It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.
The ferocity of her passion was what he'd been waiting for night after torturous night. He wanted her to hunger the way he hungered. To need like he needed.
Her face flushed, her eyes flared and she poked him in the chest. Ach, I had nae caution, you brastling gaupie! What about you? You recklessly left the sword out when there are children around!Anger crackled in every fibre of her body. He felt it. He saw it in the flash of her hair, the light of her eyes. But she was standing right in front of him and she was so very whole.Reckless! He grabbed her arms and yanked her to him. I'll show you reckless!
He also had deep brown eyes, light brown skin and an infectious grin, even in the middle of a grueling SWAT workout. In short, exactly her type. If only he wasn't a teammate, making him off-limits. And if only she didn't have baggage from her past that weighed more than he did.
Nine people had died today. And it didn't matter what the FBI had thought of her actions. Her career as a negotiator had ended before it had even begun.