tonight.â
âSays who?â
âSays me. First, youâll have to walk back and itâs crazy on the river tonight. You wouldnât be safe.â
âYou can drive me back to my car.â
âI thought about that, but that would mean weâd have to getdressed, and I prefer you without clothes.â He slid his hands down her bare back and gave her bottom a squeeze. âAnd even if I did take you back, that means youâd have to drive home with all the drunks. Iâm not willing to let you do that.â
âThen youâre going to hold me here against my will?â
âIâm going to hold you against me all night.â
Alishaâs heart took a little tumble over the sincerity in his voice, the sudden softness in his expression. He brought her mouth back to his and kissed her again. A surprisingly tender kiss, gentle and thorough and thought-robbing. She now faced two optionsâforcing the issue and demanding he let her drive home or staying with him until morning.
But he was rightâdriving could be costly in terms of her safety. And being in his bed could prove costly in terms of her emotional distance. Yet when he nudged her aside and stood, staring down on her with his gorgeous body in full view and his hand extended for her to take, she didnât hesitate.
Daniel Fortune might be dangerous, but he was the kind of danger she could definitely enjoy on a daily basis.
Three
D aniel awoke the next morning to find the space beside him unoccupied. He sat up and rubbed a hand down his chest, hoping the hot redhead hadnât fled without at least telling him goodbye. He also had another pressing issueâthe tent heâd pitched beneath the sheet. Making love in the morning was among his favorite pastimes, and frankly having more of Alisha Hart this morning sounded like an excellent idea.
He crawled out of bed and discovered he was stiff in a few places he hadnât expected. Sex on a couch had a disadvantage in terms of comfort, but he wouldnât change a thing. The only thing heâd change is the fact theyâd both fallen asleep before theyâd utilized his bed. Heâd just have to mark that down on his to-do list, provided Alisha agreed. He intended to ask as soon as he found her.
Without bothering to dress he began his search in the bathroom, but he didnât discover her there. No one in the guest room either. He walked into the living room and found it deserted. Next stop, the kitchen, where he came upon a pot of coffee brewing but not the missing defense attorney. He did find a note taped to the refrigerator. After pouring himself a cup of the brew, he pulled the paper down and read the scribbled words.
I had a great time last night, Counselor. Hereâs my number. Just keep it off the bathroom wall.
His laugh was part amusement, part disappointment. Heâd planned to spend the day with her since neither would be required to work, even though he had plenty of work to do. But the day wasnât close to being over, and hopefully a phone call would remedy her absence.
Alisha Hart was one hell of a woman, and he didnât intend to let her get away that easily. At least, not until he argued his case.
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When Alisha answered the phone, she expected to hear her mom or dad wishing her a happy new year. Instead âWhy did you run off without waking me up?â came through the line in a deep, provocative tone.
Daniel Fortune was more intoxicating than ingesting a barrel of moonshine. Just the sound of his voice nearly caused her to drop the receiver. âI tried to wake you, but you were snoring away.â
âDid I keep you up with my snoring?â
âNot really.â She hadnât minded it at all. But she hadnât slept all that well either, mainly because sheâd been in a strange bed with a man who by all rights was practically a stranger. However, she had gotten to know him much better last