Into the Storm by Suzanne Brockmann Page B

going to kiss him back. Try as she might, she would not be able to resist that temptation.
    But reality crashed through.
    “You have, like, the skinniest neck,” he told her, wonder in his voice. “How does it hold your head up?”
    And people claimed that the days of romance were gone.
    Jenk’s hands moved up to surround her head, checking to see if she’d hit it when she’d fallen—or so she thought until he laughed. “Your head’s tiny, too. That’s how it works.”
    Lindsey tried to push his hands away. “I happen to be perfectly proportioned for a woman of my height, thank you,” she wheezed.
    “Are you really okay?” he asked, catching her hands in his, peering down at her. Relief was a funny emotion. Even in the dimness of the night, Lindsey could read Jenk’s clearly in his eyes.
    “Yeah.” Although she was still unable to do more than whisper. “I just lost my air. The help we need is to corner Oz. The way he went, he’s trapped. It’s fenced in back there.” She shifted against him. “Do you mind…?”
    And then there was something else in his eyes entirely, as he realized that he was on top of her. Lindsey could see that he really hadn’t been aware of it before, but he was straddling her, his thighs warm against hers, his hands still holding hers.
    For several long seconds he sat there, just looking down at her in the moonlight, as if maybe her having a pencil-neck wasn’t such a bad thing.
    His phone rang, breaking the spell, thank God. He climbed off of her, answering it even as he helped her to sit up.
    “Yeah, Card, sorry—belay that last order,” he said into the phone, obviously talking to WildCard Karmody, their makeshift dispatcher. “We don’t need a medic. Lindsey’s fine. Will you let everyone know where we are? We’re…Okay, good, that’s exactly where we are. The dog’s cornered, we’ll need to create a net. Tell ’em to move in quietly, though. He’s pretty spooked.”
    He hung up, then reached to pull the two open sides of her shirt together. “Sorry,” he said. “I, uh…”
    She’d been sitting there—lying there, too—with her Hawaiian shirt completely unbuttoned, revealing…
    Oh, goody. She was wearing
that
bra. The transparent one. She had bras that covered more of her than her bathing suit did, but was she wearing one of those today? Of course not.
    It really shouldn’t have been that big a deal. She had, after all, already told him her bra size.
    And so what if he’d seen her nipples? She could see his in the moonlight, too, clearly outlined beneath his snug-fitting, disgustingly cold and soggy T-shirt.
    Of course his “skinny neck, tiny head” comment was still ringing in her ears. Thankfully, he kept any similar critiques of her breasts to himself.
    He did clear his throat about three times. “I’m confused about your strategy,” he finally said. “I could’ve had him.”
    “I didn’t want him to bite you.” Lindsey could hear the others coming and tried to button her shirt more quickly. It was hard to see in the darkness.
    “There are worse things,” Jenk told her.
    “Such as Tom getting home to find the dog missing?”
    She heard more than saw him smile. “That’s definitely on the list.”
    “I scouted out this area,” she said. Shit, her buttons were askew, the whole front of her shirt off-kilter. “I knew there were two fences creating a corner. If he headed the way he headed, I knew he’d be trapped.”
    He saw what was happening and helped, reaching out and matching up the first button with the correct buttonhole.
    “There are also plenty of dense shrubs, perfect for hiding.” She pretended that having their fingers bump as he kept going and she tried to take over didn’t affect her. “I got it, thanks,” she said, and he turned his attention to removing the pieces of grass and leaves in her hair.
    Okay, so that felt a little too good, too.
    Lindsey cleared her throat. “My plan is to go in there, with more