Trap 'N' Trace (Federal K-9) by Tee O'Fallon

Author:Tee O'Fallon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Police Procedurals; Women's Adventure Fiction; City Life Fiction; Action & Adventure Romance; Contemporary American Fiction; Contemporary Romance; Mystery & Suspense Romance; Organized Crime; Federal K-9 Series; Lock N Load by Tee O’Fallon; Armed N Ready by Tee O’Fallon; Dark N Deadly by Tee O’Fallon; Trap N Trace by Tee O’Fallon; Bodyguard Protector Romance; Forced Proximity Romance; Opposites Attract Romance; Suspenseful Romance; Thriller Romance; Law Enforcement Romance; Entangled Publishing; Stand Alone Romance; Series Romance; Single Title Romance; Amara; Romantic Suspense; FBI agent; German Sheppard; New York City; New Jersey; Socialite; Billionairess
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Amara)
Published: 2020-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Kat woke to the French mantel clock ticking away on her nightstand. Green onyx surrounded the gilded metal face that told her she needed to get her lazy ass out of bed.

Turning her face into the pillow, she swore she could smell Dayne’s aftershave. She drew him into her lungs, reliving every lust-filled moment.

She snapped her eyes open. What am I doing? Daydreaming about what happened was self-destructive and would only get them both into trouble again. Damn him for comforting her and holding her while she cried her eyes out. Damn me for reaching for him.

“I’m an idiot,” she whispered.

Last night, when she’d gone downstairs, she’d lit into him. Now she felt horrible. The blame was more hers than it was his. She’d wanted something and taken it. Tried to, anyway. Acting recklessly was so outside the box for her. Everything about Dayne was outside her neat, always-tidy box. He’d done something to her that could never be undone.

He’d made her want him.

Despite their extreme differences, she’d genuinely begun to like him, and that only made it worse. Not only was she ridiculously attracted to him, now she had feelings for him. Strong feelings.

Last night, he’d been a perfect gentleman to people who didn’t deserve it. He’d done it for her. Because they were her friends. In the span of five days, he’d done more for her and exhibited more kindness to her than most people had. Then again, maybe it was only out of a sense of duty.

She flung back the covers and threw on a pair of black nylon sweatpants and racerback bra. After tying her hair in a high, tight ponytail, she tiptoed down the stairs, hoping to miss Dayne. Despite their nice little chat in the library last night, the awkwardness between them was still thick enough to cut with a knife.

Neither of the dogs or Dayne was in sight as she slunk through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. A quick stretch later and she was kicking and punching the living daylights out of the heavy bag hanging by a chain from the ceiling.

Jab-squat. Squat-kick. Of all the equipment in her gym, this was by far the most used piece. The bag’s leather cover was worn down in places from all the workouts she and Emily had given it over the years. Not having worked out for the past week made a difference. Sweat trickled down her temples. Her muscles ached, and her breaths came hard and fast.

Jab-cross-jab. Again, again, again. Her hair was soaked. Her bra stuck to her body. Keep moving. Don’t stop.

Forty minutes later, her chest heaved and she leaned over, resting her forearms on her thighs. Even her knuckle guards dripped with sweat.

“No wonder you broke his nose.”

Kat jerked her head up. If she hadn’t already been sucking in air, she would have gasped at the shock of finding Dayne watching her. With all her heavy breathing, she hadn’t heard him come down the stairs. Knowing he could have been there for several minutes made her self-conscious.

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