Free She Does Know Jack by Donna Michaels Page B

also a former Ranger. She’d hazard a guess Jack’s whole
team consisted of former Rangers.
    Needing a moment
to recover before facing said team and her uncle’s men—who had orders to
pretend she was a stranger—Brielle closed the door and splashed water on her
heated cheeks. Cold water. Very cold water.
    “You’re an
idiot,” she mumbled into the towel. But it wasn’t her fault. That man was hot
enough to melt steel.
     
    W hat kind of brother am I?
    Jack stepped
aside to allow his men and Franco’s to process the room. A bad brother ,
he told himself as he strode to the window, jaw cracking from clenching so
tight. White caps curling on the Pacific Ocean, gleaming in the distance, bore
a good resemblance to his turbulent thoughts.
    Brielle Bennett
was a contestant. For his brother . Not a plaything for…
    He sucked in a
breath and released it in a long, drawn-out gush. And she was suspect. A
suspect! Christ, what the hell was wrong with him? He jammed his fists deep
into his pockets in an attempt to let off some steam. She certainly could’ve
wrecked her clothes and planted the note. He’d lost sight of her when she’d
entered the closet, then backed out to call to him. Plenty of time for her to
drop the note.
    Closing his
eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the pressure building with
blinding speed. The case was tough enough without a sexy vixen clouding his
mind. This added complication he did not need.
    Then there was
Matthew.
    His eyes snapped
open. Forming a connection with one of his brother’s potential girlfriends was
inexcusable. He shook his head in disgust. If his men hadn’t arrived when they
had…
    Guilt flooded
his body in a storm surge of remorse. That wouldn't happen again. It was a
fluke. A freshly showered, attractive woman, wearing nothing but a flimsy
robe—he was only human. What man wouldn’t have reacted like that? Her nipples
were peaked as if happy to see him. And those gorgeous brown eyes of hers
smoldered. They fucking smoldered.
    Feeling
justified, he turned from the window and straight into wicked temptation in flimsy
blue silk.
    “Oh…”
    Brielle’s hands
flew to his chest in a purely steadying move, but his body rejoiced just the
same.
    “I-I’m sorry.
You seemed deep in thought, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
    Too late. Jack fought a
scowl. Heat radiated from her fingers and shot his body to life. So much for
remaining unaffected .
    “That’s okay.”
He stepped away and nearly tripped over a chair. “I was just…ah…thinking about
this room, and the case.” The back of the cushion crumpled under his fist as he
steadied himself. Jesus , he was such a pansy ass when she got so close.
“Would you mind having a seat, Ms. Bennett?”
    “What for?”
    Her parted lips
forced his grip to tighten. He wasn’t used to people questioning his authority.
The majority jumped when he spoke, not stared at him through big, brown eyes
full of quiet disdain.
    “Because I have
a few questions for you.” His words sounded a bit harsh, but he didn’t care.
This wasn’t social hour. And he wasn’t amused. He was turned on.
    “I see.” Her
voice carried a chilly edge.
    Good. He needed
to get them back on a professional track. She was here for his brother. So was
he, and it was time he started acting that way. The threats were his main
concern, not her perky breasts.
    He stalked
across the seating area, then turning to face her, hesitated. Maybe having her
sit wasn’t such a good idea. Now her flimsy damn robe parted to reveal one
long, sexy, smooth leg. The leg of a dancer. A naked dancer. She didn’t have a
stitch of clothing on underneath that scrap of silk. His groin tightened. The
sudden urge to run his tongue along the supple, toned curves brought back
memories of another dancer. Dangerous memories; memories that had nothing to do
with this case—other than the fact Brielle’s legs sparked the same desires.
    “Did you want
something?”
    Hell