And her memories.

It felt far too uncomfortable to be sitting while he towered over her. She eased out of her chair and stood behind it. "You don't want the time off?"

"I want to follow up some leads. One bastard died but not before telling us..."

When he trailed off, Alice filled in for him.

"About his human trafficking venture." Her hands tightened on the back of the chair. "That's what you were going to say."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "It burned my ass to have divided loyalties yesterday."

How she would love to put her hands around his bulging biceps; the skin there looked so smooth and taut. She could maybe trail her fingers over the solid muscles in his shoulders, too, and down through his crisp chest hair....

"Alice," he warned.

"Divided how?"

He took a step closer but didn't touch her. "Logan was shot, Rowdy was in a fury and Pepper was all emotional."

Sorting out the people involved would take some doing. "You said Pepper and Rowdy are siblings."

"The reason Rowdy was so furious.

The guy that died? He'd planned to give Pepper to the traffickers."

Sickness churned in her stomach, burned in her throat. "That's why you and Detective Riske were after him?"

"Not entirely, no. Morton Andrews was guilty of many things, all of them worthy of death."

So many awful people in the world.

Too many. She swallowed back the distaste of evil. "I'm glad he's dead."

Reese gave her a long look. "Pepper wasn't emotional over that, though, and it wasn't just fear for her brother."

"No?"

"Mostly it was Logan getting shot. She went all girly over it, which was a shocker because before that, she'd been stoic to the point of being stony.

Especially around me."

"She didn't trust you?"

"Apparently not. But seeing her at the hospital...I think she softened some once she realized I wasn't in cahoots with the bad guys."

That ludicrous idea struck her funny.

"She must not be very perceptive if she ever thought that."

"Actually, she's sharp as a tack, and since I'd been keeping secrets, she had her reasons for doubting me." He shook his head, averting her many questions.

"No, don't ask. When you share, so will I."

Unfair. "I have valid reasons for keeping some things to myself."

"Yeah? Me, too." He went around her toward the living room. "Anyway, while I was at the hospital to check on Logan and keep an eye on Pepper, other detectives followed up our lead."

"You wanted to be there when that happened?"

"Damn straight. But policy is that any cop involved in a shooting has that mandatory time off I mentioned." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. They had it covered, and that meant I could stay at the hospital with Logan."

"You're a good friend." Cash walked away to lounge in the sunshine pouring through the patio doors.

"While I was otherwise involved, Lieutenant Peterson finagled a group bust, and last I heard officers were en route to intercept a transfer...of women."

Panic closed in on her, trying to suffocate her, compressing her lungs and stinging her eyes.

That sickness roiled again, but Alice swallowed several times and willed away the awfulness by focusing on Reese, watching him lift his clothes, dig out his keys...

His keys. New panic exploded.

"You're leaving?"

He took one look at her and dropped the clothes again. In three long strides he reached her. "I'll only be gone long enough to shower and get clean clothes."

He held her shoulders, hesitated then drew her in to his chest.

Warmth and Reese's unique scent enveloped her. He didn't wrap those thick arms around her, didn't crush her close. He merely held her.

Fascinated, curious in a way she hadn't experienced in far too long, Alice lifted her hands to his bare chest. That soft cushion of chest hair, a few shades darker than that on his head, teased her palms. She rested her cheek against him and inhaled deeply, wanting to eat him up.

The top of her head didn't reach his chin. She felt his heartbeat against her cheek. He smelled of man, sex and excitement, but at the same time, he filled her with peace and contentment, emotions so long absent from her life.

"I'm sorry. I keep imposing when I don't mean to."

"I want you to."

That made no sense. "You want me to impose?"

He put one hand to the back of her head, tangled his fingers in her hair. "I want you to tell me what you think and feel. I want you to confide in me."

"Oh. Okay." She turned her face a little so that it was her nose touching his furry chest. "I wish I was as strong as you."

He made a gruff sound. "Honey, this wouldn't be happening right now if you looked like me."

Another smile. That was a special gift in itself, the humor he brought her.

Humor was one more thing she'd never again take for granted. "I meant your courage. Not your physique."

