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I want an hour with her.
 Instead, Elizabeth cleared her throat,  you spouted that bull about wanting an hour with me so
that you could catch Taggert off-guard and get me out of there.
Slowly, he turned to fully face her.
 So why don t we play a game? Elizabeth whispered.  You try telling me the truth& and I ll try
believing you. What else did they have to do until Agent Monroe gave them the all-clear?
His head cocked.  The truth?
 Why did you burn down that other cabin?
His lips thinned.  Because I was working an undercover mission, and I had to find a way to get
Jasmine the hell away from that scene so she could disappear.
Her breath expelled in a relieved rush.  So you were being the good guy again.
 A good guy wouldn t have torched the cabin.
 If you hadn t& what would have happened to your friend& Jasmine? And had that just been a hot
lick of jealousy that stung her? It sure felt like it.
 My boss&  He shook his head.  The prick I was working undercover to bust wanted her dead. I
wasn t going to let that happen. She and Vic are the only family I ve got. No one hurts my family.
She was certainly getting the vibe that he was an any-means-necessary kind of guy. Strong.
Dangerous.
So beyond my normal life.
But then, this whole experience had been surreal to her.
Elizabeth forced a smile to her lips.  See? Her voice sounded a little too high even to her own
ears.  I was right about you. You re the good guy. The hero.
His gaze swept over her. That dark stare heated. Oh, crap. She was still just wearing his shirt.
She d actually stripped off everything beneath the shirt, too. And as he stared at her, as that dark
gaze of his seemed to devour her, Elizabeth was suddenly far too aware of the fact that her breasts
had tightened into taut peaks. Her nipples pushed against the fabric.
He walked toward her. Moving with the same slow grace that a lion probably used right before he
attacked his prey.
Elizabeth wanted to retreat from him, but she didn t. She didn t move at all.
 You want to hear another truth?
Probably not but&  Yes.
 I wanted that hour with you. I still want it.
It seemed as if every bit of moisture dried up in her mouth right then. His voice had done that thing
where it deepened even more, turning into a hard growl of sound, and her knees wanted to do a little
jiggle because that growl yes, it was hot.
 One hour&  Saxon murmured.  How many times do you think I could make you come in one
hour?
Let s please find out. No, that thought had not just run through her head. But& when he kissed her
 Bam.
Her cheeks didn t just flush they seemed to be scorching hot.  You shouldn t say things like like
that to me.
 Why not?
She didn t know. Her thighs squeezed together.  I want to go home.
 What s waiting at home that s so great?
Her gaze fell from his. Nothing. Both of her parents were dead now. So there was no mother
who d fret if she didn t get a phone call from Elizabeth. No father who d come by to check and make
sure she had everything she needed at her condo.
Actually, she had no other family at all. There was no one waiting with baited breath for her to
return. Just an empty apartment. She didn t even have pets they weren t allowed in her building.
 Sweetheart? he pressed.  What s so great at home? What are you missing?
She didn t want to talk to him about her life. Because talking about her life made it seem even
emptier.
Elizabeth started to turn away from Saxon, but he caught her wrist, stopping her.  Truth, he
pointed out.  It s what you wanted.
She d wanted to hear this truths, not share the jagged shards of her past with him. So Elizabeth
lifted up her chin.  I don t have anyone waiting for me.
A faint furrow appeared between his brows.
 My parents passed away two years ago. They were killed in a car accident. Because, once, she
had gotten frequent calls from her mother. Calls that had made her smile. Calls that had made her
frown. Calls that had made her know that her mother was always thinking about her. Always there.
And her father had popped by her place to make sure her locks were working. To check the faulty
wiring. To eat lasagna with her late at night.
 I m sorry.
So was she.  My mother was a lawyer and my dad owned an accounting business. They were
having dinner, going home one night and well, they never made it. She had originally planned to be
at that dinner with them, but a last minute stomach bug had kept her home.  They were on a secluded
road when their car crashed. Their& their bodies weren t found until the next morning. She d had to
go in and identify them. No, that can t be my parents. They& they shouldn t look like that.
 It s harder when they love you.
Now it was her turn to frown.
 Because then when you lose them, it s like someone cut into your chest. At least, that s what I ve
been told. His hand lifted, and those scarred knuckles of his brushed over her cheek.  My dad cut out
on me when I was five, and my mom couldn t wait to kick me out. I lived on the streets for too long
after that, and by the time I finally heard that my mom had overdosed, I don t think I felt anything but
numbness.
He was alone, too.
 But you knew that your parents loved you, Saxon said.  That matters. You have to always hold
on to that.
A tear leaked from her eye. He caught it on those scarred knuckles.
 Knowing that should make the memories easier. Now his hand slid down and pressed right over
her heart.  And I think in time, it should make you feel, I don t know& stronger. Better.
Her own hand rose and curled around his.  Thank you.
 Getting easier to say that to me, huh?
She shook her head.  I don t& I don t quite understand you. There were so many layers to Saxon.
Elizabeth had the feeling that she might never fully understand him. Talk about a man of mystery.
 That s fair. I don t understand you, either.
And she realized she was holding his hand to her chest. She was still just wearing his shirt, and the
bed was a few feet away.
Elizabeth hurriedly stepped back from him.  I, um&  Think.  Should you go check in with Victor?
I mean, with Agent Monroe?
 Not for at least another hour.
An hour& he d wanted an hour with her.
In an hour, he d call Victor. Get an update. And then, she could be walking away from Saxon. She
might never see him again. The thought left her feeling oddly& bereft. That didn t make sense, of
course. There was no point in missing someone that she d just met.
But Elizabeth knew she d never forget Saxon.
 What was it like the last time you had sex? Saxon asked her.
She frowned.
He laughed.  Sweetheart, if you frown, then that means it wasn t good.
No, it just meant& she couldn t remember. Had it been a year? Longer?
 Pity, he said as his hand pulled slowly from hers.  I could have given you an hour that you d
never forget.
She believed him.
He turned his back on her.
 Saxon.
His shoulders stiffened.
 I m not going to have sex with you because you saved my life.
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