Hot Pursuit by Lynn Raye Harris Page B

creepy.
    “Can you please just drop me off now?” Sarah
said to the woman, though she kept slanting her eyes to the man
beside her. They’d driven past the house once, but no one was home
and the woman hadn’t wanted to stop and wait. Sarah’s pleas to be
let out were ignored. They’d driven to the cross street and pulled
over, waiting for Evie’s car.
    “Don’t you want to party with us?” the woman
said. “Hang out until your sister comes home?”
    Sarah was really beginning to regret that
she’d told them she and Evie were related. “I’m tired. I’ll be sure
to tell Evie you’re looking for her, though.”
    The woman turned in her seat and speared
Sarah with glittering eyes. “Now that, sweetie, is something I’d
rather you didn’t do.”
    Sarah clasped her shaking hands between her
knees. Something definitely wasn’t right here. She should have
never gotten in the car with these people. God, please just let her
live and she’d never sneak out again. “I won’t tell her, I
promise.”
    “No, you won’t.” The woman turned around
again. “Let’s go,” she said to the big guy driving.
    “You wanna go in the house, see what we can
shake out?”
    The woman huffed. “No, let’s go back to the
motel and make our guest comfortable. George and I’ll return while
you watch the girl.”
    “You planning to keep her now?”
    “I don’t think we have a choice. We may need
her for leverage.”
    “Do you really think Evie knows where it
is?”
    “If David gave her something, she’ll know.
Even if she doesn’t know what it is. We could search, but I’d
rather not. It’ll be easier to get it out of Evie.”
    “And if she doesn’t have it?”
    “She has it.”
    “But if she doesn’t?” the man insisted.
    “Then she’ll get it for us. She’ll do
anything to save her baby sister.”
    Sarah wrenched her gaze to the window, trying
to hold back the tears that threatened. One escaped. They didn’t
really know Evie if they thought she’d do anything for Sarah. Evie
could care less about her, no matter how she tried to be so nice
and attentive now. Let her leave town again, and they’d never hear
from her. Just like before.
    No, Evie wouldn’t do a thing to save her
sister. And Sarah wasn’t sure what that meant for her right
now—except she was pretty certain it was a bad thing.
    * * *
    To hell with his conscience. Matt was ready
to sink into Evie Baker and not come up for air for at least ten
hours. There was something about being with her, something about
kissing her and feeling her soft skin beneath his fingertips that
made him feel grounded again. She reminded him of who he was. Of
the parts of himself he liked.
    With Evie, there was no need for pretense.
She’d been his complement since they were children, and he was
surprised to find it hadn’t changed very much. Oh, they were
different, sure. But she still seemed to know him in ways that
surprised him.
    He’d been so damn restless for the last two
months, his mind occupied with thoughts of everything he’d done
wrong, but right now he couldn’t think beyond getting this woman
naked and under him.
    Which wasn’t going to be difficult,
considering she was only wearing a robe.
    Her arms were around his neck, her body
arched into his as their tongues tangled in a hot, sensual duel. He
had his hands on her ass, pulling her against the hardness between
his thighs. Soon, he was going to carry her the few steps to the
bed and lose himself in the delights of her body. He’d worry about
the implications tomorrow.
    And then the doorbell rang. Shit .
    Still, he planned to ignore it.
    But it didn’t stop, and Evie shifted
restlessly in his arms.
    “Shouldn’t you get that?” She sounded husky
and breathless, and a shot of desire throttled through him.
    “No.” He dipped his head to kiss her
again.
    Except the bell kept buzzing. It took a
minute to penetrate the fog in his brain, but he suddenly knew who
it was. What he didn’t know