It was the truth. Seeing him get shot replayed over in her mind repeatedly.
“I don’t like that someone was shooting at you.” He reached up and cupped her cheek.
She leaned into it, loving the feel of his warmth.
“You were there to protect me,” she whispered. She slid her hands up his chest so they made their way to his neck.
Myles pulled her flush against him and lowered his head. He pressed his lips to hers. She sighed and parted her lips for him.
Myles tensed.
It was then she heard it.
His cell phone was ringing.
“Sorry. I have to get that.” He let loose a deep breath and scooped up his phone. “Yeah?” he answered.
Roxxy stepped back from him to give him some privacy. She cleared the desk of the bloodied cloths and tossed them in the trash.
“Mac, I’m fine. Just a graze.” He paused, apparently listening to whatever Sergeant MacArthur was saying—better yet, yelling.
Roxxy heard the deep rumble of Mac’s voice clear across the small room.
How the hell did Mac know Myles was shot?
She walked toward the chair in front of the desk. Her feet were aching in her heels. Ending the day with a shoot-out in a fancy dress and high heels wasn’t how she’d planned their evening.
The perfect ending to their night would have been her and Myles going back to the hotel to make love in the jacuzzi.
“Hold for now.” Myles snagged her arm and brought her up against him.
She resisted at first.
He frowned and wrapped his forearm around her waist. “Do me a favor. Look into a Korey Norman.”
Roxxy spun in his arms with a gasp. “I told you Korey wouldn’t do something like this.” She slapped a hand on his chest.
“Just do it, please?” Myles disconnected the call and slid the phone in his pocket. He pulled her to him and wrapped her up in his strong embrace. “I’m covering all bases. Mac will look into him. If he comes back clean, then he’s off the suspect list.”
“I know Korey. A killer is something he’s not. He’s an ass, but not a killer.”
Myles studied her. Finally, he jerked his head into a nod. “Fine. But my gut is still telling me that they are coming for us.”
“I was careful. No one followed us,” she said.
“You did a good job making sure of that, but whoever that was, they waited for us. I don’t want to let my guard down.”
Roxxy rested her hands on his chest. “What do you need?”
“Guns. We need guns, something to protect us.”
Roxxy grinned wide. “Well, Officer Burton.” She turned on her southern charm. “You just so happen to be in the right place, suga.”
Chapter 20
“But before we do anything, I need to change my clothes,” Roxxy declared, backing away from him.
He instantly missed having her curvy frame pressed against him.
But she was right.
She was still in her sexy black dress. There were some smudges on it from her sidewalk dash.
Myles wrestled with his shirt and put it back on, leaving it unbuttoned. His arm stung like hell, but there was no way he was going to let Roxxy know he was in pain.
“Let’s be quick.” He walked out of the office behind her and through the barn.
They jogged up the back stairs to the house. Roxxy opened the door and entered the home. Myles followed behind her, finding them in a kitchen that looked as if it belonged in a five-star restaurant.
“I’m sure my father is still up.” Roxxy kicked her shoes off and snagged them from the floor. She waved him behind her and disappeared down a hall.
They journeyed to the family room. Her father was sitting in an oversized plush recliner watching television. Earl’s gaze swiveled to them as they entered.
“Wasn’t expecting you two back so soon,” Earl’s deep voice broke the silence. He lifted a long-neck bottle to his lips and took a sip.
“Daddy, we have a problem,” Roxxy announced.
Earl’s hand paused, the mouth of the beer bottle resting on his lips before he pulled it away slowly.
