Trust Me by Anna Wells

feel like such a wimp.”
    “Give yourself a break.  You were just shot at.”
    “Well I don’t see you shaking like a leaf,” she said feeling
annoyed at how calm he seemed.
    “I’ve had a bit more practice at this sort of thing.”
    “Huh,” she replied because really how could you argue
with that?  So she sat and let him hold her while her trembling
subsided.  She wasn’t sure how much time had passed while they sat
together, but she felt comforted by his presence. She took deep even breaths
making an effort to calm down.  He was right, eventually she began to feel normal again. 
    She inhaled before saying, “Okay, I think I’m all
right now.”
    He gave her a slight smile. “See, I told you. 
Next time you get shot at it will be so much easier.”
    She couldn’t help but laugh. “Has anyone ever told you
your sense of humor borders on inappropriate?”
    He shrugged. “It may have been mentioned on occasion,”
he looked over at her suitcase, “Don't you think you should bring something to
wear to bed?  Or do you always sleep in the nude?  If that's the case
let me assure you that you won't hear any complaints from me.” He was trying to
distract her and provoking her seemed to be the best way.
    Why was it, she thought, that he always seemed to get
the best of her. “Very funny,” she mumbled as she reached for an over-sized
t-shirt and stuffed it in her bag. She really wished he would stop flirting
with her. “Okay, I'm ready now, unless you have any other ideas of what I need
to bring?”
    He decided to ignore the sarcasm in her tone. “Nope,
it looks as if you brought all of the necessities of life.  You might want
to bring a couple of books with you, hiding out can get very boring. 
Although I'll be there, so that's almost impossible.” She smiled at that, she
couldn't help it.  Donovan's charm was difficult to resist and she was
having a hard time holding onto her anger.
    “Well, with that in mind, I’ll bring my ereader. 
I'm not sure I want you to keep me entertained,” she tried hard to sound
skeptical at the thought, although she had the distinct feeling that the next
week with him would not resemble anything close to boredom.  She found her
e-reader on her night table and tossed it in her bag.  She grabbed her bag
and began to walk towards the bedroom door.
    Donovan was treated to a leisurely view of her very
fine ass, which he took advantage of to its fullest.  Watch it Prentice,
he chided himself, keep your mind on the business at hand, not where your hand
would like to be.  He thought they should discuss their upcoming week of
isolation before they rejoined Casivetti and Phillips. 
    He put his hand on her arm preventing her from leaving
the room. “Alaina, I know you're upset about the surveillance and about my part
in the investigation, but I think it would be a good time to put aside your
anger or it’s going to be one helluva long week.”
    The practical side of Alaina knew he was right, and if
she were honest with herself, she would probably have a hard time staying mad
at him, so she might as well admit defeat now since she was too exhausted to
put up a fight. 
    Her voice was sounding tired and strained as she
responded to his overture, “All right Donovan, you win.  I'll agree to your truce, but only because I don't want to spend a
week in hell either.  Don't get the idea that I'm not still really angry,”
she sat down on the bed, the stress of the evening weighing heavily on her,
“and speaking of hell it's been one helluva night.  As you’ve already
noticed this shooting stuff is not part of my normal day.”
    Donovan laughed. “Believe it or not it's generally not
part of my day either.  Since the Bureau relies heavily on surveillance
techniques for their arrests, we're rarely subject to unexpected attacks. 
Usually we're the ones calling the shots, excuse the pun.”
    They were interrupted by a shrill tone coming from
Donovan's cell phone.  He