His hand slid over hers, twining with her fingers, and around them. “You won’t be needing those.”

Heat darted up her arm and over her shoulder to her chest and her gaze rocketed to his. The instant awareness between them shook her to the core. “I have to be able to get home tonight.”

“No, actually, you don’t.” He dislodged the keys from her hand and motioned her forward. “Your ride awaits.”

Several staff members walked by and Kara could feel their eyes on the two of them. “I’m not staying the night with you.”

“Mendez said to do whatever I want and don’t you do whatever he wants?”

“I do my job.”

“Which included fuck—”

“Stop saying that over and over and assuming you have the answers. You know nothing about me or my motivations.”

“I have a good idea.”

Why did her gut tighten at the accusation in his voice? Why did she care what he thought? “No,” she ground out. “No you don’t.” She let the emotions she felt about her real situation bleed into her words, or maybe there was no “let” about it. She’d been operating in a zone for months, trying not to feel anything, to stay focused. Only two times had she failed, and both times were with this man.

His lips twisted sardonically. “I have to admit, you play the victim well, but you won’t play me again. We both know you’re weaving lies to everyone around you. No victim does that. I’m getting answers and I’m getting them tonight.”

Those dangerous emotions she was feeling jabbed her in the chest, made her vulnerable, made her need to get away. “I’m taking my car or I’m not leaving.” His hand was still over hers, holding her and her keys, making her hot and confused when everything had been so clear until he’d shown up in the picture. “Let go. Unless you think you can’t keep up with my ten-year-old Ford Focus.”

His eyes narrowed sharply, but the handsome planes and angles of his face remained unreadable. “Where are you parked?”

“The space beside you.”

A second passed, then another and he released her hand and motioned her forward. Kara didn’t hesitate to seize her victory. Her chin lifted and she started walking. Blake pursued instantly, behind her, stalking her, the short walk to his passenger door and her driver’s door. This man made her feel exposed, out of control. Bad things with lives on the line, and not her own. She wasn’t worried about herself. She’d learned years ago that to do what she did, you had to wake up ready to die, but she was never, ever; ready to let someone else die.