Look.” He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze – which just made her want to stretch up and kiss him.

It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.” “Right after I get my head examined.

Her biggest fear was that Flynn would walk away before she could even start to worry about him not coming home.

How good would Flynn be in bed – a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She’d seen and handled enough of his body to create a solid mental picture of him naked. Very solid. Honed, strong, with a dusting of blond hair on his tanned chest and maybe a few tattoos. Long muscular legs, a sculpted butt, a narrow waist sliding into a broad back that would undulate under her fingers as he moved against her.

He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

Can you hyperventilate a little quieter?” he whispered.