Free She Does Know Jack by Donna Michaels Page A

come
here.”
    Frown creasing
his brow, he jumped to his feet. “What is it? What’s wrong?” His long stride
brought him to her within seconds.
    She pointed to
the closet floor.
    “Damn! That
wasn’t there before.”
    “No. It wasn’t.”
    Moving out of
his way, she watched him drop to his knees and use his pen to pick up the
folded note. His actions appeared real and not that of the culprit. But looks
could be deceiving. She held back a smirk. Yeah, deceiving like her, pretending
to be Little Miss Dance Instructor .
    “Brielle, do you
have any tweezers?” he asked, rising to his feet.
    The sound of her
name on his lips startled her, and sent delicious shivers over her entire body.
 Stupid body. She didn’t have time to lecture her libido on the perils of
responding to Jack-In-The-Closet .
    “I think so,”
she replied and quickly procured a pair from the bathroom. “Here.”
    “Thanks.” He
walked to the dresser, and using the tweezers and his pen, carefully unfolded
the yellow paper.
    GO HOME!
    The two words in
big red letters filled the note.
    “This isn’t
good.” He dropped the pen and tweezers to scrub a hand over his eyes.
    Okay, the guy
appeared genuinely upset. Maybe, hopefully, he didn’t do it. Which was
good, because she did do it with him, and it would really be great if he
wasn’t a freak. God, never again will I ever have a one night stand.
    Turning, he
pinned her with a determined glare. “You’re leaving. Now.”
    “What?” She
blinked. Several times. “No. I’m not going anywhere.”
    Or wasting precious
time thinking about their past encounter. It was high time she put the case
first. Concentrated on the threat and the culprit. Not Jack.
    “Don’t you get
it?” He advanced toward her, backing her into a wall. Again. “Whoever’s been
threatening Matthew obviously wants you off the show.”
    “Too bad.” She
shrugged, not at all worried, and just a bit peeved at herself. “And you should
be happy.”
    His gaze
narrowed into a deep frown. “Happy? Why?”
    “I’m obviously
making someone angry, and you know what happens to people when they get angry,
don’t you?”
    Begrudging
admiration filled his eyes. “They make mistakes.”
    “Exactly.” She
nodded with a smile. “And if we play our cards right, we’ll catch the offender
in no time.
    “We?” He shook
his head and grasped her shoulders. “Oh, hell no. There is no we ,
Ms. Bennett. This isn’t a game.”
    “Yes— we ,”
she corrected, lifting her chin. Heat seared her skin from under his grasp, but
she applauded herself for resisting the urge to press closer. “As I see it, I
have two choices, Mr. Anderson . I can either cower and leave the show,
or stand my ground. I’m much better at standing.”
    His gaze
darkened to a smoky blue before dropping to her mouth. Ah, heaven help her. Not
that again. Her heart did an impromptu fire drill—stopped, dropped, then
rolled.
    All thoughts of
the show, threats and suspects clouded as her body responded to Jack’s
nearness. That pressing-closer urge grew stronger. Much stronger. She only had
to lean forward and they’d be heart-to-heart, body-to-body.
    Good parts to
good parts.
    A second later,
his palms hit the wall on either side of her head. He did the pressing.
His hot, hard, solid body pushed her into the wall and warm breath washed over
her as he let out a curse while lowering his face towards hers…
    “Jack! Jack,
what room are you in?” A deep voice penetrated her fuzzy head.
    With lightening
speed, the sexy former Ranger jumped back and shook his head as if that would
clear it.
    Good luck, buddy , she thought,
drawing in a breath, trying to remove her own cobwebs. Damn, that was close.
Too close. Disappointment, mixed with guilt, calmed her libido. She turned and
headed for the bathroom without glancing at the tempting man just as help arrived.
    The walking
wall was first through the door. And according to Uncle Franco, her escort
from last night was