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Max held her in place. “Like I said, she’s special.”

“We should get to her.” Sarah stopped struggling—it was useless. Might as well relax against him and steal some more warmth.

“She’s safe. I promise. We protect gifted females like Janie. And you.” Max’s breath heated the sensitive area behind Sarah’s ear.

Desire. Very unexpected and out of place, need slid through her veins, along her skin. She struggled to keep calm. What he’d said—he couldn’t know. “I’m not gifted.”

“You’re enhanced. I can feel it.”

“What does that mean?” He was just making a weird guess. Had to be. She never gave herself away.

Max’s shrug pushed her into the wall before she settled back. “Dunno. Psychic, empathic, telekinetic ... you’ve got something. It’s okay. Many people have gifts, like the ability to hit a baseball or sing a high note. Which is yours?”

The storm had settled in, allowing rain to beat against the metal roof in a rhythmic lull. Intimacy filled the small room. Trust. She so wanted to trust. The way he explained her gift, like it was normal, reminded her of her grandfather. He had accepted her gift and even found expert teachers in meditation so she could learn to control it. For the first time in too long, she didn’t feel so alone. “When I touch something, I get feelings from the object. Well, from the last person who touched it. Sometimes I even know who that was.” She held her breath.

“Oh. Psychometry. Yeah, I’ve heard of that,” Max mumbled sleepily.

Sarah closed her eyes. Hope spiraled through her solar plexus. “You believe me?”

His hand flattened out against her stomach. “Sure.”

Her abdomen flared to life. A feminine need ripped along her nerves. She’d forgotten what that felt like. She cleared her throat, opening her eyes into darkness. “You’re the first man I’ve told.”

“Oh.” His lips on her skin made her bite back a groan. “That explains why there’s no mention of a boyfriend in your file.”

Well, she had dated some. “People don’t like it when you can tell so much about them from just touching an object.” It was why she never shared her gift. “I learned to control it—through meditation and practice. Unless I’m really stressed, I can shield myself from most images.”

“But you can’t get intimate with someone with such a big secret between you, now can you?” Max stretched and slid his knees more securely behind hers. “I guess that’s why you became a teacher? Kids have their emotions right out on the surface—no big secrets.”

“Yeah.” She missed the kids. Missed teaching.

“You sound sad. Want to talk? Let it all out.”

Her smile came naturally. “Let it all out?” Who the hell was this guy? A guy who’d easily killed four monsters shouldn’t be so ... well ... likeable. “It’s just odd to talk about psychometry like it’s normal. I mean, that’s why my mom left.”

“Your mom left you?”

“Yeah.” Sarah had dealt with the anger and sadness a long time ago. But every so often, both crept up on her. “She was addicted to drugs and sometimes, when she was really high, she thought the devil had marked me with the weird gift.”

“Ah, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” Max brushed a gentle kiss on her ear. Comforting.

She shrugged. “One day, when I was two, she dropped my brother and me off at my grandpa’s and never looked back. I don’t even know if she’s still alive.” Probably not.

“But you have a brother.”

“Half brother. He hates me.” The words rang true. Andrew had always hated her. “Grandpa took us both in, but he and Andrew weren’t really related. I think Andrew blames me for our mother leaving.” For some time, Sarah had blamed herself.

“That’s just wrong.”

Enough with her sad tale. “Do you have family, Max?”

“Nope. My mother died when I was young, and my father was a real bastard who liked to hit. Had a problem with vodka.” Max’s tone stayed level.

“I’m sorry, Max.” That explained the old scars on his back. They were both alone. She snuggled closer into his warmth.

“No worries.” His breath brushed her ear and she fought a shiver. “Can you get images, or history, from all objects?”

“Usually.” Vibrations tickled her skin, and she let them in. “Many people have had wild sex on this cot.”

He stiffened.

Why in the world had she said that? She closed her eyes, yet the sight of his hard body flared to life behind her lids. “You’re hot, Max. This place gives me ideas.”

