“And I would react,” Margo told him, still bristling. “And if I couldn’t shoot fast enough to defend myself—”

“Then I would,” Logan finished for her.

Standing over her, Dash looked down into her stern face. Such a beautiful face to him. “All right.”

“It isn’t up to you!”

“Yeah, I know.” Strung tight with frustration and worry, he ran a hand over his hair. “I meant I’ll stop being an annoying ass and let you get to it.”

Margo lightened up, but not much. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Obviously.”

“If she doesn’t do it now,” Logan grumbled, “we might miss our chance.”

Dash framed her face in his hands, kissed her hard and quick and turned back to the car. He didn’t watch her walk away because, damn it all, he couldn’t.

“You are being an ass,” Logan said while keeping his gaze on Margo. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah.” He slumped in his seat. “I know.” He pulled out his cell phone.

“She’s a damn fine cop. More competent than most.”

“Yeah.” Opening the phone to access the camera, he prepared himself.

Logan’s tone went acerbic. “I’d have made myself the sitting duck except that with her arm in the sling she can’t be the driver, and using a civilian could fuck us on regulations.”

So Logan wasn’t any more thrilled with the scenario than he was? That made Dash feel better. “She’ll be fine.”

“Of course she will.” Logan had his weapon in his hand, his senses on high alert. “Now be quiet and let me concentrate.”

* * *

TOBY PULLED OVER to the curb a good distance away. The sun was behind him, aiding him because it highlighted her, but would make it difficult for her to look toward him.

“Do you think I’m an idiot, sweetheart?” He watched the woman make herself available at the curb, watched her look around in casual disregard, then lean against a light pole.

Toby snorted. She didn’t blend in any more than he would have. She was too alert. He saw it, felt it.

Lifting the cell phone, he called Curtis.

“Is she home already?” Curtis asked after only one ring.

“They took a scattered route, and then pulled over. The woman is standing on the curb. A trap, I assume.”

“Meaning they saw you.”

“Guess so.” He wouldn’t apologize when he knew it took someone really good to spot him. “I think she expects me to make a grab for her. Probably has a few cop buddies waiting in the wings to close in on me if I do.”

“She’s appealing to your vanity. She expects your male ego to demand you confront her. That, or she thinks you’re an idiot.”

Curtis always admired wit. “Yeah, she’s a real clever bitch,” Toby said with dry impatience. “Want me to pop her?” He had a clear aim from a good distance away. It’d draw a lot of attention, but with Curtis’s influence, he could—

“No. We don’t need that much heat coming down on us.” For the longest time Curtis thought things over. With a smile in his voice, he said, “Here’s what I want you to do instead.”

Toby listened without interrupting. Curtis was a spoiled, entitled, twisted fuck, but sometimes he was funny, too. “Consider it done.”

* * *

THOUGHTS OF DASH divided Margo’s concentration. Men, she well knew, could be prickly when their pride took a blow. Dash, like other men, had wanted to play the superiority role. He wanted to do her job even though he had zip experience and even less authority to do so.

Anger again sent her pacing along the curb, her eyes squinted against the low-hanging sun. Where was that damned truck? Did they want her enough to risk taking her off a crowded street? She wanted them to try.

She wanted that a lot.

She also wanted Dash. Tonight. Every part of him. She wanted to feel his tall, hard frame over her, his muscles straining in pleasure, his breath hot, his thick erection sliding in, filling her up....

Something flashed in her peripheral vision and she took closer notice. But no, it was nothing. A woman pushing a stroller. Not a threat.

Would Dash be annoyed with her for ordering him into the car, for so totally discounting his concern— concern that had insulted her because he’d shown it toward a woman. Not a cop. Not a lieutenant.

Just a woman.

A woman he...cared about?

One of the things she enjoyed most about being with Dash was that he didn’t treat her differently. Right? So why start nitpicking with him now?

Rubbing her temples, she strode to a bus bench and circled it, too antsy to sit.

Yes, the fact that Dash saw her as a woman thrilled her.

But not when she was working.

Not when she needed utmost respect from all those around her. She’d fought too long and hard to gain that respect to give it up for anyone. She’d even fought her own father, for God’s sake. But with Dash, everything was wonderfully different.

