Spending her Friday night running surveillance on a shadow stalker in the dead of winter isn't Samantha's idea of a good time. But doing it with a sexy partner... now that could be fun.
Excerpt
"Truth or dare?"
Samantha Amos nearly spilled her tea. Clenching her numb fingers around the cardboard cup, she turned to look at her partner.
Darien Sterling stared out the driver's side window at the sleazy strip club across the street, his striking profile as still as a statue's. Not that he could see much through the blanket of snow that had settled on the windows.
If Sam hadn't been so absurdly attuned to his every move, she might have thought she'd imagined his deep, rumbling voice echoing through the interior of the car. Unfortunately, she'd heard him loud and clear.
Those three words were the first he'd uttered in four hours. Since midnight, to be exact, when he'd asked what she wanted from Starbucks. She'd politely requested an extra hot Venti upside down caramel macchiato with whip.
He'd brought her green tea.
When she'd complained, he mumbled something about sugar seeping into her bloodstream. Since arguing would get her nowhere, she contented herself with sipping at the bitter liquid and glaring at him from time to time.
Sam cleared her throat. "You're kidding, right?"
He lifted a broad shoulder, still not looking at her. "We might as well do something to pass the time."
She nearly groaned aloud. Oh, she had plenty of creative ideas in that department. Unfortunately, her X-rated fantasies were entirely one-sided. While she couldn't even breathe without his scent sending a flurry of sensation to thrum deep in her pussy, he remained completely unaffected by her.
Frankly, Sam couldn't blame him. She wasn't exactly a Playboy bunny. At best, she'd always been cute. Her hair was a little too blonde for anyone to take her seriously, her eyes too blue, her cheeks too flushed. And her small breasts and straight-as-a-stick body didn't propel her into bombshell territory, either. So she was stuck somewhere in the middle, having to constantly prove herself both in her line of work and when it came to men.
She'd given up on the latter. Men were a lost cause. The job… well, that remained to be seen. "Truth," she said at last.
He turned then, one dark eyebrow cocked in blatant challenge. "Chicken?"
Night Shift