Chapter 31

Jack tore open the door from his hiding place and streaked down the hall. On his way past, he cast a heated glance into the bedroom, right at her, a glance that said he remembered every kiss, every touch between them—and that as far as he was concerned, they weren’t done. A quick glance down his muscled chest covered in a tight black T-shirt, past those six-pack abs… Oh, hell. He was hard. There was no mistaking that bulge.

Need slammed into her belly. Her gaze flew back to his.

“We’ll talk later.”

About sex. He didn’t speak it, but the words hung in the air.

“I have nothing to say,” she protested automatically.

Talking about sex would only make her want to have it with Jack again. Bad idea. Already, she was more fixated on him than was smart, more than she’d ever been on a man—even the one she’d agreed to marry once upon a time. She just needed to evade this stalker, figure out who it was, and get back to her job and the sanity of her life in L.A.