threw her back toward his face and grazed his chin. “Dammit, I came out here to help you!” He tightened his arms around her and lifted her feet off the ground. He knew she couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds, but all of it seemed to be distracting curves—and a lot of softness he shouldn’t be groping like this. She froze. And he let go of her. Backing up, he held up his hands, palms out. She glared at him, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Help?” “Yeah, help.” He shivered again in the wind. She glanced around and shook her head. “Sorry, I was…thinking.” “Well, mind if we think a little inside? It’s damn cold out here.” He led the way back inside. Once in, he shut the door. She turned and faced him, pulling off a cap. Luxurious dark brown framed a heart-shaped face. He’d never seen such dark, dark eyes—black almost, but with a warmth in them that left him gaping. Her features weren’t anything spectacular by themselves, but put all together, she was gorgeous in an understated way. She had long lashes, high cheekbones, and a mouth that begged for kisses. He crossed his arms. “Who are you and what were you doing outside the school? We closed fifteen minutes ago.” “The bus was late. I need to see one of the Burton brothers. Or Rachel.” “Just how do you know Rachel?” She propped a hand on one hip. “She’s my best friend and my roommate—and who the hell are you? You don’t look like any Burton I’ve ever seen.” Dustin suddenly knew exactly who she was. “Ah, you’re that Jasmine. Rachel’s mentioned you a couple of times. So, Jasmine from Vegas what brings you to Salt Lake City on a night that’s colder than hell?” Taking a breath, she stared him in the eyes. “I need someone to help me kill a man!” AVAILABLE TO PRE-ORDER NOW The Fighter’s Defiant Lover Available Now !