Someone had been recently accessing the space.
He scanned the rooflines out of habit.It would be easy to access the roof and keep sights on this building if needed.He tucked that thought away in the back of his mind.Boone drove around back, deciding to park his pickup truck behind an old dumpster.No point in advertising his presence to anyone coming.Sure, Radley would be here, but she knew to expect him.It was more the terror cell members unexpectedly arriving that he was concerned about.
Climbing out of his vehicle, he frowned at the stack of wooden crates beside the dumpster.They looked rather shoddily put together, and they were empty.There was some broken glass on the ground, but as he peered inside the dumpster, there was nothing inside to indicate anyone had been here recently.
Moving toward the back door of the warehouse, he tried the knob and was shocked to discover that it was unlocked.
Sunlight came in through the lone window off to the right as he moved inside, and he quickly realized the warehouse had been sectioned off.While this area seemed to be a smaller meeting space, he moved through a doorway and flipped on a light switch to see what else was there.
His jaw dropped in surprise.
Wooden boxes were stacked high against the far wall, with large fluorescent lights brightening the area.The big garage door had empty space in front of it for vehicles to pull in and for loading or unloading shipments.He’d half expected the place to be empty given the unlocked door and empty dumpster out back.
Boone pulled out his phone to take several photos from his vantage point.If whatever was inside the wooden boxes was going to explode the second he touched them, at least he’d have sent off a few texts with photographic evidence to his boss first.Then again, how unstable could they be if they were the goods being trucked in and out of here.
He stood in place for a moment, studying them from afar, then slid his phone back into his pocket.
Suddenly, there was a shift in the air behind him.
Glancing over his shoulder to see a gun pointed at his back, Boone stilled.
Five-foot-seven inches of gorgeous female stood mere feet away.Her dark hair was loose, long enough to tease the curve of her full breasts.A black leather jacket over a tight-fitting top led to slim cargo pants that barely hid her curvy hips or trim form.She was practically a figment of his imagination—his idea of the perfect woman, conjured up by only his mind.
Except Radley and the gun aimed directly at him were one-hundred-percent real.
“Don’t move.”Her voice didn’t waver, but Boone’s lips quirked.She was even sexier giving him orders in that sweet, feminine voice.Like he’d really let a woman take control.
He spun around so fast, Radley’s weapon was already sliding across the floor as he pressed her against the door, his hand around her throat.
She didn’t look scared—pissed off was more like it.He shifted to the side as she tried to knee him in the groin, twisted his head out of the way from her incoming punch, then grabbed her wrists with his other hand, restraining her.
She smelled like sunshine and peaches—all feminine and sweet but looking ready to scratch his eyes out if he didn’t have her pinned in place.He could feel her pulse beating beneath his hand around her neck.Her skin was so damn soft that for an instant, he wondered if her skin was that satiny smooth everywhere.Shame he’d never find out.
His voice was a low rumble as he gazed into her green eyes.“You’re feisty, kitten.I’ll give you that.”
“Who are you?”she seethed.
Her lips were plump.Pink.Perfect.
“Never you mind that.First tell me why you’re prowling around the warehouse alone?”The gorgeous brunette before him was clearly Radley, but he didn’t mind messing with her a little.She’d just pointed a damn gun at his back.
“I’m looking for something,” she snapped, fighting to free her wrists from his iron-like grip.
He grinned at her, still holding Radley securely in place, her delicious body pressed up against his own.His gaze dropped to her mouth for a beat before he met her eyes once more, seeing the fire inside them.“Easy now, kitten.I don’t want you to hurt yourself.And as for looking for someone?Looks like you found him.”
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RADLEY SPUTTERED ASthe man released her, her cheeks flooding with embarrassment.She hadn’t seen his vehicle outside, but this guy was clearly Boone.A fact confirmed when he introduced himself a moment later.
She resisted the urge to shiver as his big hand engulfed hers.His muscled hand was calloused, with veins running across the back, and his pushed-up shirtsleeves revealed strong forearms.This man was big all over—and she’d felt every inch as he’d pinned her to the door.He towered above her now, all beef and brawn, with sexy stubble coating his strong jaw.His warm brown eyes danced with both amusement and concern.He’d known it was her, but evidently, he hadn’t wanted to truly frighten her.Just disarm her in mere seconds.
“Why didn’t you tell me who you were right away?”she asked as she stalked across the room to retrieve her weapon.Boone’s eyes were on her as she bent over and picked it up, and her cheeks flamed even more.He wasn’t exactly ogling her, but he wasn’t hiding his observation or interest either.She’d been too shocked when he’d pinned her to the door to give it much thought at the time, but the man was sexy as sin.
Boone was dark and smoldering, with a deep voice that twisted up her insides.He even smelled good—a masculine, musky scent that was far too appealing.His hard body was nothing but muscles upon muscles, and he had the type of command and authority that made you stand up and take notice.
And he was her new colleague.
“You were aiming a gun at my back,” Boone said, his deep voice rumbling right through her.“Should I have waited for you to shoot first and ask questions later?”