Free Agent to the Rescue (Special Agents At The Alter Book 3) by LISA CHILDS Page B

taken them out in the parking garage—if there hadn’t also been FBI crime techs crawling all over the structure. Looking for evidence...
    Because of the city, it had been easier for him to follow around the SUV. The agent had skills, but he hadn’t lost him. He’d followed him back to River North, but he hadn’t been able to get into the parking garage of that condo complex.
    Of course, if Reyes had taken her to a Bureau safe house, it wouldn’t be easy to get access to her. To them.
    He would have to wait until they left. And the moment they did, he would take them both out. Together.

Chapter Eight
    Despite the blankets covering her, she shivered. She shouldn’t have been cold because, along with the blankets, she wore her clothes, too. So maybe she was cold because she slept alone.
    Not that she was actually sleeping. She hadn’t been able to sleep since he had left her lying alone and aching on the king-size platform bed to which he had carried her. She had wanted him so much; she couldn’t imagine having that desire for anyone else.
    And she’d foolishly thought he had shared her desire, that he had wanted her, too. But he had pulled away from her and then, without a word—without so much as a look—he had walked out of the room an hour ago.
    “Sybil...”
    She shivered again—because the sound of his deep voice had her skin tingling and heating, had her wanting him all over again. Or still...
    “You do want me to call you that, right?”
    Since when did he care what she wanted? To hold back those petty words from slipping out of her mouth, she bit her bottom lip. So she just nodded.
    Sybil was better than Jane or Mercedes. Sybil Schultz was an actual person—someone who had been loved and was still missed. Unlike herself, who, apparently, no one was missing.
    “Are you cold?” Dalton asked. “I can get you more blankets.”
    She didn’t want more blankets; she wanted
him
. “You don’t have to play host to me,” she said. “In fact, you didn’t have to bring me back to your home. You could have just dropped me off at a hotel.”
    “No, I couldn’t.” He stepped closer and blocked out the light spilling into the bedroom from the hall. “There is someone out there determined to get to you. I won’t let that happen.”
    She shivered again—this time with genuine fear. There was someone out there—someone who had nearly killed her. Someone who had tried killing her again by running an ambulance off the road, by risking other lives than just hers. He wanted her dead that badly that he didn’t care about innocent bystanders. He cared only about killing her.
    To save face and relieve some of her humiliation, she could have used that as an excuse for kissing Special Agent Reyes, that she’d only done it to get her mind off her situation—about the danger, about the amnesia.
    But that would have been a lie. She had kissed Dalton for one reason only—because she’d wanted to. Because she wanted him.
    The mattress dipped as he sat down beside her. “That’s why I stopped,” he murmured, as if he, too, was embarrassed. “It’s why I
had
to stop.”
    With relief, she turned toward him. “You didn’t want to stop?”
    “God, no,” he admitted. “It took all my willpower. But I shouldn’t have kissed you. I shouldn’t have carried you in here.”
    Her heart pounded faster with the remembered excitement of being carried in his strong arms—of his kisses. “Why not?”
    “Because I can’t get distracted,” he said. “I have to stay alert. I have to make sure you stay safe.”
    “So you didn’t stop because of this?” She held up her hand. And despite the dim light, the diamond glittered.
    He groaned. “No. For one reason or another, your fiancé isn’t here.” The suspicion was back in his voice. He had pointed out the possibility that her fiancé could be dead, but it didn’t sound as if he believed it. “So the only one I’m concerned about is you—about keeping you