Free Cheating Justice (The Justice Team) by Misty Evans, Adrienne Giordano

slept with you…and I still don’t know the real you. I bet even Grey doesn’t know the real Mitch Monroe.”
    She had him there. And shit, didn’t that sting. “Tommy and Kemp knew me. The real me. He’s not a great guy, but they didn’t care.”
    She put an arm across his shoulders and leaned in. “Who says he’s not a great guy? Maybe he’s a little screwy and has some baggage, but everyone has baggage. Lucky for you, I’ve seen the ugly side of Mitch Monroe. You don’t have to hide him from me.”
    Yeah, he did. “Think we can start over? You and me?”
    Her gaze didn’t waver. “There’s a lot at stake with this, professionally and personally, and as stupid as I was the first time, I’m not making that mistake again.”
    “You don’t trust me.”
    “Not yet, I don’t. So let’s take it slow.”
    Slow. Right. He forced his eyes away from her lips. Not an easy task when they were right there, ready for the taking. “Okay.” He controlled his breathing, ignored the way his muscles twitched under the feel of her hand on his back. “First, I need to admit I actually can’t go to New Mexico without you. I need you to interview those agents, whoever they are, if we can find any who will talk.”
    She smiled. Confident. “I know.”
    “Second…I really want to kiss you.”
    “Damn you.” She grabbed his shirt, fisted it, and bam . Her lips crushed his.
    The same lust he’d felt at the touch of her hair…all the old memories…flooded back in an instant. Caroline in his arms, her mouth on his, her legs wrapped around his hips.
    That taste…the taste of her had haunted him.
    She parted her lips and their tongues met. She moaned and the raw sound set his blood on fire. Making Caroline lose control had once been his biggest goal in life. Now…
    Whatever it takes. Hadn’t he just promised her he wouldn’t hurt her again?
    He pulled back, hating himself, but knowing it was the right thing to do. “You don’t want this.”
    She blinked, her eyes half-lidded with lust. “Don’t want…?”
    “Me.” He pushed away from the table, paced to the opposite side of the room, his pants too tight from his swollen cock. Have to stay away from her . “I’m a fugitive. I’m wanted for murder. You can’t afford to get involved with me again, Caroline. We can’t take it slow. We can’t take this anywhere except friendship.”
    Her body stiffened. She licked her lips—God, what was wrong with him?—and smoothed her jacket. “You’re right. That would be…”
    “Stupid,” he finished for her. “Unprofessional.”
    “Ha. Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been stupid or unprofessional. Maybe this time it’ll be different and we’ll find a killer.” She stood and shoved in her chair. “I’ll check in with Brice tomorrow and see if he has any names for us of agents that might be willing to talk.”
    “Good idea.” They were back on track. Back on the hunt. “I don’t want to involve Grey if I don’t have to, but it may come to that.”
    Caroline held out a hand, wiggled her fingers. “Ready?”
    His cock jumped. “For what?”
    “Aren’t you going to blindfold me again?”
    “Oh, right.” He shucked his shirt, saw the way her gaze skimmed his chest. God, just don’t let her lick…
    Too late. Her tongue shot out and licked her lips. “You realize,” she said, “with our history of joint stupidity, we’re going to wind up screwing each other blind at some point.”
    He could only hope. He eased behind her and drew his shirt across her eyes. “Let’s go to New Mexico, Caroline.”

Chapter Seven

    Caroline followed Mitch down the steps of the private plane her father had loaned them, tipped her head up to the bright blue sky and breathed in the warmth of a 92 degree October day in New Mexico. According to the weatherman, that temperature was still climbing due to a freak warm front plowing through the Southwest. She slid her blazer off, but left the sleeves of her blouse in