Just A Little Bit Dangerous. Linda Castillo

going to check on the stock,” he growled. “You’ve got five minutes.” He looked at his watch. “Make it quick,” he said, and walked out, slamming the door in his wake.

      Abby stripped in two seconds flat, draping the jumpsuit over the table. She dipped the rag into the water and brought it to her face. The warmth felt wonderful against her skin after being out in the cold all day. She soaped up the rag and scrubbed her face and hands. She closed her eyes and the water sluiced over her, rejuvenating her, making her feel clean and warm and almost human again. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed—she didn’t have a watch—but after a short while, she used the threadbare towel Jake had given her and quickly dried herself. She hated to put the prison-issue jumpsuit back on, but knew she didn’t have a choice. She’d stepped into the jumpsuit and had it pulled up to her waist when the door swung open.

      The sight of her bare back stopped Jake cold, like a ship that had run headlong into an iceberg. He felt the impact echo through his body, a paralyzing shock that went from his head all the way down to his very cold toes.

      Only he definitely wasn’t cold anymore.

      The woman had one hell of a nice back.

      Water glistened on silky flesh that was golden in the flickering light of the fire. Her shoulders were slender and fragile. Her narrow rib cage tapered to a waist so small he could almost span it with his hands….

      He felt as if he’d been hit right between the eyes with a two-by-four. For a full thirty seconds he stood perfectly still, knocked senseless, knowing he should be doing anything but admiring that pretty back. But for the life of him he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away.