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Chapter Eight

“He never made it. No call. Not anything,” the large man said, slamming his fist on the table.

“Any credit card use?” asked the man with an Irish lilt to his voice.

The blond head shook in the negative. “Not a single one, not since he last filled up with gas. And you know Charmane is his whole world, so if he didn’t show up…” His voice trailed off, not really wanting to say what he was beginning to fear.

The black man with him nodded and stood, striding towards the door. “I’ll page the men.”

“Good. Put a 9-1-1 after it, Hondo. We leave as soon as everyone arrives.”

“Aye, will do, Harrier, will do.” The man immediately left to page the required souls.

Although Ross “Jeb” Connelly was the newest man they had, he was still a member and they were going to find him. Within two hours, a helicopter carried seven men towards Montana to the last known destination of their teammate. They were going to bring him home. One way or another.

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“I don’t know why you feel the need to protect me. And, while I find it very chivalrous and cute, I have been fine on my own.”

“I can see that.” The dark head nodded moments before one tan finger stroked her cheekbone. “Don’t bother arguing with me. That is how it’s going to be.”

The single-minded assuredness and conviction that created his tone made Dezarae fall silent. Not from fear, no, for she felt very comfortable around him. Aside from the intense sexual feeling he stirred up, it was just that it felt nice having someone want to protect her.

So she nodded and walked away, heading over to the sound system, and turned it off, unsure really of how to react to his “almost” claim on her. For all I know, he could have a wife and kids back home. Better to stay distant and not get attached.

But she feared it was too late for that. This man was clueless about his past, had almost died, and was heartbreakingly handsome. There was some kind of connection between them that the flirting highlighted.

“What’s next?” That deep voice intruded upon her thoughts.

“Going in for the night. It’s six,” she said, unzipping her coveralls and peeling them off.

Jeb was silent as he watched her disrobe. It was as if she were completely naked, the way his eyes burned her.

“What?” she asked as she tried not to fidget beneath his stare.

He blinked rapidly. “Nothing.” His voice was raspy.

“If you’re sure.” Dezarae folded her coveralls and put them away as he took his off.

“No, I’m not sure,” Jeb murmured, standing behind her, reaching his strong arm past her to put away his coveralls as well. He engulfed her in his masculine scent.

Keep your distance, keep your distance. Oh, hell, girl, I bet he can go the distance! Refusing to say any-thing out loud, Dezarae just turned and found herself flush against his hard body.

Battleship gray clashed with terra firma. Her tongue snuck out to wet her dry lips and another flash of desire sailed through his eyes. “We should be going in,” she murmured.

“I suppose,” Jeb said softly. His gaze took in her smooth complexion and her wide eyes framed by thick sooty lashes that gave her an innocent yet seductive appearance. Her cute nose endeared him and her full lips made him want to kiss them more than he wanted to take his next breath.

Even though she had been working under a car hood, he could still smell the same floral scent that was on her bedding. And it had the same reaction on him that it had when he was in her bed. He was instantly fully erect, although since he awakened here he seemed to be semi-hard all the time around her.

As they stood there as if they were frozen in time, he noticed her body could fit so perfectly into his. How her curves could press against him so wonderfully. All in all, he wanted her.

Stepping closer until they were really pressed against each other, he leaned his head towards her.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

“Kissing you. I may not know anything about myself, but I know this. I am going to kiss you, Dezarae Phoenix Kerry.” His mouth was a hair’s breadth away from hers.

“So kiss me, then, Johnny Reb,” she demanded as she moved her lips closer yet.

“As you wish, my little firebird.” His lips covered hers masterfully. Sliding his tongue into her willing mouth, they both trembled as their body temperatures skyrocketed.

Her arms moved up to slide around his neck, drawing him in closer. His arms went around her waist and his large hands settled on her firm derriere, bringing her tighter to his erection.

Tongues dueled. Passions flared. He sucked on her tongue, and her hips bucked against him. He answered with a thrust of his own.

Panting, they drew away from each other, eyes dark and burning with a fire that only was going to be quenched by the other. “Wow,” they both breathed at the same time.

Dezarae dropped her arms and slipped under his embrace, then headed across the shop to where their jackets were. Two more seconds and I would have been begging him to take me on a worktable. She was ashamed of her actions. She had acted like a floozy.

Jeb was right on her heels. “Dez, wait.” He grabbed her and spun her around. “What’s wrong?”

She wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Nothing.” He called me Dez…

“Are you sorry it happened?” His question came as he tipped her head to his.

“No.” Now I want more, so much more.

“Good, ’cause I fully intend on doing that again.” His thumb ran over her swollen bottom lip.

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