His heated exhale whispered across her neck. “If that’s an invitation, you need to be more specific and know exactly what you’re getting, sweetheart.” His breath lowered to a huskiness that had her thighs clenching together.

Curiosity followed need.

She was so
not
extending an invitation. What was she, certifiable? Again? “What do you mean?”

“I’m not the teddy bear I look like.”

She snorted. Teddy bear? “You look like a genetically enhanced killing machine created by a desperate government after an apocalypse.”

“Like I said, teddy bear.” He settled more securely around her. “I like large women ... females who can take it all night and are happily unable to walk the next morning. When I leave.”

Her nipples hardened. What the hell? His statement was not a turn-on. Okay, maybe the “all night” part was intriguing. “I’m large.” Her mouth had a life of its own.

He chuckled. “You’re tall. Slender and delicate.”

Was the guy blind? She had more curves than a racetrack—had always wanted to lose that last twenty pounds. Something feminine, something deep inside, sighed at his words. “We are not having sex.”

“Okay.” His lips skimmed her nape. “How about a kiss good night?”

Chapter 3

S
arah wanted that kiss. No sense in lying to herself. When was the last time she’d been kissed? A long time ago ... before being sent to the institution. Maybe she was crazy. Only insanity would have her rolling over to face him. “Okay.”

Max’s eyes cut through the darkness. So oddly light. Earlier his eyes had seemed to be darker than dark, yet surrounded by night, they almost glowed. A calloused hand swept hair away from her cheek, smoothing down to cup her jaw.

Anticipation skittered down her spine.

He leaned in, his mouth brushing hers.

Firm. Warm, sexy... . his lips heated her. He feathered a kiss on each corner of her mouth, taking his time, his air of restraint spiraling her need higher. She let him play, the breath catching in her throat.

Smooth, sure, he slanted his lips over hers, enclosing and seizing control.

It was the sexiest thing she’d ever felt.

His tongue nudged her lips open and he slid in to explore, his lips working hers. He released her jaw, sliding his hand down to settle in the small of her back, tugging her into heat and hardness.

She sighed. Eyes closing, both hands tunneled into his thick hair. Electricity lit her nerves on fire. She returned the kiss, pressing against him, need and want mingling into something only he could satisfy.

He deepened the kiss, a low growl in his throat. The hand at her waist flexed. Smooth, slow, so damn sexy, that hand slid inside the blanket and wandered. Flesh against flesh. Goose bumps rose on her stomach as he caressed north to palm her breast.

She sighed, arching into his hold.

With a twist of his wrist, he captured her nipple, rolling it between his calloused fingers.

Shock tensed her muscles. Fire zapped straight to her clit. She gasped into his kiss, then leaned back, her lips still tingling. Her eyes opened, widening on his. Lust, determination, knowledge—all swirled in his oddly light eyes.

A sudden thought occurred to her—his strength, his power was so much more than hers. And damn if her core didn’t heat more.

Keeping her gaze captive, he tugged her to him. Just enough to show dominance, just enough to catch her breath in her throat. Fire. Her eyes fluttered closed.
Need
flashed way beyond
want
.

Her mind spun, and reality disappeared.

A low growl rumbled from him—the sound full of hunger and frustration. Then he released her, and drew her blanket back together, hands fisting on the ends.

She gave a small gasp of protest, opening her eyes.

Desire and danger stamped hard on his rough face.

Butterflies zinged to life in her belly. Her body ached. Nerves screamed for relief.

“Sarah.” Gravel churned in his voice. “I’m going to roll you over, and you’re going to sleep.”

The erection pressing against her stomach guaranteed the man didn’t want to sleep. “Why?”

“Because the other option is in two seconds, you’re going to be flat on your back, getting fucked within an inch of your life. You’re not ready for that.”

Her body was so ready a
hell yes
slammed through it. But her mind ... her sense of self-preservation ... woke up. Small breaths panted from her lungs as she unclenched her fingers, releasing his hair. She didn’t know the man. He may be sexy, but was also deadly as hell. He probably didn’t give a warning twice. Her breasts ached as she rolled over, pressing her butt into him. His low groan gave her a petty sense of satisfaction.

