Nari looked up as Angus entered the room, a blanket secured around his waist and covering his wet boxers. New bruises mottled his ripped abs. “I got through to the HDD, hoping they’ll take jurisdiction immediately so we don’t have to mess around with locals.” As he sat on the other plastic orange chair, she could see that the burn marks down his side were turning an ugly red. “I also updated Brigid and Raider with this new development because they’re pursuing whoever shot at me the other day. I’m pretty sure it was the same truck.”

Nari sipped the cocoa, humming as the sugary sweetness slid down her throat and warmed her stomach. Even so, she couldn’t stop shivering. They could’ve been killed if Roscoe hadn’t barked the warning in time, although she felt like it was the two of them against the world right now, and that thought warmed her even more than the drink. “I’m sorry they blew up your cabin.” No way had anything survived that fire, even if the rain had managed to finally douse it.

“It’s okay.” He rubbed a bruise on his shoulder. “I have copies of all the case files and my clothes are easily replaced.”

She rocked back and forth, trying to warm up. “You didn’t recognize the guy on the ground?”

Angus shook his head. “No, and the other guy was moving too fast to ID him through the smoke. I just have a hazy picture in my mind. You?”

She took a deeper drink. “The blue truck was between us, so I couldn’t tell.” Her hands tingled with the need to brush his wet hair from his face and check out the burns on his side, but she forced herself to stay in place. If they hadn’t been interrupted, they would’ve spent another night having multiple orgasms together. Enough was enough. They’d said one night, and she had to keep a clear head, not let her heart get all mushy. “Now doesn’t seem like the right time for a romance,” she murmured.

His dark eyebrows rose. “I’m not lookin’ for romance.”

She rolled her eyes. “Shut up. We would’ve had sex and you know it.” The more she was around him, the more she liked him. Or wanted him anyway. Right now, he wasn’t exactly likable. Yet the way he’d barreled into the storm to hunt a killer, barely dressed, trying to protect her? Yeah, that was sexy. Worse yet, the image wouldn’t leave her mind. She shivered.

“You okay?” His eyes glowed with concern.

“Yeah. Just cold,” she lied, cupping the mug with both hands and blowing on the hot liquid.