“There can be nothing ugly involving you.”
She snorted. “No ugly but you still have to rescue me and take care of me?”
“Just as I think you will do for me, as you have already done for me. Did you not shoot my assailant?”
She stopped and turned to face him. They had just crossed the last track and were near the old cement warehouse. The light of one of the security lights now dimly revealed his face. He was looking at her with a fierce intensity but there was no uncertainty or confusion in his expression.
He held out both hands. “Come here, January Farrell. Maybe I can show what I cannot seem to tell.” With no hesitation, she went into his arms.
“I’m still on duty,” she reminded him, an instant before his mouth came slanting down to cover hers. He kissed her very thoroughly, and she r