"You were plenty brave yesterday."

"No." She owed him the truth about that, since she couldn't be truthful about everything else-much as she wished it otherwise. "I have tunnel vision in dangerous situations. Knowing armed men had come to hurt you and probably anyone else who got in the way..."

Taking a step back, she put a hand to her stomach. "I trembled so badly inside, I felt queasy and weak all over."

He shocked her by covering her hand with his own, but since his was so much bigger, his fingertips pressed into her sensitive flesh. Even through her shirt, his touch felt far too intimate.

And stirring.

Gaze compelling, he spoke in a deep, hushed voice. "Come on, Alice. That's just a healthy respect for danger. You'd have to be an idiot to be indifferent to thugs with loaded weapons."

Yes... Wait. What were they talking about? She'd stopped hearing him the second he touched her.

"Alice?" He turned his hand to catch hers. "I'm going to leave Cash here with you."

"Thank you." The dog provided so much comfort, and in the short time she'd been watching him, she'd grown accustomed to his presence. When he wasn't around, she missed the sound of his snores, his occasional bark.

Even the sound of him breathing.

"Before I go, there's one thing I need to know."

Dreading the inquisition, Alice nodded.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me your last name."

REESE WATCHED HER eyes widen, saw

her soft lips part with a husky laugh.

"We've never been properly introduced, have we?"

Damn, she leveled him without even trying. The way she laughed, how her dark eyes all but devoured him. He'd let her off the hook with details of being kidnapped-but only until he had her more relaxed.

She might think she kept it together, but he looked at her and saw so much, all of it painful to witness. She was on the edge, and if she lost it, if she cried, it'd crush him.

Hearing about it would be even worse, so, yeah, maybe he needed a little more time to get it together, too.

"I was all right and proper and introduced myself, but you were determined to cut me cold." He liked holding her hand and that she hadn't yet pulled away. "If it wasn't for Cash, I'd never have gotten even a simple nod from you."

"I'm sor-"

"Do not apologize."

Her grin widened. "Okay." She did a silly curtsy. "Alice Appleton."

Why that tickled him, Reese couldn't say, but hearing her name, how melodic it sounded, left him smiling, too. And after she'd kept him at such a distance, getting a last name meant he was finally making strides.

"I like it. It suits you." He tugged her in close again, and when she didn't resist, he rested his chin on top of her head. "Involvement in a shooting is always difficult. Even for a cop, counseling is offered, and strongly advised. It'd make sense if you needed to talk to someone, too."

Giving away nothing, she said simply, "No."

Accepting that, because he felt the same, he asked, "Will you talk to me about it?"

"I already did. It was awful." She burrowed closer. "I was cowardly, but I would have done what needed to be done, and I'm proud of that."

Wow. He'd never known anyone, much less a woman, who spoke so candidly. In one respect it worried him, because she left herself so emotionally exposed, she could be easily hurt.

Her lack of artifice also humbled him, made him more determined than ever to know her and all her dark secrets.

"You've done what had to be done before?"

Instead of answering, she snuggled closer still. "You smell incredible, Reese."

A diversion-but he got the message all the same. He had made strides, so he wouldn't get too greedy. Not right now, anyway. "If you say so, but I need a shower."

He put his nose to the crown of her head. She was the one who smelled good. Sort of warm and soft and uniquely...Alice.

Maybe because she wasn't ready to let him go, she asked, "What happens now?

With your work, I mean?"

"The coroner already had the body transported for autopsy."

"I'm glad it's not still in your apartment."

He felt her shudder. "Yeah, me, too."

He ran his hand up and down her spine, settling his palm low at the small of her back, close to where her backside started a gentle rise. The subtleties of her figure teased him, made him anxious to discover more. "Because the death was officer involved, IAD will send an investigator. The D.A.'s office, too."

"Internal affairs?"

He splayed his fingers, spanning the narrow width of her back. She was so small, so delicate. The contrasts between his large frame and her slender figure had him stirring again. Insane. He couldn't let that keep happening. Not with Alice.

Not while they discussed things so awful and real.

He told himself that he would have her.

When she was ready. When he got her ready.