All right, I got you.” He caught her before she hit, scooping her up in his arms like she weighed nothing. Riley curled an arm around his shoulders as he carried her back into her apartment. He was solid muscle, and at such close quarters he was almost overwhelmingly masculine down to the hint of stubble darkening his square jaw. Having him carry her like that felt surprisingly intimate, but unless she wanted to stay out in the hall— which she didn’t—she didn’t seem to have a whole lot of choice. He closed the door behind them, carried her to her couch, and set her down on it. “Thank you,” she said with assumed composure, as, straightening, he frowned down at her. Conscious suddenly of what she must look like wearing nothing but his sport coat with her bare legs on display, not helped by the knowledge that she was naked beneath it and he knew it and had already seen every inch of her without a stitch on besides, she felt suddenly uncomfortable under that penetrating gaze. She lifted her chin. “You’re an FBI agent?” It still hurt to talk, and her voice was still hoarse, but she didn’t want to just hand him the upper hand in whatever interaction was coming. Her tone made it not quite a question. “Could I see some ID, please?” His eyes narrowed slightly. Then he reached into his back pants pocket, extracted a wallet, flipped it open, and held it out to her. “Finn Bradley,” he said as she looked at the photo ID displayed behind the clear plastic film. She nodded her acceptance of his ID, and he flipped the wallet closed and restored it to his pocket. “I’m Riley Cowan. But I’m guessing you know that.” He inclined his head. She took that as a big fat yes. “I’m also guessing that you weren’t just passing by and happened to hear me scream.” “You’re right, I wasn’t. I was on my way to talk to you.” His eyes swept her. “What do you want to talk about?” If her tone wasn’t quite hostile, it was close. She knew what he wanted to talk to her about: the money. That was what they all wanted to talk about. He held up a hand. “Hang on a minute.” He turned, walked into her bedroom, and disappeared from sight. A moment later he reappeared carrying her bedspread and a towel. “You’re shivering,” he said in response to the look she gave him, and Riley realized it was true. He dropped the towel on her lap, then draped the bedspread around her shoulders. Even as she picked up the towel he continued: “There’s blood all over your bathroom. Suppose we start by you telling me what just happened.” ~ an exclusive excerpt from HUSH, available for pre-order now HUSH S&S: books.simonandschuster/Hush/Karen-Robards/9781476766584 Amazon: amazon/exec/obidos/ASIN/1476766584?tag=simonsayscom B&N: barnesandnoble/w/hush-karen-robards/1118892167?ean=9781476766584&itm=1&usri=9781476766584&cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-PwUJvmDcu1U-_-10:1&r=1,%201 BAM: booksamillion/p/9781476766584 IndieBound: indiebound.org/book/9781476766584 Kindle: amazon/gp/product/B00IWTWIA6?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00IWTWIA6&linkCode=xm2&tag=simonsayscom iBookstore: https://itunes.apple/us/book/hush/id837625773?mt=11 Nook: barnesandnoble/w/hush-karen-robards/1118892167?ean=9781476766621&itm=1&usri=9781476766621&r=1
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