Completely Smitten. Susan Mallery

woman, she obviously didn’t know how to conceal what she was thinking. He could see every thought flashing through her big eyes. Hope, fear, excitement. He made her nervous, but he could see she still wanted him to say yes. For reasons that weren’t clear to him, she wanted to spend time in his company.

      Why? Did she see him as some knight who had come to her rescue?

      “I’m not one of the good guys,” he told her, angry at her for thinking the best of him and angry at himself for caring.

      She frowned. “Of course you are. You’re a U.S. Marshal. And last night—”

      “Just forget about that. It doesn’t count.”

      “It does to me.”

      Trouble, he thought again. She was trouble, he was in trouble and damn if it wasn’t going to get worse.

      He shouldn’t say yes, but he couldn’t say no. Somehow he’d been trapped.

      Last night, she’d wanted him to kiss her. If she hadn’t been drunk, he would have obliged. Then what would have happened? Stupid question. He already knew the answer.

      If he wasn’t strong enough to turn down her offer to drive him home, how was he going to resist anything else she might choose to throw his way?

      “Be careful what you wish for,” he told her. “You just might get it. And then where will you be?”

      Haley blinked at him. “Was that a yes?”

      He was slime. Actually, he was the single-celled creatures that aspired to be slime. He was going to hell for sure.

      “Yes.”