Mag-log in[Will you be in the CBD then?]
Darcy stood in front of the elevator in the underground garage, phone in one hand, her fingertip pausing on the cool edge of the screen.
The elevator chimed and slid open.
Maeve followed behind her with the briefcase, eyes on her
"To Warehouse Four." Darcy pressed a hand against Asher's forearm across her chest, folded the inventory sheet, and handed it back to Rowan. "Secure the records on site. Every last sack has to be accounted for."Rowan took the sheet back neatly. "The legal team will follow your car."Asher said nothing. He took Darcy by the wrist and helped her into the passenger seat, then rounded the SUV, climbed behind the wheel, and slammed his door.The cabin sealed out the cold wind. Asher turned the heater to full. Hot air poured over Darcy's legs.The SUV backed out of the gravel and rolled onto the muddy road. Asher steered one-handed, his other thick hand reaching over to wrap Darcy's cool left hand in his palm and squeeze."The old man brought up the north. Your palm was all sweat." Asher stared ahead, his voice low, his big hand wrapping each of her fingers tight."Darcy. Don't let him throw you off. That godforsaken place up north was a mess bac
Asher's fingers tightened, and the mug in his hand cracked in two. Hot coffee ran down his fingers onto the desk.He didn't even look at the broken pieces. He pulled a tissue, wiped his hand roughly, and crossed to the leather chair in long strides. He caught the chair's frame and drew it a little closer to him.His tall frame pressed down. Both hands braced on the armrests. His weight and the cold fir scent wrapped around Darcy completely."The old bastard's cornered. The warehouse is locked down, so he thinks he can push you around." Asher's brow was tight. He ducked his head and buried his face in Darcy's neck, his hot breath spilling across the kiss marks still fading on her collarbone. His voice came out rough and low. "Darcy. I'm not letting yo
Asher slept deeply, his chest rising and falling, his hot, heavy body like a slab of iron fresh from the forge.The moment Darcy opened her eyes, she ached everywhere.Her lower back was sore and heavy, as if a boulder had pressed on it all night. The soft skin on the inside of her thighs stung from where his big hands had gripped her.He'd come back wound up and jealous, and apparently hadn't intended to let either of them sleep until she was thoroughly worn out. Even afterward, he'd insisted on settling with his head against her chest, brushing his lips back and forth over the thin cotton of her nightgown until he finally drifted off.Darcy moved her neck slightly, and the red marks he'
The heavy document case slammed onto the nightstand, sending the glass of water on it rippling in circles.Darcy's eyes snapped open.A tall, dark figure carrying the sharp smell of gunpowder and the blizzard outside pressed down at the foot of the bed. Military boots on the carpet dragged in a wave of muddy, metallic scent.It was Asher.Frost from the wastes still clung to his brow. The killing intent hadn't fully left him. But the moment he looked up and saw Darcy propped against the headboard, the feral aggression in him eased."Did you get him?" Darcy flipped the covers back, ready to swing her bare feet down."Hale's in custody. Don't move. It's warm under there. Sit."Asher crossed to the bed in two strides. His big gloved hand pressed against the soft flesh below her right shoulder, careful to avoid her healing shoulder, now protected by a lighter brace. His palm was wide enough to cover her whole shoulder, the weight steady a
The jeep door had barely slammed shut when a heavy, brutal engine roar exploded from behind.Darcy turned in the snow below the Main Peak suite building. A heavy armored patrol SUV with military plates came tearing around and braked hard by the steps, wheels churning up a wave of half-melted black slush. The roof searchlight was still blazing.The door was kicked open. Asher strode out.His leather military coat still carried the biting wind from the southern checkpoint. His collar was open, exposing his hard throat, his chest heaving. One look at Darcy standing there in one piece, and the tight, pale line of his jaw finally loosened a fraction. He climbed the steps, heavy boots thudding dully on the floor.
Old Lynch cut away the heavy plaster brace on Darcy's shoulder with a pair of scissors and fitted her with a light, breathable black elastic support instead. Asher stood at the clinic door, fully geared up.His patrol saber hung at his waist, leather gloves gripped in his hand. He crossed the room in long strides and caught Darcy's right forearm the moment the brace was on, his fingers tracing along the healed bones inch by inch, his palm frighteningly hot."Bone's solid? Does lifting still hurt?""Doesn't hurt. Just can't carry anything heavy." Darcy raised her forearm and rotated her wrist, easy and natural.Asher stared at her shoulder for a full half minute before the tight line of hi