Would he still want her tonight? He seemed pretty annoyed. Maybe he, like most men, would use an excuse to punish her.

He could even be put off enough to leave her tonight instead of staying over. That possibility caused an invisible fist to squeeze her heart....

Another flash of light drew her away from her personal problems. This time when she looked up she found the truck slowly rolling toward her. Being so close, she noticed things she hadn’t before. Like oversize wheels and customized, colorful rims unlike any she’d ever seen before. Those rims had to have cost plenty, so maybe he was a man of means.

Or underground porn paid well.

The driver wasn’t surprised to see her, and didn’t bother trying to hide from her. No, he smiled at her, a smug, obnoxious tilt of his mouth that dared her to react.

In an instant Margo knew she wasn’t in peril. He wouldn’t try to nab her, or shoot her. No, he just wanted to mock her.

Bastard.

Well, two could play that game. Wearing her own cocky smile, Margo held out her right arm and took a step closer to the curb—offering herself. Come and get me, you miserable fuck. She even used her fingertips to beckon him forward.

When he rolled closer, his truck directly in front of her, she mouthed a single word—coward.

Thanks to his reflective sunglasses she couldn’t see his eyes, but she saw his smile tighten, saw his jaw lock and his mouth compress.

And that made her smile.

When the traffic stopped, he had to brake hard to keep from rear-ending the vehicle in front of him. That finished off his provocative expression really quick.

Displaying her own arrogance, Margo gave him her most intimidating stare without blinking. He flexed his hands on the steering wheel, turned to her again and jerked off his sunglasses to show her flashing black eyes—and a fresh bruise on his cheekbone.

Talk about a look of hatred.

He wasted it on her.

She took another step into the road. “What?” One more step. “You want something, big boy? You want me? Come on, then. Come and get me.”

The light changed, traffic moved. He said nothing, but he did give the slightest nod.

Margo felt a rush of power. “I’ll be waiting.”

Elbow resting on the open window frame, he drove off, not speeding, not even looking at her again.

And it infuriated her because there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it.

When she could no longer see him she turned to head back to Logan and Dash.

Dash. She’d almost forgotten about him. But now, thinking of him added to her smoldering annoyance. She reached the car just as he pushed open the door for her. And blast the man, as she moved into the backseat and faced him, she saw that he looked admiring.

“That was a bust,” she grumbled, trying to hide her mounting fury and concern.

Logan kept watching the road. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You daring him like that will maybe get them to make a move sooner rather than later.”

“Maybe.” She refastened her seat belt. “Any news on the plates?”

“Soon.”

If the search on the plates had come back wrong, they’d have had a reason to pull him in.

Dash put a hand on her shoulder, drawing a questioning look from her. As if nothing else had happened, he asked, “Getting hungry?”

“Yes.” But not so much for food. What she wanted, what she needed, was Dash. Every inch of him. Hot, grinding sex would do a lot to improve her mood and take the edge off.

Looking at her mouth, he gave a small sexy smile. “Good, because I’m starved.”

Well, damn. Maybe he wasn’t still peeved.

“Logan?” Dash kept his arm around her. “We headed back now? The rental place might close soon.”

“Up to the lieutenant.”

“Let’s call it quits,” she agreed. “But make sure we’re not followed.”

They had just pulled into the rental office when Logan got his return call. The plates on the truck belonged to a stolen SUV. He twisted to see Margo in the backseat. “I’ll call it in. If he’s still on the road, someone will spot him.”

Sinking into a bad mood, Margo jerked open her seat belt and got out. The odds of spotting him now were slim. Damn it.

She heard Dash say to Logan, “Thanks for the lift.”

“No problem. Stay prepared, okay?”

“Will do.”

Seconds later Dash jogged up to her. When he reached her he put his arm around her waist. “You’re tense.”

“I’m pissed.”

“Understandably.”

God, how did he roll with the punches so easily? She wanted to ask him, to know his thoughts, but she didn’t want to invite his criticism.

His hand opened on the small of her back. “Seeing you like that, swaggering and so authoritative, really got to me.”