Bare It All. Lori Foster

safer.”

      Safer, but not safe. Reese understood the difference. Now that she knew how easy it was to become the victim, never again would she feel entirely safe. “Yes.”

      He toyed with his empty glass, turning it on the table. “I can only imagine how you were affected by the shooting and the death—”

      She lifted her chin. “I would have helped.”

      “You did help. You sent Logan in with full knowledge of what was happening. Without you, he might have ended up in the same boat as the lieutenant and me.”

      She still didn’t know everything that had happened, how or why. “Handcuffed to a bed?”

      “Or dead.” Reese pushed back from his chair and carried his empty plate to the sink.

      Were all men so comfortable in a kitchen? So tidy?

      Not that she could remember. Her dad was wonderful, but he’d left household chores to her mother.

      The few relationships she’d had never went beyond casual dating, so she had no idea how those men had been in a kitchen.

      As if merely curious, Reese asked, “You would have used that gun yesterday?”

      “If necessary.” That was one thing she’d proven to herself. She could pull the trigger. “I gave my other gun to your friend, since he’d left his with his brother—”

      “Other gun?” He turned to face her again. “You have more?”

      “Another revolver. Logan didn’t tell you it was mine?”

      “He got shot, and he was bleeding all over....” Reese looked at her face and cursed low. “So damn much confusion, and too many people involved.” He cleared his plate and put it in the dishwasher. “The CST has your gun, so I hope you’re right about that permit.”

      “I am.” Curiosity got the better of her. “CST? Is that Crime Scene Tech?”

      “Yes. They’re responsible for taking photos of the scene and collecting evidence.”

      She scowled. “When will I get it back?” The idea of being short a gun didn’t sit right. She’d gotten used to knowing exactly where to find each weapon.

      “If everything checks out, it won’t be long.” He took her plate to the dishwasher, too, then came to stand right in front of her. He touched her chin, lifted her face. “Whenever an officer is involved in a shooting, he gets mandatory paid time off, usually three days.”

      Hope bloomed in her breast. “So you’ll be off for the next three days?”

      “Not if I can help it, but maybe.”

      Oh. Unlike her, he wasn’t rattled by the violence. He was ready to get back to work, and she only worried about being alone with her thoughts.

      And her memories.

      It felt far too uncomfortable to be sitting while he towered over her. She eased out of her chair and stood behind it. “You don’t want the time off?”

      “I want to follow up some leads. One bastard died but not before telling us...”

      When he trailed off, Alice filled in for him. “About his human trafficking venture.” Her hands tightened on the back of the chair. “That’s what you were going to say.”

      He rubbed the back of his neck. “It burned my ass to have divided loyalties yesterday.”

      How she would love to put her hands around his bulging biceps; the skin there looked so smooth and taut. She could maybe trail her fingers over the solid muscles in his shoulders, too, and down through his crisp chest hair....

      “Alice,” he warned.

      “Divided how?”

      He took a step closer but didn’t touch her. “Logan was shot, Rowdy was in a fury and Pepper was all emotional.”

      Sorting out the people involved would take some doing. “You said Pepper and Rowdy are siblings.”

      “The reason Rowdy was so furious. The guy that died? He’d planned to give Pepper to the traffickers.”

      Sickness churned in her stomach, burned in her throat. “That’s why you and Detective Riske were after him?”

      “Not entirely, no. Morton Andrews was guilty of many things, all of them worthy of death.”

      So many awful people in the world. Too many. She swallowed back the distaste of evil. “I’m glad he’s dead.”

      Reese gave her a long look. “Pepper wasn’t emotional over that, though, and it wasn’t just fear for her brother.”

      “No?”

      “Mostly it was Logan getting shot. She went all girly over it, which was a shocker because before that, she’d been stoic to the point of being stony. Especially around me.”

      “She didn’t trust you?”

      “Apparently not. But seeing her at the hospital...I think she softened some once she realized I wasn’t in cahoots with the bad guys.”

      That ludicrous idea struck her funny. “She must not be very perceptive if she ever thought that.”

      “Actually, she’s sharp as a tack, and since I’d been keeping secrets, she had her reasons for doubting me.” He shook his head, averting her many questions. “No, don’t ask. When you share, so will I.”

      Unfair. “I have valid reasons for keeping some things to myself.”

      “Yeah? Me, too.” He went around her toward the living room. “Anyway, while I was at the hospital to check on Logan and keep an eye on Pepper, other detectives followed up our lead.”

      “You wanted to be there when that happened?”

      “Damn straight. But policy is that any cop involved in a shooting has that mandatory time off I mentioned.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. They had it covered, and that meant I could stay at the hospital with Logan.”

      “You’re a good friend.” Cash walked away to lounge in the sunshine pouring through the patio doors.

      “While I was otherwise involved, Lieutenant Peterson finagled a group bust, and last I heard officers were en route to intercept a transfer...of women.”

      Panic closed in on her, trying to suffocate her, compressing her lungs and stinging her eyes.

      That sickness roiled again, but Alice swallowed several times and willed away the awfulness by focusing on Reese, watching him lift his clothes, dig out his keys...

      His keys. New panic exploded. “You’re leaving?”

      He took one look at her and dropped the clothes again. In three long strides he reached her. “I’ll only be gone long enough to shower and get clean clothes.” He held her shoulders, hesitated then drew her in to his chest.

      Warmth and Reese’s unique scent enveloped her. He didn’t wrap those thick arms around her, didn’t crush her close. He merely held her.

      Fascinated, curious in a way she hadn’t experienced in far too long, Alice lifted her hands to his bare chest. That soft cushion of chest hair, a few shades darker than that on his head, teased her palms. She rested her cheek against him and inhaled deeply, wanting to eat him up.

      The top of her head didn’t reach his chin. She felt his heartbeat against her cheek. He smelled of man, sex and excitement, but at the same time, he filled her with peace and contentment, emotions so long absent from her life. “I’m sorry. I keep imposing when I don’t mean to.”

      “I want you to.”

      That made no sense. “You want me to impose?”

      He put one hand to the back of her head, tangled his fingers in her hair.