once he or she was born? Or was she determined to forget everything about Andy?
That was obviously her way of dealing with her grief. And Andy’s dad chose to wallow in alcohol. Since his ex hadn’t taken everything, as he’d claimed, he must have either broken it or sold it. What had he done with her letters?
“Thank you, Mrs. Doremire...” But she spoke only to a dial tone. The older woman had already hung up. “But I really do need those letters...”
“We just need to know who has them,” a deep voice remarked.
She turned to find Blaine standing in her bedroom doorway. She hadn’t even heard him open the door. How long had he been there?
“She says her ex-husband,” Maggie replied with a sigh. “I don’t want to go back there, but I really want those letters.”
“I’ll send an agent with a warrant for Andy’s personal effects,” he said. “We’ll get them.”
Her face heated with embarrassment. “I wish nobody had to see those letters.”
“Nobody cares about the personal parts,” Blaine said. “Just the parts that relate to the bank procedures.”
“That’s what I worry about someone reading,” she admitted. “I was such a fool to share those details with anyone. I’ll probably get fired when it gets out that it’s all my fault.”
“We don’t know that it is,” Blaine said. “Maybe nobody read those letters. And as you’ve pointed out, other banks were robbed.”
“Other banks that probably follow the same procedures we do,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll get fired and be unable to get a job anywhere else.” And then how would she support herself and her baby?
“Don’t panic,” Blaine said. “We’ll figure this out.”
No, he would. And once he figured it out, he would be gone.
“Where have you been?” she asked. Then her face grew hotter as she realized she sounded like his wife or girlfriend, like someone who actually had a right to ask him where he’d been.
“Bureau chief wanted an update on my progress,” he replied easily, as if he felt she had a right to ask.
“You were gone a long time,” she said. “You must’ve had a lot to tell him.” He had probably told the chief about her letters and Andy’s brother and dad.
“He had a lot to say, too,” Blaine said with a sigh. “He thinks that I’m losing my objectivity where you’re concerned.”
“Because he thinks you should still consider me a suspect?” Maybe Blaine did; he had never really said that he no longer had any suspicions about her.
“Chief Lynch thinks that I shouldn’t be the one protecting you,” he said.
That explained the other agents who’d guarded her last night and today. But the thought of losing Blaine’s protection panicked her. She wasn’t just frightened for the baby’s safety or hers; she was panicked at the thought of no longer seeing Blaine. “I don’t understand. You’ve saved me. You’ve kept me safe.”
“He’s right,” Blaine said. “I should not be protecting you. I have lost my focus.”
“So you’re going to send me away—to one of those safe houses again?” She was losing him already. She had been right to not fall for him. But despite her best intentions, she was afraid that it was already too late.
“Not yet,” he said. And he stepped inside the room and closed the door behind himself. “Not tonight...”
“Blaine...?”
“This is why I shouldn’t be the man protecting you,” he said, “because I want you. Because I’m attracted to you, and when I’m around you, I can barely think, let alone keep you safe.”
She must have fallen asleep; she must have been dreaming—because he couldn’t be saying what she was hearing. Testing her reality, she reached out and touched his face. His skin was stubbly and sexy beneath her palm, making her fingers tingle.
“You’re attracted to me?”
“I showed you last night,” he reminded her, “with that kiss.”
“I thought that was pity.”
He laughed. “That wasn’t pity.”
“Then why did you stop?” She’d lain awake all night—wanting him. Needing him...
“I thought I was taking advantage of you,” he said, “of your vulnerability.”
She shook her head. “You weren’t...”
“I want to,” he said. “I want you...”
She wanted him, too, so she tugged him down onto the bed with her. And she kissed him with all the desire he had awakened in her the night before—all the desire she had never felt before. It coursed through her again as their lips met.
He kissed her back. And it was definitely not with pity but with desire. He touched her, too, his hands moving gently over her body.
Her pulse pounded madly. She wanted him to rip off her clothes, but he removed them carefully, slowly, as if giving her time to change her mind.
She had never wanted anything—anyone—more. She didn’t take off his clothes slowly; she nearly tore buttons and snaps in her haste to get him naked. When all his golden skin was bare, she gasped in wonder at his masculine beauty. His body was so sleek but yet so muscular, too.
He made love to her reverently, moving his lips all over her body. He kissed her mouth, her cheek, her neck before moving lower. He nibbled on her breasts, tugging gently on her nipples.
She moaned in ecstasy, her body already pulsing with passion. She pushed him back on the bed and he pulled her on top of him, gently guiding his erection inside her.
“This is all right?” he asked, his hands holding her hips—holding her up before she took him all the way inside her. “For the baby?”
She bit her lip and nodded. Even though she had told her doctor it wouldn’t be an issue, the female obstetrician had assured Maggie that sex wouldn’t jeopardize her pregnancy at all. “It’s fine.”
He pulled her down until he filled her. And she moaned again.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Not yet,” she said, as she began to move again—rocking back and forth—trying to relieve the inexplicable pressure building inside her. “But I will be...”
He helped, guiding her up and down—teasing her breasts with his lips and gently with his teeth—until ecstasy shattered her and she screamed his name. Then he thrust and called out as he joined her in ecstasy.
She collapsed on top of him, their bodies still joined. He clasped her to him, holding her tightly in his arms.
