She panted, her mind spinning, her instincts misfiring. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just really happy I jumped on your lap?”

“Jesus. It’s a gun.” He yanked the gun free and settled it on the dash.

She gyrated against his pelvis. “I think you might have another one in there.” Even now, he felt pretty good beneath her.

His mouth opened and then closed like a landed carp. “You are fucking crazy.”

“I wasn’t until I started dating you,” she blurted, trying to defend herself. “Before you, I was totally normal. Ate healthy, worked out, never challenged a guy twice my size to a brawl.”

“We are not dating.”

“The hell we’re not.” She softened her hold on his face. “After last night, we are so totally dating.” Was that what had been happening? “You’re being a jackass to push me away? To make me go on my way and leave you alone?”

His head drew back. “I am not being a jackass.”

The dog farted loudly from the back seat.

“See? Even the dog thinks you’re being a jackass.” She was feeling a little ridiculous, because if he didn’t want her, she’d just acted a total fool. But he’d definitely been all in the night before; he wanted her. Yeah. That had to be the truth. “You can be all robotic and act like a moron, but I’m not going on my way.”

He breathed out, for the first time in hours looking like her Wolfe. “How did I lose control so quickly?”

“Oh, honey,” she murmured, caressing his whiskered jaw. “I’m not sure you ever really had control, you know?” She leaned in and kissed him again, her heart thumping when he finally kissed her back. “Now. Let’s start at the beginning. Rock obviously found me and planted that bomb and now you’re afraid that he’s coming after me?”

“Yes, and we’re calling him Gary now. He doesn’t deserve a nickname.” Wolfe’s big chest filled with air and then deflated.

Now they were getting somewhere. “How did he find you?” she asked.

Oops. Wrong question. Wolfe’s eyes got all narrow again. “He didn’t find me. He found you.”

She grimaced. “Oh.”

He released her ponytail and cupped her entire neck. “He killed Candy, and he said he’s coming after you next if I don’t stop tracking him. By the way, I’m pretty sure he’s dating Theresa Rhodes.”

She shivered.

She’d put her entire family in danger. Her stomach revolted, and she had to swallow several times to keep from throwing up. “Well, okay then.”

“Even if I stop, he’ll still come after you,” Wolfe said, feeling so strong and solid beneath her. “He can’t help himself. He’ll wait and watch and then strike. You’re being locked down while I go after him. It’s nonnegotiable.”