“Any tats?” Ellie asked. “Any scars, anything like that?”

“Not that I recall.”

She looked back down at the photo. “I know he had to be attractive. A woman that beautiful can have her pick.” This time she did look at Kade. “I don’t recall seeing him in here after that, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been in.”

“Would you be willing to talk to a police artist?” Kade asked. “Let him do a sketch of the guy?”

It was a good idea. Ellie should have thought of it, would have if she hadn’t been sidetracked by the green-eyed monster. Kade was the only man who’d ever affected her that way, and she definitely didn’t like it.

Savannah bit her full bottom lip. “I don’t remember the guy well enough to describe him.”

“A sketch artist knows the right questions to ask,” Ellie said. “You’ll be surprised what you’ll be able to recall.”

“I don’t know. I’m not crazy about police.”

Ellie finished the last of her beer and set the glass back down on the table. “Maybe not, but until they catch this guy, you and any other woman in the area could wind up dead.”

Savannah’s blue eyes flashed with understanding. “Oh, my God, you’re right. I’ll do it,” she said.

* * *

Kade climbed in behind the wheel of the pickup and fastened his seat belt. Ellie hadn’t looked at him since they’d left the building. Sitting stiffly in her seat, she stared out the window into the dark beyond the parking lot.

“I met her at the bar, okay? I took her back to my hotel room. She spent the night and was gone when I woke up in the morning. That was the end of it.”

When he didn’t start the truck, she turned to look at him.

“I won’t apologize, Ellie. I’m a man. I’ve been alone for eight years. Aside from the time I spent with Grace, and a few one-night stands here and there, I haven’t dated all that much. And I’m not into threesomes, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

The stiffness went out of her shoulders. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have let it bother me.”

Kade leaned over, caught her shoulders, dragged her toward him and kissed her, kept kissing her until she grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him back.

“Neither of us can change what we’ve done in the past. But dammit, I don’t want Savannah or some other one-night hookup. You mean something to me, Ellie. You’re the woman I want in my bed.” Kade kissed her again, more softly this time, coaxing a response from her, then deepening the kiss until she was clinging to his shoulders, making erotic little sounds in her throat.