PASSIONS ARE READY TO POP IN THIS STEAMY NEW ROMANTIC THRILLER FROM AWARD WINNING BESTSELLING AUTHOR LORI FOSTER
From New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Lori Foster comes UNDER PRESSURE, the first book in her brand-new Body Armor series, featuring her trademark alpha-male heroes and strong-willed heroines, who risk everything to save one another from the deadly forces that seek to destroy them.
Cat couldn’t look at him. She felt ridiculous.
And pretty wonderful.
She wanted him. And that worried her.
Moving on would be for the best. But where? And how?
And damn it, she didn’t want to go. She wanted to snuggle up with him again. She wanted the unaccountable peace of mind he afforded her. Why he afforded it, she had no idea.
This morning, crowds filled the lobby and she realized what she hadn’t last night: she looked terrible. In the nice hotel, most were dressed in expensive coats and leather boots, their hair salon-styled, their manners impeccable.
Standing to her right, Justice again hauled her big, broken suitcase and that made them stand out like a sore thumb. Not because of the guys, but because of her.
At her other side, Leese took her arm, drawing more than a few probing stares. “Ready?”
Did he touch her so she wouldn’t feel so out of place? Probably. She wouldn’t put much past him.
Or maybe the crowds made him as nervous as they made her. She could practically feel people watching, but with menace, disdain for her downtrodden appearance or curiosity given her man-candy bookends?
Maybe he thought she’d run if he didn’t hold on to her.
Or maybe he felt the same remainder of simmering intimacy that kept her too warm. She’d slept with him—and loved it.
She realized both Leese and Justice watched her. With a subdued nod, she allowed them to lead her outside.
Crisp, cold air filled the parking garage, undisturbed by the morning sunshine. She’d left her hair down to help keep her ears warm, and dressed in a bulky sweater over a long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, thick socks and the trusted boots.
Still she shivered.
Of course Leese noticed. “Start the car,” he told Justice. “I’ll put the luggage away.”
“You riding in back again?”
Leese gave her a long, level look. “Yeah.”
Shoving her hands in the pockets of her coat and ducking her face, Cat said, “You don’t have to babysit me. I’m not going anywhere.” Probably.
“We have to talk, remember?” He brought up her chin. “That’ll be easier to do if I’m sitting with you.”
Insane that his fingers were warm despite the cold. “Suit yourself.”
“I think I will.”