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She got behind the wheel He got behind the car Dawn flashed a quick look into the mirror Sas beaded on the ot into position “Ready?” she called

“Ready Just steer for the corner”

The car rolled to the end of the street Dawn turned the wheel and the car curved to the right and snugged against the curb, safe for a little while, at least She gave a sigh of relief, opened her door and aler

“Whoops,” he said with a little smile He put his hand on her arm to steady her and she forced herself not to jerk away She kneasn’t trying to hurt her He wasn’t even angry any with her Four years in the real world had taught her to recognize the signs The easy s look The little touches—touches that always set her skin crawling, the way it was doing now, even though she never let on She was an expert at getting out of the gae She smiled—another false lift of the lips—and stepped around him

“Well,” she said briskly, “thank you for your help”

“You’re very welcome”

“And really, I’m sorry you had such a scare”

“Uh-huh” He grinned “Me, too Can I give you a lift?”

“A lift?”

“Yeah To wherever it is you’re going” He glanced up at the blue-white sky “Unless you’d rather broil while you wait for a cab”

“Oh,” she said, as if the possibility of going with hin

Did such a simple offer require such careful consideration? Gray watched the woman’s face, what he could see of it Not lasses, but as visible—a pert nose, high cheekbones and a silky-looking mouth—was very nice

So was the rest of her Her hair was a soft-looking reddish-blond, swept into some kind of fancy knot at the nape of her neck, and he wondered how she’d look if she let it down He tried not to be obvious as he scoped her out but it was ih, rounded thrust of her breasts under a crea beneath the hem of her skirt

He felt a pleasant tingle in his groin Maybe he’d stay the full five days in Vegas Check into the Desert Song, find Dawn Carter, talk to her and get all of that out of the way, then relax a little God knew he could use a break There was nothing to rush back to He hadn’t begun another case yet and his social life was at loose ends, now that the wo for the past few months—a reporter with the Times—had been transferred to London

“I’ll ether