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couldn’t spend the night pressed against her soft
curves and expect to get any sleep.
    And more importantly he needed to be at the top of his game
because tomorrow was going to be a big day. Crystal said her contact would be
calling in the morning and giving her the drop location.
    He had to be ready for anything and he sure as hell couldn’t
be distracted by Crystal’s sweet curves.
    She was a fling. That was it, all it could be.
    * * * * *
    Blake woke up the next morning to the sound of Crystal’s
cell phone ringing. He had a headache from a lack of sleep and a hard-on
because when he did finally fall asleep she tormented his mind. Neither one of
those things was going to be a damn bit helpful today.
    Mason was tracking her phone, recording every call and
checking on anyone who called her. This should be a pretty easy job, get the
person she gave the bag to, have her identify any of the police involved, pump
them for information and get closer to the top, but nothing was ever as easy as
it seemed.
    This was the first call she got since he met her on the boat
yesterday afternoon. Not exactly a social butterfly, but that was going to make
his job easier. There wouldn’t be calls to sift through.
    Blake hurried into Crystal’s room to listen to her half of
the conversation. He didn’t have to, Mason would fill him in soon enough with
all the details but Blake wanted to know as much as he could as soon as he
could.
    “Meet at the corner of Twenty-sixth and Waterloo.” Her words
were emotionless, sleepy.
    Blake wanted to believe her story, wanted like hell to know
he wasn’t being played.
    “At 8:00 a.m. on the sidewalk on the side of the red-brick
building. Okay.”
    She repeated the directions out loud and he didn’t know if
she was doing it for his benefit or because it was what she always did. If she
was doing it to be part of the team, it eased his conscience but it was a bad
move. She shouldn’t be doing anything differently, shouldn’t try to cause any
more suspicion than his presence would already bring.
    “I’ll be there.” She ended the call simply and then there
was silence.
    Blake stood in her doorway, arms crossed in front of his
chest, ready for business.
    “That was them?” He asked the question just to start the
conversation. It was obvious her contact was the one who called.
    She nodded and closed her eyes, looking a little pale, a
little scared.
    And damn if he didn’t want to go to her, to comfort her,
tell her everything was going to be okay, but he wouldn’t lie. He couldn’t make
any guarantees other than he would do his best to keep her safe.
    “We better get going then.” He didn’t want to waste any
time.
    “We?” She looked at him funny. “I’m supposed to do this
alone.”
    “I’m not going to let you go out there by yourself. At the
very least I’ll sit in the car watching, making sure you’re safe.” He couldn’t
let her do this alone, not after the attack that happened yesterday. Those same
men could still be watching her. “Have you ever used this drop site before?”
    “No, they change it every time.” Crystal dug through her
closet, grabbed a shirt and shorts and threw them on the bed. Her boobs jiggled
nicely as she moved, making sure the tightness in his pants didn’t go away.
    Blake slept in his jeans, feeling the need to be prepared
for action at any time but not the kind of action his cock was hoping for right
now.
    When Crystal had all her clothes laid out she stopped and
looked at him, expecting him to what? Leave? That wasn’t going to happen.
    “Are you just going to stand there and watch me while I get
dressed?”
    “It’s a little late for modesty, isn’t it?” Blake didn’t
move, didn’t turn away. There was no reason to and he wanted to see every inch
of her body in the light of day.
    “I guess it is.” Crystal got this little smile on her face
and immediately Blake knew he was in trouble.
    She lifted the black satin nightgown thingy