Free In the Dead of the Night by Terry Spear Page B

underground. They figure he may have slipped back down to South America.” Dale headed for the door. “The guys will wonder where their pizza is if—”
    Cameron opened the door and smiled as he looked at Allan dressed only in his boxers. “Just wondered what had happened to our pizza.”
    “Yeah, well, we’ll leave the newlyweds alone.” Dale popped into the hall.
    “Wedding b ells are ringing.” Cameron joined Dale.
    Allan shook his head, then returned to the bedroom and grabbed his shorts. Jenny moaned and rolled onto her back. “No,” she groaned under her breath. “No…no.”
    “Ah, hell.” Allan threw his shorts on the chair. “Garcia, you owe me.” Damn it to hell, boss .
    Allan hid the gun ag ain, then drew the covers aside and climbed into bed. He pulled Jenny against his body. Mumbling something next to his chest, she slipped her arm over his waist.
    He wrapped his arms securely around her. “Shhh, sleep. You’re safe, Jenny.”
    Sure she was. He kissed her forehead and held her tightly.
    An hour later, Allan woke to a knocking at the doorframe to the bedroom. He opened his eyes and frowned at Dale, who leaned against it. Jenny still slept comfortably against Allan’s chest.
    “You left the door open, dude. You know we have an open door policy in cases like this in the event of emergencies. If you want privacy, you’ll have to shut the bedroom door.” Dale punctuated his comment by smiling broadly.
    “Give me a minute, will you?” Allan quashed the irritation churning in his gut. He had no intention of letting the others think he was going at it hot and heavy with Jenny.
    “Didn’t mean to disturb you. Just wanted to let you know Randy Steven’s flight was delayed until tomorrow morning. You won’t have to make a decision until then concerning her.”
    “You didn’t disturb me. Jenny was having nightmares.”
    Dale nodded. “It’s to be expected. Has she slept well otherwise?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Good.”
    “Hmm,” Jenny said, stirring.
    Dale quickly shut the bedroom door without making a sound.
    Allan took a ragged breath. He now had several hours to try to help Jenny recover her memory before Randy arrived. Allan kissed her forehead, but she tilted her mouth up and expected more. He obliged.
    Did he do so out of a sense of obligation as her pretend husband? Worry that Randy might show him up and try to have his way with her? Or his desire to prove to her or even to himself that he had winning ways in the romance department? Whatever the reason, there were no holds barred.
    His tongue moistened her soft full lips, and she immediately responded by touching her tongue to his. Their lips pressed lightly then more firmly as the heat built between them. The chemistry mixed quickly into explosive proportions as she slid her leg over his and ran her hand over his buttocks still clothed in the satin boxers. He ran his hand over the bare skin of her back, then cupped her firm buttocks in his hand.
    She felt so good, and her m oves sent his hormones into a tailspin. But when she touched her temple, he immediately pulled back.
    “Are you hurting, Jenny?”
    “Yes, I’m so sorry, Allan.” Then she chuckled. “I guess I’m like the wife who has a splitting headache so she doesn’t have to have sex with her husband.”
    Thank God for small miracles. Though he didn’t want her to suffer, her headache saved his butt.
    “Your concussion was serious, honey.” He hadn’t meant to call her by an endearing term. It just slipped out like an email message sent across electronic waves with no way to take it back.
    Her lips turned up sweetly. “Thanks for the flowers. They’re really lovely.”
    “You’re welcome. Let me get you some more medicine for the headache, and I’ll fix something for us to eat for dinner. Maybe that’ll help.” He kissed her cheek, then reluctantly disentangled himself from her. When he climbed out of bed, her gaze shifted to his boxers. She had him worked up all