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handsome
jerk,” she agreed with a laugh. When she looked up, her eyes had
darkened with heat. “Kiss me, Dylan,” she whispered.
    S he didn't have to ask
twice. He danced them to a corner away from the rest of the family,
pressed her back to the wall and captured her lips. He'd wanted to
do this for hours, days, weeks, and finally had her lips on his
again, his tongue in her mouth. He savored her taste, her flowery
scent, her arms clutching him to her. God, how he wanted this
woman, but not here, not now. He had to stop or take her right her
against a wall in her parent's house, at her brother's wedding. It
was with great effort he pulled his mouth from hers, smiling at how
thoroughly loved she looked. He'd shifted her fancy hair do, her
lips were swollen with his kisses, her dark eyes were glassy with
lust, and all he wanted to do was dive back in to her, make her
his. He swallowed. He had to remember where they were. “Cassie,
darlin', we have to stop.”
    N o matter how sexy she
looked, he couldn't believe they had just acted like teenagers at
her older brother's wedding. If he hadn't come to his senses when
he did, she'd be pinned to the wall full of him, and he wouldn't
have cared about the audience, the venue, nothing. Just her body
beneath his, his mouth, hand, and cock working her to a frenzy. He
shook his head. That was a much too tempting scenario.
    “ We should...” she
started, breaking the heated silence.
    “ You bet your ass we
should.” He laid a finger across her wet mouth. “But not here, not
now.”
    “ Last time I nearly killed
you.”
    H e chuckled. “Honey, that
was two weeks ago, and I'm much better now.” He dropped a soft kiss
on her lips. “Much better.”
    H e watched her mind fight
her body, the heat in her gaze dimming slightly before coming back
full-force. What he'd give to know what kind of battle just went on
in that head of hers, but since he was pretty sure he'd like the
outcome given her expression, he bit his tongue.
    “ When we get out of here,
you're proving just how much better you are.”
    He let his smile break free at her demand.
“ Gladly.”
    ~ *~
    D ylan adjusted himself as
best he could in the seat of his truck. It was still strange to be
shuttled around by a woman, but until the doctor signed off on his
paperwork, he wasn't allowed behind the wheel. He remembered
similar orders after his sister had her first seizure. No driving
for three months, no matter how she felt. He scrubbed his hand down
is face. He hadn't thought about Emily for a long time, losing her
years ago. He turned to look at his companion, beautiful in her
green dress, the fussy hair she'd taken down as soon as she'd sat
in the driver's seat now floating around her in dark reddish waves.
She was his focus tonight, not thinking about things he couldn't
change and hadn't done.
    I dly he wondered when he
would be cleared to drive, effectively ending his need for
Cassidy's cab service. At first he'd thought it lucky he hadn't
been constricted for a set amount of time, thinking he would get
out of her hair and stop imposing as soon as possible. Now, there
was no way he was leaving her until the threat to her was
neutralized, even though he had no leads regarding the car bomb,
and Chris has been tight-lipped about the case, stating Dylan was
too close to it. Just because his friend might be right didn't make
him any less annoyed with the assessment. He just had to get back
to fighting strength now to insure his Cassie was safe.
    H e mentally kicked
himself. She would not appreciate that statement, but he wasn't
leaving until he knew there was no threat. He would just have to
recover slowly, and make sure he had to stay with her. Not a hard
sell, honestly. Although he could use his arm, there was a burning
sensation from the nerve damage, one he was afraid would never
leave him. Would he ever be back to one-hundred percent? He didn't
know, but he had to believe he would. He couldn't let anything
happen to