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Damn, he looked so forlorn framed by theand the snowy scene beyond it She couldn't leave hiut level that Rebecca's Bounty was out there, she knew Sam needed her That made what she had to do even worse But until they recovered the treasure, ht now She could pretend it was just the two of them with no ulterior motives

Responding to his unspoken call, she inserted herself between the cold glass and his warainst her palms as she put her hands on his cheeks and turned his head to face her

“We're as You ht hide him here, but I know better You were born for adventure”

Her lips brushed against his, soft and hesitant in spite of her bold declaration She sucked on his botto him not to respond Her nipples hardened even with layers of sweaters and leather between theh her and she wrapped her ar him closer

Sa down her back to cup her ass and bring her into contact with the hard bulge in his slacks His lips traced a path along her jawline, ending at her ear, where he kissed the sensitive spot behind her earlobe

Josie couldn't stop the shiver of pleasure that danced up her spine and she arched her neck to give him better access to the sensitive spots above her collar When he nipped at the skin, she nearly rew heavy and full, testing the strength of her bra's underwire God, if she didn't pull back now she'd be on her hands and knees before she knew it, and she couldn't do that One and done, that was her MO More than that entailed ties she couldn't have to Sam

So why had she kissed him in the first place?

She ignored the question and instead pushed away froether

She rested her forehead against his cheek as his chest rose and fell at the sa to do with anything else It won't happen again”

She felt h, the shake of his shoulders underneath her fingertips

Knowing she had to go now, she stepped back fro at the doorway “Call o find the treasure”

Chapter Eight

Sae of the Robidoux’s Roadhouse dance floor, ai for the bar and the cold bottle of beer in front of the eer brother, Chris

A ed coho hadn't seen his belt buckle in at least a decade thu an upbeat ditty about his ex-ho had done hie, their boots shuffling against the wooden dance floor,in time to the beat

He passed through a trio of men mesmerized by the action on the dance floor, turned left at the door irls Only and slid onto the barstool Chris had saved for him