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  “Tell me,” she whispered, putting her hands on his chest to push free. “Is everyone okay?”

  He slid his hands down her arms, taking her wrists, lifting them over her head so she couldn’t move, leaving her stretched out on the wall for him.

  “Noah—”

  His mouth was busy at her jaw, her neck…and she lost her train of thought. “Uh…”

  Holding her upright with his hands, his body, the thigh he’d thrust between hers, she discovered that the darkness lent a freedom all in itself. She found herself riding his thigh, wishing their clothes would fall away, so that there was no barrier between them.

  His clever, clever mouth found a way beneath her sweater. Dragging her bra cup aside with his teeth, his warm breath teased her nipple, and she thought she’d die of pleasure. Then he gently rubbed his jaw over it.

  Another sound escaped her throat at that, and then he leaned in and sucked her into his mouth. Her knees buckled, but with his thigh between hers, she wasn’t going anywhere.

  Nor she did she want to. It was a startling realization, and when he let her hands go to unbutton her sweater, she clutched at him. “Noah,” she gasped. “Please tell me what happened out there.”

  “They’re gone.”

  She knew he was in one piece, no bullet holes, but she ran her hands over him again just to feel him, to be sure. “I can’t keep doing this to you, I won’t—”

  “You’re not.” He cupped her breasts, his fingers driving her straight to heaven. Unable to stop herself, she touched him too, ran her hands over his shoulders, his belly…the hard bulge behind the button fly of his jeans, loving the raw, hungry sound that escaped him when she outlined him with her fingers. Pressing her face into his neck, she just breathed him in.

  “They’ll be in Cabo,” she whispered. “I’m going to tell them again, that I don’t know where the money is, and that killing me won’t change that.”

  “They still won’t believe you. But the cops can—”

  “No. They said no police or they’d hurt Kenny. And now you. They’ll hurt you.”

  “Princess, it’s not me they wanted.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “If you knew who they were, then Shayne’s brother could—”

  “Noah.” Guilt ate at her. She did know who they were. “I, um…” She swallowed hard. “I haven’t told you everything.”

  He went still.

  She closed her eyes, but it didn’t matter. The closet was still pitch-dark, and she was still about to really screw everything up. “I know who the men are.”

  Noah shifted, and she heard a click, and then the closet was flooded with light.

  Noah’s body still pressed hard against her, his eyes unfathomable. “You said you didn’t know who they are.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.” Sorrier than he could ever know. “I think…I think I should go to Cabo alone.”

  “Over my dead body.” He said this so evenly it took a moment for her to process the words.

  “Hey,” Shayne said through the door. “You going to stay in there all night, because we’re getting tired of trying to eavesdrop from out here. Can’t hear a damn thing.”

  Noah never took his gaze off Bailey. “Go away,” he called out.

  “Yeah. Can’t do that.”

  It was hard to think with his body pressed against hers, with his hands…oh Lord, those hands. One was still on her breast, the other cupping her bottom, pressing her against the hard ridge in his jeans. “Noah,” she whispered.

  “Right.” He pushed away, waiting while she straightened her clothes, the ones he’d just been trying to get her out of, then opened the door.

  Shayne was propped against the wall, arms casually crossed, all laid-back and easygoing stance, but nothing about his eyes was laid-back and easygoing.

  “Where’s the ‘we’?” Noah asked him.

  Shayne lifted a shoulder. “Lied. I sent Brody on my last charter; he’s gone until morning. You can thank me later. Maddie needs you to sign something ASAP. She’s waiting at her desk.”

  “Fine.” Noah turned to Bailey. “I’ll be right back.”

  Shayne waited until Noah was out of range before he looked at Bailey. “So.”

  “I’m so sorry about the visitors.”

  “Yeah. Bad-Breath and Shit-For-Brains said you were a dangerous and crazy thief.”

  Bailey lifted her chin. “I realize that you have no reason to believe anything I say, but I’m not a thief.”

  “Well then, it’s a good thing I don’t listen to people whose necks are wider than their brains, isn’t it. Look, I make up my own mind on people. And my mind says you’re in over your head, but you’re not a thief. In any case, Noah believes in you, and that’s good enough for us.”

  Bailey stared at him, a little stunned at the blind trust. Before Noah had come along, she’d have said she didn’t believe such a thing even existed. And now…and now she only wished she could bring herself to experience it firsthand instead of simply witnessing the beauty. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Don’t thank me yet.”

  Her heart, warmed only seconds before, chilled.

  “Because while I’m not locking up the silver, I do think you’re dangerous.” He looked pointedly past Bailey, where beyond the reception area, Noah was bent over Maddie’s desk, pen in hand.

  Bailey looked at him, too. Hell, she couldn’t stop looking at him. Long, built, gorgeous, he was nodding at something Maddie was saying. His hair had fallen over his forehead, and he carelessly shoved it back. Maddie reached up and squeezed his arm, and he tugged at a strand of her hair.

  Easy affection.

  Easy camaraderie.

  God, to have people in her life like that. She had Kenny, she knew that no matter what Noah thought, but Kenny had been gone a long time, and nothing about that was going to change.

  “Bailey.”

  Bracing herself, she met Shayne’s sharp eyes.

  “Be careful with him.”

  Even standing as casual and at ease as he was, the worry sat heavily in every line of his face, and her immediate reaction of defensiveness softened. “Noah is in no danger from me, Shayne.”

  “Isn’t he?”

  If anyone was going to get hurt when this was over, Bailey was fairly certain it would be her. She was already nursing a broken heart. “No.”

  He looked at her for a long moment, then nodded.

  “Thank you for what you did today,” she said. “For everything. Please tell Brody, too. I can never thank any of you enough—”

  “Yes, you can.” He glanced at Noah, then back at her. “You can thank us by not hurting him.”

  And then he walked away.

  Bailey watched him go, drawing in a deep breath, then slowly letting it out.

  Noah was a wanderlust, a man who lived gleefully on the edge of danger and adventure, and had the scars to prove it, both inside and out.

  She couldn’t hurt a man like that…

  Could she?

  Or had she already, by not trusting him? The truth was, it was herself she hadn’t trusted, not him. And she needed to tell him that.

  “Hey.”

  Whipping around at the hand on her shoulder, she stared into his face.

  “Let’s go,” he said.

  In spite of what she’d done—and not done—he was taking her to Cabo. Now. Her heart squeezed. “Noah—”

  “Look, I don’t want to argue about this.”

  Male code for, I’m done with this conversation. “Same plane?” she asked.

  “Yes.” But he didn’t look at her, and in fact, led her to the front door of Sky High Air, not to the tarmac. Pulling her outside, he kept a watchful eye on everything around them as he lead her to a sports car. Night had fallen, though as was typical for Southern California, the temperature had not.

  “This isn’t a plane,” she said, eyeing the BMW.

  “Nope.” He unlocked the door and waited for her to get in, whi