His eyes were a bottomless blue, burning into her. He took her with merciless, driving thrusts, possessing her, soul and body.

He slid a hand under her bottom to raise her hips for still greater penetration as his body turned rigid, the cords on his neck standing out as he came.

His body shuddered as he pulled in a long, slow breath.

Setting his forehead against hers, he huffed a laugh. His lips were gentle as he kissed her lightly. “I had planned to get you off again, but you’re a bit too clever with those fingers of yours. You won’t be getting a 69 very often.”

No, she wouldn’t. Never again.

An ache set up residence in her heart at the thought of losing him. Of never making love with him again. Never seeing him after tomorrow.

Nonetheless, she had no choice. To save her own life, she needed to get far away from here.

Even more important, she needed to be far away from Gabe. Because the thought of dying was far, far less terrifying than the thought of this man getting hurt or killed while protecting her from Spyros.

Chapter Twenty

The next morning, Audrey got out of Gabe’s Jeep, and he walked her to the coffee shop.

Although it was Tuesday and he had to work, he’d volunteered to drive her to Anchorage. She’d told him she’d wait until he got off work.

He thought the coffee shop was safe, since it was unlikely Spyros and his crew had already reached Rescue. Just in case, Gabe wanted her in a very public space. Spyros would want his revenge up close and personal.

Meantime, since she had a safe internet spot here, she’d order a new ID, figure out where to hide out in Anchorage, and where to get a new car.

Once in the city, she could hide until her ID came. After that, maybe she’d return to the Lower 48 or move to a village in the interior.

As Gabe held open the coffee shop door for her, she looked up at his chiseled face, and blinked back tears. When had the deadly police chief become so dear to her?

And why did he have to be so amazing, in and out of bed?

Sex with him was…well, like all those romance books made it sound. But what had truly turned her to mush was when he’d pulled her into his big enclosed shower and washed her. Washed her hair.

How could such powerful hands be so gentle?

When she’d protested, he’d laughed and said, “Then you can wash me, Goldilocks, since you think you didn’t get to play with my dick enough in bed.”