Free TheFugitivesSexyBrother by Annabeth Leong Page A

refused any more
kissing. Seducing her so he could stay was apparently just as bad in her eyes
as seducing her so she’d let him free. Too bad she couldn’t accept that he
wanted her for the entirely uncomplicated reason any man would.
    Of course, there were a boatload of complicated reasons why
he shouldn’t want her, and equally many reasons he should be thinking
about Fernando and what to do going forward instead of about the tantalizing
expanses of skin being shown by the woman before him. But Javier had never
liked thinking about the unpleasant details of his personal life. He much
preferred solving puzzles. Without access to electronic problems to solve,
Emily’s body presented the most fascinating and distracting enigma available.
    Emily cursed again, louder this time, and curiosity overcame
Javier. He hauled himself into a sitting position, the couch creaking so much
he feared it would crack beneath him. “What are you doing?”
    “Nothing.” She growled the word.
    Javier had to laugh. “What would you be doing if that
computer weren’t driving you crazy?”
    “Looking my quarry up on the Internet.” She turned toward
him and shrugged and Javier had to master the appreciative gasp that threatened
to rise from his throat at the sight of her. The bulk of her silver boxing
shorts emphasized the slender power of her waist and legs. Without a bra under
her thin white tank top, nothing prevented the dark pink of her large nipples
from showing through.
    With an effort, he parsed the meaning of her sentence.
“Quarry? You mean my brother?”
    She sighed. “No. This is a different job. Much as I’d like
to concentrate on finding your brother, I can’t afford the risk.”
    “Of concentrating on him?”
    Emily gave Javier a wry smile. “I need to do jobs I know I’m getting paid for. Much as it would be nice to get fifty grand for finding
your brother, I have to buy groceries in the meantime.” She turned back to the
computer, stunning Javier again with a view of the compact curve of her ass.
“You would think a woman with a criminal justice certification would be able to
manage an Internet search, but apparently—”
    “Mind if I take a look?” Javier struggled out of the evil
grip of the couch. His joints felt better as soon as he stood up.
    “You think I’m letting you near the Internet? Won’t you just
send a message to your brother?”
    “You can stand there and watch the whole time. Tackle me if
I open webmail. You’ve proven yourself more than capable.”
    Emily laughed. “All right, fair enough. I’d beat this thing
into submission, but apparently computers can’t feel pain…”
    “Yeah, if you’re at that point, you should let me handle
this.”
    Javier crossed the room to her and turned so she could
release his restraints. She made a frustrated sound but set about letting him
loose. Up close, he smelled the most alluring scent possible on her skin—his
own. The traces she bore of his cologne reminded him how recently she had been
in his arms. Combined with her fingers brushing over his, Javier had to
suppress another overwhelming surge of attraction.
    A few clicks of the mouse told Javier all he needed to know.
“Your operating system’s too far out of date to run the latest version of this
browser, which for some reason is the one installed. You could update your
operating system or revert to an older version of the browser. You’re having
trouble because the browser wants to go on the Internet to fix the problem,
which requires a working browser.”
    “Oh my God, I need coffee before I try to make sense of
that.”
    “If you want to do the reversion, I can handle that in a few
minutes while you go make yourself some coffee.”
    “Nice try, buddy.”
    Javier had already begun opening windows and scanning
through files. “Maybe we should talk about these trust issues you have, Emily.”
    “ Trust issues ? Why should I trust you? Why would you
want to help me?”
    Which reason