In the Shadow of Malice Book 3

  A smile touched his lips. “You had your mind on a few other things.”

  Hell, the man could change from being an irritating jerk to a perfect gentleman on a dime. He was actually trying to be nice to her.

  Mac reached for her hand and Lexie stilled as his warmth spread through her. His thumb caressed the tender skin in the center of her palm. He didn’t move an inch, and she could have sworn neither did she, but before she could put any space between them, Mac lowered his head and their lips touched.

  Undefined emotions spiked through her every cell as he brushed his lips over hers. She couldn’t stop herself. She deepened the kiss. Mac touched only the tips of her fingers and her lips, but it was as if their bodies meshed with each other. Need she had not felt in years overwhelmed her. She took what her body demanded until one reasonable thought surfaced.

  This was Mac McNeil she was kissing as the damn FBI swarmed around them. She could easily lose herself in him; the sensations he dredged up were so strong. But Lexie had been down this road before. It wasn’t a place she would ever revisit. There was too much at stake for her to involve herself in another meaningless relationship.

  Lexie turned her head and broke their connection. She inched away, bumping into the door frame. “I can’t… we can’t―”

  He didn’t argue with her and even placed more distance between them, which allowed her to drop into the driver’s seat. She took her time adjusting her seat belt across her chest and placing the key in the ignition. She reached for the door, but Mac shut it gently and then tapped on the driver’s window with his knuckle. After lowering the window, she raised her chin and faced him.

  “This isn’t over, Lexie.”

  His words came out hoarse, sexy as hell, but they hit her like a threat. There wasn’t anything left in her to argue with him. Instead, she took the chicken way out and drove out of the lot. His intoxicating herbal scent clung to her, as did the feel and taste of him. It was going to be a long time before she got that kiss out of her system. It wasn’t until she reached the next block that her response formed in her head.

  Like hell, it isn't.

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