Her body quivered with emotion.
She’d felt safe and warm, like nothing could ever hurt her again. She ached to feel that way again, to have his arms around her, his hungry mouth on hers, his hand on her breast. Feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, Brittany covered them with her hands and swallowed a cry of dismay. Even so, the image wouldn’t go away, nor did she really want it to.
That was what frightened her the most. Those seething emotions he’d stirred in her left a hard, aching knot in the pit of her stomach.
What was he thinking? Her face flamed brighter. She couldn’t imagine. He’d had every opportunity to take advantage of her, to make her a victim again, but he hadn’t, thank God. As horrifying as the thought was, she didn’t know if she would have stopped him if he’d tried to make love to her.
While that admission almost brought Brittany to her knees in remorse, she couldn’t change how she felt. But she vowed he would never know. Once he took her home, this chapter in her life would end. She found strength and comfort in that fact. No matter that she would never forget him, never forget he’d saved her life.
Yet she dreaded seeing him again, didn’t want to feel that sudden rush of sexual awareness when he came near her. But since she had no choice in the matter, she brushed that thought aside and slipped into her clothes, clothes that would be discarded the minute she got home.
Home.
That sounded like heaven. While it didn’t have much in the way of amenities, it was hers. And she couldn’t wait to get back there. Then and only then would she begin to heal and pick up the pieces of her shattered life.
In the meantime, there was Collier to face. In the daylight.
He was out of here. They were out of here, he corrected mentally.
First thing that morning, he had put on his boots and trudged down to the bridge. Apparently it had stopped raining shortly after he’d left Brittany’s room, which had given the water plenty of time to subside.
Now all he had to do was tell Brittany the good news and they would be off. Amazingly, the words stuck in his throat, while a shock of guilt ran through him. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the coffee he’d just drunk sour in his stomach.
He’d kissed her, for god’s sake.
No, it had been much more than that. It had been another assault, only this time motivated by a desire to arouse pleasure, not pain. Still, there was no excuse for his loss of control. After what she’d been through, how could he have done such a thing? Had he no shame?
But there was something about her that had tapped into his sexual reservoir, creating a raw hunger inside him that nothing would appease except her. And even though he’d indulged himself and given in to that hunger, it hadn’t fixed his problem. Instead it had made it worse. If he had his way, he would kiss her again and again. In fact, he wished he never had to stop kissing her.
It had been lust at first sight.
He ignored the blood pounding through his body, settling into his loins, and concentrated on tying a knot in his runaway thoughts. But recognizing his lust for what it was didn’t seem to slow his hammering pulse or keep his mind off her.
The phone rang, and for a moment he was tempted not to answer it. But maybe a dose of reality was what he needed to get him back on track. He reached for the receiver.
“What it is?” he demanded.
His top-notch investigator, Kyle Warren, chuckled. “I see you’re still your same sweet self.” Then his tone sobered. “Get any work done?”
“Tons,” Collier lied.
“I was hoping you’d say that. So when are you heading back?”
“ASAP, now that the bridge is passable.”
“I was afraid you were marooned, which wasn’t a bad thing, not with as much work as you had to do.”
“Anything pressing I need to know about?” Collier asked, changing the subject. He was tempted to ask about his brother, but he knew there wouldn’t be any change there, much to his regret.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m calling. Otherwise, I swore I wouldn’t bother you.”
“Let’s hear it.” Collier heard the tired note that had crept into his voice. He was back on track, all right, the fast one.
“You need to stop by Ashton on the way in.”
Ashton was the prison in the next county. Collier frowned, his thoughts jumping back to Brittany. He could hardly stop by the prison with her in the car. “Whatever it is, can’t it wait?”
“I don’t think so. It’s Jim Sauterwhite. He tried to kill himself last night.”
“Shit,” Collier muttered. Jim was one of his old school buddies. He had been convicted on attempted murder charges, with his wife the target. Though he maintained his innocence, he had been convicted nonetheless and was serving a twenty-year sentence. Collier made it a point to visit him from time to time.
“What the hell happened?”
“I don’t know,” Kyle admitted. “The details are sketchy. I just thought, since the prison’s on your way in, it would save you a trip.”
“Look, I’ll see him, but not today.”
There was a short silence, then Kyle said in a puzzled tone, “Suit yourself.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, later.”
Collier hung up and headed for Brittany’s bedroom door. His gut instinct told him that she would be ready and waiting. He paused, his hand on the knob, sweat lining his upper lip.
Apologize. That was the first order of the day. But he knew he couldn’t bring himself to do that, because he wasn’t sorry. Not for the right reasons, anyway. His chest felt like it was caving in. He paused, took a deep breath, then let loose a few expletives under his breath.
He opened the door, nipping his circling, self-hating thoughts in the bud.
Seven
“So what’s the verdict?” Kyle asked.
Collier faced the door and watched as the investigator strode in, a stack of papers in hand. “Man, you and Dad. Give you a whip and your torture chamber would be complete.”
Kyle was of medium height and weight, with medium brown hair and eyes. Everything about him was medium, except his intelligence. There was nothing medium about that. He was one of the sharpest men Collier had ever worked with. He shuddered to see the day Kyle took a notion to leave.
Since he wasn’t married and had no ties that bind, he had a reputation for getting bored and moving on to greener pastures. Because of that, Collier worked hard to make sure he was one happy—and busy—employee.
He gave Collier a pointed look. “Learned it from the chamber master.”
Collier snorted, then rose behind his desk. “Somehow I don’t think that’s a compliment.”
“Sure it is,” Kyle muttered offhandedly, then grinned.
“Sit your ass down.”
Kyle chuckled. “I need something to get me going. You got any coffee? I didn’t even take time to stop by the kitchen.”
“I’ve been here since dawn-thirty. I’m working on my second pot, so help yourself.”
“Man, you must be wired and ready to go.”
“I’m wired, all right, but not ready to go. Not with that harassment case, if that’s what you mean.”
Kyle