No way in hell could she sleep.

Sarah awoke to a raven complaining loud and high-pitched outside. She rolled over, and reality came crashing home. The tower was empty, her clothes still hanging on the hook. Darting her gaze toward the door, she hustled out of the blankets and yanked her somewhat dry clothes on.

She finger-combed her hair, wishing for pretty curls that looked wildly sexy after sleep. But nope—stick-straight hair—no curls. She assumed she looked like a disaster.

Spotting Max’s phone on the table, she reached for it, placing both hands over the cold metal. Nothing. She frowned, trying harder. No images, no thoughts. Nothing came to her. Yet he’d held the device the previous night.

Max stomped inside, wiping dew off his forehead. “You’re pretty in the morning, Sarah.”

Warmth. So much flushed through her she fought back a cough. “You’re a blind man.”

He surveyed her. “May I have my phone?”

“Yes.” She held it out, her gaze meeting his. “I can’t get anything from it.”

“I’m sure.” He accepted the phone, tucking it in his pocket. “Maybe I have gifts, too.”

An odd indecision crossed his face. He took a step forward and grasped her arms, leaning down to brush her lips with his. “Good morning.”

Morning kisses were meant to be light, welcoming. Sweet. This one was more of a promise—a claim.

“Um, good morning.” Sarah dug into her pockets to keep from grabbing and throwing him to the cot. Her body hummed, wanting to continue what they’d started the previous night.

His nostrils flared, and he stepped back.

“Why can’t I get an image from your phone? I know you held it.” Intrigue and an odd fear held her breath in her throat.

He shrugged. “I can’t discuss why. Sometimes you just have to accept the facts without an explanation.” His jaw was stubborn. Sexy ... but stubborn.

“We’ll see.” Nobody had ever been able to shield from her before. Who the hell was Max?

He nodded. “We should get going.”

“Yeah, about that.” She’d had enough of the alpha male protector moments. She was a big girl and knew how to run. No need to return to Seattle—the few friends she’d had were teachers at the school, and sadly, they’d pretty much given up on her. With her stupid gift, she rarely made friends, not wanting to know their secrets. Starting over alone would be no big deal.

But what if she couldn’t teach? Even if found unjustified, her psychiatric record might prevent her from teaching again. She shoved the horrible thought down. “Where are you going and why should I go, too?”

He captured her gaze, his focus suddenly and completely on her. “Good question. I’m taking you to meet with friends of mine in the U.S. Marshals service. They can give you a new identity and life. One where you don’t have to hide.”

Surprise jerked her head back. “The government knows about the Kurjans?”

“Ah, well, a few key members in the Marshals service know—and they’re willing to help you, in exchange for your silence.” He waited ... patiently, intently.

No one had ever focused so completely on her before. There was no escaping or hiding from him. She sighed. “I think the world should know about the Kurjans.”

“Yeah. I figured that out from the website and blog you started the second you escaped from Brancrest.” He rubbed his chin. “Both have been taken down.”

The statement didn’t surprise her. “Did you take them down?”

“No. I think my friend, Conn, took them down. You’ll meet him in a few minutes.”

Great. She couldn’t wait to meet good old Conn. The guy was probably one of those trendy computer nerds who could take over the entire internet if he wanted. Sarah had more immediate worries than her website. “What if I refuse to go with you?” Unease replaced interest in her stomach. How far would the government go to keep the secret? How far would Max go?

Regret firmed his jaw. “You’re finished talking publicly about the Kurjans, Sarah.” He held up a hand when she gasped. “I’m sorry. But you should understand.”

“They’d kill me? You’d kill me?”

“Of course not.” His frown reminded her of the storm the previous night—dark and dangerous.

“Sorry.” Geez
.
Her imagination was running crazy.

“But I would put you somewhere you couldn’t talk about the Kurjans. Whether your government liked it or not.”

Embarrassment turned to irritation. “Excuse me?”

He lifted a shoulder. “Bottom line is you choose your new life. Freedom or limited freedom—either way you stop blogging and searching for proof the Kurjans exist.” No apology, no leeway existed in his firm words.

