And the one thing most likely to get her killed.
She hung her head. “I said I’d go to Phoenix,” she said, watching numbly as he pulled the file from her stiff fingers and ignoring the tingle of sensation that erupted where he touched her. “I’ll go to Phoenix.”
“Damn right you will,” he grumbled.
She glared at him. “I’ll listen to what your friend has to say. After that, all bets are off.”
“Fine by me.”
“Until then, though, no more questions. I’m not telling you anything until we’ve met your friend and I’ve made up my mind what to do.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Still don’t trust me, huh?”
She gathered her strength, meeting his gaze directly. The harder she could be on him, the better. She didn’t want him feeling anything for her. The less he liked her, the more likely he was to leave her. “Don’t take it personally,” she said coldly. “I don’t trust anyone. Especially cops.”
“Great. You don’t trust me, I won’t trust you. We ought to get along just peachy.”
They settled into the Jeep. “For what it’s worth,” Shane said, his expression unreadable as he pulled onto the highway. “I wasn’t calling ahead to Phoenix. I called back to Utah to see if Bailey had caught the guy in the Mercedes.”
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