybe I can pinpoint his location
     for you.”
    Sawyer grunted. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
    Shane frowned at Sawyer.
    Chloe shifted on her feet and cleared her throat. “Sawyer’s not…ah…a private investigator,
     so it’s best we stay away from the credit cards on this one.”
    Sawyer sighed. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,