“Wait a minute. What did you mean—
my
government?” Her mind spun. He wasn’t from her government? “God. Are we working with the Russians?”

He chuckled, grabbing her arm and heading toward the door. “Woman, you jump to the oddest conclusions. We’re leaving. Now.”

She tripped on the way out, struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Where is the Marshals service?”

“Portland.” He paused at the stairs, reaching to place one of her hands on the rail. “Don’t fall.”

“You have got to stop manhandling me.” The view stopped her. Miles and miles of pine trees spread out, alone and majestic. Beautiful. A helicopter waited in a clearing toward the base of the tower.

“Sorry.” He tugged her down the steps and along a rough trail. “I hope you like to fly.”

“Hate it.” She had since the first time her brother told her how many people died in fiery plane crashes. Didn’t help she was only eight and on the way to Disneyland. Andrew had been fifteen, and mean even then.

“Bummer.” Max opened the back door of a massive black beast and lifted her inside. She scooted out of the way for him to jump inside. Two men turned to view her. She fought a gasp. They were huge. They were all freakin’ huge.

Max let out a growl. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The pilot shot him a grin. “Nice to see you, too.”

“Damn it. I left you in charge of Janie.” Max yanked the door shut so hard the craft rocked.

The pilot shrugged. “I figure her father and Dage can handle her safety ... along with Kane and about thirty other soldiers. Why are you so cranky?”

Did the hulk just use the word “cranky”? Sarah bit her lip.

Max shook his head. “Sarah, meet Conn.” He nodded to the co-pilot. “This is his brother, Jase.”

“Ma’am,” the men said at the same time.

“Hi.” Sarah settled back into the seat. Who were these guys? Hard, fit, huge ... ultimate soldiers?

She studied them through half-closed eyes. They had similar bone structure. Both had brown hair with dark eyes. Too dark and not quite believable as real. Contacts?

In fact, their eyes were the same shade as Max’s. Except his had been lighter last night. Had he worn contacts during the day
?
She wondered if all soldiers on a mission hid their true eye color, and if they were soldiers, who did they work for?

Conn frowned, his gaze raking her. “She’s enhanced.”

Sarah shrunk back. “How do you know that?” Things had just gotten too weird. She eyed the door on her side of the craft.

Max reached across her, securing a seat belt and effectively trapping her. “I’m aware of that.”

Conn nodded, thoughtfulness pursing his lips. “So, not a coincidence. Any of this.”

Max shrugged. “Maybe ... maybe not. I figured we’d explore the issue when we interview her later.”

Interview her? Sarah turned toward him, eyes widening. “What are you talking about?” Soldiers used euphemisms. Interview really meant interrogate. Were these the good guys?

Max rubbed his jaw. “Interview. You know—ask questions. We need to understand what happened the night you saw the Kurjan. The parts you left out of your blog.”

“And if I don’t tell you?” she whispered, ice slithering down her spine.

“That would be unwise.” He frowned. “I would have no choice but to tickle you.”

Jase let out a bark of laughter.

Conn cut his eyes to Jase and then back to Max. “Did you just make a joke?”

“I’m very funny.” Max clicked his own seat belt into place. “Now, why are you here, and not searching Brancrest, Conn?”

Conn sighed, turning to flip buttons on the dash. “There are no records, schematics, or even drawings of Brancrest. We sent a squad in three days ago, and it failed. The men had no luck finding Sarah’s files—at least not as quietly as Dage wants.”

“We should just blow the place up,” Jase muttered.

“No.” Conn shrugged. “Dage wants this quiet, so we do it quietly.”

Max shook his head. “I don’t like where this is going.”

Jase glanced at Sarah. “We need her for the interior, for the layout of the building. There are no records, Max.”

“Don’t care.”

Both of Jase’s eyebrows rose. “You making a claim?”

Heat slid up Sarah’s face. They may be speaking in odd soldier lingo, but she could decipher that. A tiny part of her rose up in curiosity. Was he?

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