Casey thought they were like high school seniors who'd made out on their first date, the way they circled shyly around each other the next morning. They bumped elbows and hips in the small motel bathroom, trying to be polite until she finally burst out laughing.
"You'd think we were eighteen." She grinned.
T.J. turned from the sink and cupped her cheeks. "What I feel for you is long past what I had at eighteen, Casey. And much deeper."
Her muscles tensed and she almost pulled away from his touch. "Don't you think we're going a little too fast here?"
He frowned. "Too fast? I trusted you with information that could get me killed. I think it goes a long way toward saying how I feel."
"That's not it." She bit her lip and shifted her gaze away from him. "I...don't have the best history wit
