The Last Detail by Melissa Schroeder Read Free Book Online

Dawson.”
    With that, she slipped into the room and then closed the door. As it slid shut, he stared at it. She seemed okay, but he had no idea what kind of drugs they’d put in the bullets. When he heard water running, he turned and went in search of the computer. He had some digging to do.
     
    Lou let the hot water slide over her skin and sighed. Her head was still fuzzy and she could barely think straight. But at least now she didn’t feel like she was losing control of her senses. Well, maybe not. As she leaned her head back to wet her hair, she thought of the way she had blushed when Sam had made the joke. Dammit, this was a job, or it sort of was a job. Shit, she had no idea.
    She poured the shampoo into her hand and scrubbed at her hair. She didn’t even know if she would get her credits now. This smelled of a setup and a bad one at that.
    She knew she should think about it, but Dawson didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would do the things he was accused of. He wasn’t truly pissed about her arresting him, although he was pretty pissed about her doing it the way she had. No, he seemed genuinely irritated that his honor had been questioned.
    She rinsed the cleaning agent from her head and started to think over what they knew. Those officers were not LEOs, there was no doubt in her mind. They were sent there to get Dawson, possibly kill him—not to mention her. When she got a hold of Flores she was going to kill him. Of course, there was a good chance he was on his way to the planet. He would sense something was wrong when she didn’t check in.
    And she was in trouble. Oh, she could get herself out of the trouble that was following Dawson, but she wasn’t sure she could untangle her feelings for Dawson himself.
    Running away from Earth at such a young age she hadn’t had much choice other than to sell her body. And it hadn’t been that bad. Not until that last one.
    Even now the pain of the knife slicing through her skin and the way her warm blood felt against her flesh caused her to close her eyes. She held her hand over the scar between her breasts and closed her eyes.
    “You didn’t get lost in there, did you?”
    She started at the sound of Dawson’s voice. What the holy Hades was wrong with her? She didn’t even hear him sneak into the room.
    “I’m fine.”
    He didn’t leave. She could see him through the beveled glass.
    “I couldn’t figure out how to get in your boss’s computer system. Lots of security even I couldn’t beat.”
    “He should be here soon.”
    “Well, that makes me feel so much better.” It was easy to hear the sarcasm in his voice and she couldn’t fight the smile.
    “Was there something else you needed?”
    There was a long beat of silence.
    “I did have one question.”
    He didn’t continue. The silence stretched and the only sound in the room was the water.
    She cleared her throat. “What?”
    “Was all that in the hotel room role playing?”
    She couldn’t think, couldn’t form the words. His question catapulted her back to the room, the way her body felt to be near his, the crazy burning need she’d had for him exploded again.
    “Lou?” he asked, his voice deepening.
    “It isn’t smart going down that road, Dawson.”
    “I didn’t ask if it was smart.”
    She sighed, her body yearning, her mind telling her it was stupid. She squeezed her thighs together trying to ease the pressure.
    “But—”
    “No. Tell me.” The demand was said in such a guttural voice that she was surprised. He sounded as if her answer was more important to him than his next breath.
    “No. I wasn’t role playing.”
    The door slid open and she held the cleaning cloth up between her breasts to hide the worst of her scars.
    He was dressed, which made sense, but as her gaze slid down his body, she saw that there was no hiding his arousal.
    “It’s really fucking stupid, I know that, but for the first time in a long time, I’ve got this need for a woman.”
    She rolled her