Only Her (A K2 Team Novel)(7)

At the very moment she heard the auto’s tires bump over the sidewalk, she was tackled from behind by a pair of strong arms, pulled back against a rock-hard body, and rolled across her lawn until finally being pulled behind a magnolia tree.

Acting on instinct, she bit down on the arm holding her. When the man swore and let go, she twisted and brought up her knee, aiming for his junk like she’d been taught in her self-defense class.

“Easy, darlin’,” the man said, catching her leg and holding it with a strength she couldn’t match. “I’m rather fond of that part.”

Heart pounding as if she’d run a marathon, she looked into the caramel-colored eyes of her mystery man. He let her go, and she scooted away. As she became aware of her surroundings, she heard the squeal of tires as the car raced away. The man’s dogs were furiously barking, and she glanced across the street to see them running back and forth along the edge of the sidewalk.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” she yelled.

The blasted man rolled onto his back and laughed. “Now there’s a question.”

“Are you crazy?” Great, her new neighbor was a wacko. He lifted onto an elbow, and she couldn’t help but notice how the muscles in his arm flexed. And then he smiled, showing off a dimple on the right side of his cheek, which made her stomach twitchy. Okay, he was a hot wacko.

“You keep asking me that,” he said. “Same answer as before. Probably.”

Ooh-kay then. The sexy smile faded, and his intense focus on her made her want to squirm. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? Why did you tackle me?”

“Enough,” he said, raising his voice.

Just as Riley decided she really was in the company of an unbalanced man and it was time to make her exit, the dogs quieted. “Oh, you were talking to them.” There went that dimpled smile again.

“I’d never yell at you, darlin’.” He pushed up to a sitting position. “Know who’d like to see you dead?”

Well, hell. Just when she was beginning to think he was sane, he went and ruined her hope. Hope, because her stomach was still doing that fluttery-twitchy thing, and really, she was way overdue for some playtime. She just bet he was a man who could teach her a few new tricks.

She shook her head. “Of course not. Why would you even ask such a question?”

As if used to scoping out his surroundings, he scanned the area around them. “Because whoever was driving that car aimed right at you.”

“Huh?”

He reached over and put his fingers under her chin, closing her mouth. “Someone just tried to kill you, darlin’.”

“Stop calling me that. My name’s Riley. Riley Austin.” Although she actually liked how the endearment sounded when he said it, she would never admit it. She had the feeling he was a man who pushed the boundaries of how far he could go. She swallowed a snort. Admit it, Riley. You’d like him to push your boundaries.

“Riley,” he said, his voice caressing her name. “Nice to meet you. I’m Cody Roberts.”

And of course, he would have a sexy cowboy name. “That car, it was just someone not paying attention, probably texting.”

“Sorry, darlin’ . . . ah, Riley, but no. They were looking right at you and aimed for you. Whoever it was had on a knit hat and dark glasses even though it’s night. Couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. I should have gotten the plate number, but I was too busy saving your pretty ass. It was an older model Chrysler, a Sebring maybe, so we know that much.”

He thought her ass was pretty? Pay attention, Riley. Did someone really try to run her over? She couldn’t think of a soul who had it out for her. “No, no one’s trying to kill me.” On top of her patients dying of poison, that would just be too much. “No,” she said with conviction, “you’re wrong.”

“I don’t think—”

Those eyes. She could drown in them. Before she thought better of it, she leaned forward and, oh God, she was kissing him.





CHAPTER THREE




Cody was not a man easily shocked, but Riley Austin managed to do just that when, without warning, her mouth covered his. It had been months—a lot of months—since he’d touched a woman, and her taste was as sweet as a cool drink of spring water to a man lost for years in a godforsaken desert.

Never mind that he was crazy and she shouldn’t let him anywhere near her, he needed what she was offering too much to be a gentleman. Hell, he’d never been a gentleman. He cradled the back of her neck with one hand and angled his head, deepening the kiss. Her mouth softened and her eyes slid closed.