Free Saved by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche

told you not to worry about downloading the program onto his phone.” His voice had regained the sexy, late-night radio deejay quality that made my girly bits gush. “But yes,” he said. “Quite helpful.”
    That perked me up. “Good information?”
    “Yup.” He got onto the highway, and I relaxed fully. I knew that Henry was surely still in line for the taxis, but it wasn’t easy to shed the mantle of paranoia, especially with Corbin’s disguise discarded.
    “Are you going to tell me?” I prodded.
    He shot me a regretful look. “I can’t.”
    “Understood.” No point in pushing him. If he didn’t want to talk, I’d never pry a word out of him. “When I was in Florida I kept thinking how much more fun it would have been with you there.”
    He glanced over at me and smiled. “Yeah? We’ll have to go on vacation when this blows over.” Bluish light played over his face in a rhythmic loop as we rolled along the highway.  
    Mmm. “Is that a promise?”
    “You have my word,” he said solemnly, and delicious shivers ran down my spine. I was slowly becoming addicted to everything about Corbin Lagos.  
    I was so busy studying him, thinking about the parts of his body that I couldn’t see, that I didn’t pay attention to the route until I saw a sign for the highway interchange. “Missed the turn.”
    “I didn’t miss it.”
    “Where are we going?”
    Corbin cleared his throat. “It’s not safe for you to be home.”  
    “That really doesn’t answer my question.”  
    “I’m taking you somewhere safe.”
    Frustrating! “Why isn’t it safe?”
    He frowned and shook his head. “Should all be over in a couple of days.”
    “A couple of days!”
    “A week, tops.”
    “Corbin—”  
    “The data we were able to pull from Heigh’s phone revealed two things. First, this is larger than we realized. It’s not just a few low-level FBI agents who talk too much in exchange for favors. There’s an organized network taking bribes for information they shouldn’t even have access to. It needs to be cleaned up.”
    “That’s your job?”
    “No. But FBI problems are my problems if I don’t know who I can trust. My organization is working blind. It’s like sticking your hand into a bag of snakes and not knowing if you’re about to grab a rattler or a king snake.” He paused. “Second, one of Henry Heigh’s associates suggested, very logically, that Heigh has a leak of his own. Heigh pooh-poohed the idea, but he’s not stupid, and he was suspicious by the end of the conversation. You’re the only outsider who knew he’d be in Florida and why. He’s putting things together.”
    “Like what? He complained that going after you was hard because he would always get conflicting information.”
    “Maybe. But this time there was no conflicting information.”
    “I’m not quite following.”
    “What’s important to focus on is that Heigh will suspect you if he doesn’t already.”
    I exhaled, frustrated. “There’s no proof, no reason to suspect me. Why would I be trying to help you?”
    “He may think you’re trying to scoop him.”
    “What a jerk.” I pursed my lips. “Because I’m so incompetent—”  
    “I didn’t show up in Florida. I wanted to, but it was out of my hands.”
    “Whoa. What do you mean you ‘wanted to’?”  
    “Exactly what I said. I wanted to show up, put Heigh on a false track so that I could take care of my business there. Because I didn’t, the next few months are going to be… tiresome.” His mouth snapped shut. “Henry owes money to people. One of his contacts was guaranteed a cut of my bounty. Now they’re fighting. Henry’s claiming that he got bad intel, and he’s also looking for someone else to blame. If I had been there, that wouldn’t be happening.”
    “He wants to blame… me?”
    “He’s suspicious, but I think you figured that out. So I’m taking you to the safest place I know. We’ll make sure that Henry removes you from his