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face when she really wanted to curl her legs around him and lick him to death.
    Brute hopped up on the bed, lay down, and put his head on his crossed paws. Tony gave the dog a good scratch. “She’s something else, huh?”
    “Woof.”
    He chuckled. “Yeah. She thinks you’re cool too.”
    One more pat to Brute’s head, and Tony left the room and closed the door. Silence greeted him in the hallway. Rocki must still be on the phone.
    He strode into the bedroom, removed his boots, and stripped off his clothes before walking into the bathroom to shower. He’d give her privacy to make her call, and then he was going to make up for lost time. They’d already wasted an hour, and she wasn’t even in his bed yet.
    She’d made him work for every inch he’d made getting to know her, and still held the truth of what she was doing at Corner Pocket from him. He stepped under the water. Ninety-nine percent of the information she volunteered were lies. He held on to the one thing she couldn’t fake: her attraction to him.
    Whether she still worked for Darrell remained a concern, but that’d end after tonight whether she slept with him or not. He’d never let a vulnerable woman walk into the kind of trouble she’d find with Darrell.
    She was hiding something, besides her real occupation. A few times, he wanted to mention how he knew she was lying, get it out in the open and deal with it, but he held back. There had to be a big reason behind why she’d concoct all the stories about what she did for a living, and he wanted to figure out the answer for himself first. Something wasn’t adding up, and because he worried about how her involvement would touch Kage, he’d wait until she gave him something concrete. Then he’d confront her.
    He toweled off, slipped on a pair of gym shorts, and walked out into the bedroom. The lights remained on, the bed still made, and he heard nothing coming from the other end of the house. Concerned Rocki slipped out while he showered, he went down the hall searching for her.
    Before he entered the kitchen, he heard the way her voice warbled and stopped, staying out of sight.
    “I’m safe for now.” Her footsteps led her farther away, but her voice rose. “I can’t tell you. You know that. I’m doing okay. I’m safe, so stop worrying.”
    He leaned against the wall. Going off her side of the conversation, he couldn’t tell what kind of relationship she had with the other person on the phone.
    “Hopefully it’ll end soon, and things will go back to normal.” She inhaled loudly and blew out her breath. “I know. I miss you too. Don’t worry if you don’t hear from me for a while. I got lucky and found a phone I can use, but now I have to go back to work, okay?”
    His head came up and he peeked into the room. Rocki’s back was to him and she rubbed the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
    “I will,” she whispered. “I love you too.”
    She disconnected the call and sank into the chair by the table. He studied the long line of her spine, the forward tilt of her head. Her shoulders shook, and his body tensed. She was crying.
    He could handle an irate woman and enjoyed a good debate, but the soft sniffles of a woman’s heart breaking left him incompetent and desperate. With no sister of his own, women were a mystery he loved discovering. Tears were his undoing. He wanted to fix whatever was bothering her, promise to get rid of whatever or whoever caused her pain, but if she was this upset over coming home with him, something else was going on.
    His head went back and hit the wall. Shit.
    The last thing he needed to do was emotionally tie himself to a woman in need. All he’d thought about since spotting her at the academy was how much he wanted her. Her quiet strength around the other officers set her apart from other women. Women who’d relied on him to make the simplest of choices…it never resulted in anything good. He needed fire and backbone in a woman.
    He never expected