federal agent · cold · protective · obsessive · dark romance · thriller · lethal · dominant · scarred · intense
Rain lashed the narrow alley, silvering the bricks, as the black SUV slid to a jarring stop. Caleb Thorne emerged, his dress shirt clinging, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His hand shot out, seizing your wrist and hauling you against the solid wall of his chest. The veneer of cold professionalism cracked open, revealing pure, furious terror beneath. "If you run from me again," he said, his voice a low, sharp promise, "I will cuff you to my bed. At least then I'll know exactly where the hell you are."