Murder And Mistletoe. Barb Han

me,” the young man said.

      Dalton’s hands tunneled into the detective’s hair as her palms pressed firmly against his chest. She repositioned, wrapping her arms around his neck and a sensual current coursed through him when her firm breasts pressed further against him as they deepened the kiss. Heat penetrated layers of clothing and caused his skin to sizzle.

      He was going to need a minute when this was over to regain his bearings, because in that moment, this stranger felt a little too right in his arms.

      “Sorry to bother you, but I’m lost,” the young man said.

      Dalton took in a sharp breath before pulling back. As he looked at the man, he saw a camera being aimed at him.

      “Don’t turn around,” he said under his breath to the detective before looking straight at the guy who had to be a reporter. “What the hell do you want?”

      “Nothing,” the startled voice said in reaction to Dalton’s tone. “I already got what I came for.”