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they were at least inside in a more comfortable place before springing this on him.
Keegan used his thumb to trace Brennan s bottom lip, trying to distract him. He did a hell of a job
distracting himself in the process. The plump pink tissue making up Brennan s mouth called to him,
begged to be kissed. But there were things they needed to talk about, so he didn t give in.
Much.
He reached blindly for the garage-door opener and pressed the button, closing them into darkness,
and then slowly leaned forward and took Brennan s mouth with his. He d come to crave the taste of
the other man, couldn t get enough of him. Couldn t wait to see him stretched out, naked on his bed,
legs spread, cock hard and his hole lubed and ready.
For the first time since reacting to the box back in his apartment, Brennan relaxed. His shoulders
slumped, and Keegan felt the release of breath he d been holding. One set of Brennan s fingers tangled
in Keegan s hair while the other twisted a knot in Keegan s shirt at his waist.
Their tongues danced, rubbing together, and their lips melded, sealing the world out.
And if he didn t put a stop to this, they were going to end up fucking in the car in his garage like
teenagers trying not to get caught.
Breathing hard, Keegan broke the kiss. He put his forehead on Brennan s. It was a position he was
fast coming to love because it put them eye to eye and nose to nose, their breaths intermingling like
they were drowning in each other s souls.
Jesus, you re addicting. He licked his lips, savoring the flavor of Brennan on his skin.
Brennan snorted. Just call me crack.
I can get you anything you want, you know. Crack, dope, meth, acid
Dammit, Tonya, I need a name. Nothing else. Come on. You know what s going on and you know
who s running it.
Tonya swallowed, and for the first time showed true fear. She turned away from him, her hands
shaking and her foot jerking back and forth in a frantic rhythm. Finally she looked at him. They ll
kill me.
I can keep you safe. I can get you out of here, out of this life, but you ve got to help me nail them.
Her eyes swam with desperation and despair. A second later she leaped from the booth, her gaze
swinging everywhere but to him, and she whispered, I need a ride.
Goddammit, Brennan. Both of Keegan s hands were holding Brennan s head when his eyes
refocused. What the fuck? I hate when you do that.
I ll try and stop. Brennan s voice cracked as if he d been sleeping for a while.
Jesus. Fuck. Keegan sucked in a breath. His jaw bunched as he ground his teeth.
Brennan swallowed. I m sorry.
God. Don t be sorry. Come on. Let s get you inside. Get some food in you, and we ll talk.
The only thing Brennan could do was follow Keegan into his house. The kitchen was surprisingly
contemporary with stainless-steel appliances, a pot rack above the island and glass cabinets.
A half-filled coffeepot sat in the corner near the fridge and an empty glass near the sink. They d
walked through a mudroom complete with a pile of laundry in front of the washer. Those were the
only things that said the house was lived in. The place was spotless.
Keegan dropped the box on the island and stalked over to the fridge. Brennan shook his head. He
hadn t even seen Keegan pick the box up. He put his bag of clothes next to the doorway that led to an
equally clean living room and smiled.
Do you actually live here?
Yes. But I haven t been here much lately because I was undercover for a while, so I ve had a friend
keeping the place up for me. His gaze traveled the kitchen. She does a good job.
Mmm& She?
Yes, she. A neighbor, Keegan said, apparently reading Brennan s mind. Kinda thought you knew
I was gay.
Brennan nearly choked on his own spit. He spun around to find Keegan thumbing through a pile of
coupons.
Pizza?
Sounds good. Ham. And& that& stuff& He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. Spicy.
B-brown.
One of Keegan s eyebrows rose. Pepperoni?
Yeah. He hung his head. Jesus, Brennan, fucking pepperoni. How hard is that?
Got it. Keegan ordered their pizza and some wings, and Brennan was thankful the man hadn t
acted weird when Brennan couldn t even recall a pizza topping.
Beer? Keegan hung the phone in its cradle and opened the fridge. When he bent over, Brennan s
mouth went dry. The man had a world-class ass. Beer?
What? Oh, no. I-I& Not with my m-meds.
Right. Sorry. Coke?
Sure. Brennan took the can when Keegan handed it to him.
The pizza ll be here in thirty minutes or so. Why don t we look at these clippings and decide what
to do next?
Brennan hesitated in reaching for the box that had been meant to blow his head off. You weren t
the target yesterday, were you?
Keegan grabbed the box and then took Brennan s hand, the touch alone lending him a strength he
hadn t been aware was missing. They walked to the couch where Keegan urged him to sit and then
plopped down next to him. Their thighs touched from knee to hip, and their shoulders bumped.
With a flick of his wrist, Keegan flipped the top off the box. Nestled inside was the device, and
surrounding it, several newspaper clippings. With a sigh, Brennan plucked one out and eyed the
picture of himself. The article detailed the crash, an IA detective over the side of the mountain pulled
from the wreckage alive, severe head trauma, no evidence it was anything other than an accident.
The woman next to him screamed as the car went airborne.
He jerked the next one out. IA Detective Brennan McGuire Involved in a One-Car Accident, Life
Hanging in the Balance.
What s going on, Brennan?
The third said the same.
Fuck. Hold on, Tonya.
And the fourth and the fifth and the sixth.
The scrunch of metal grated on his ears, and the jarring impact threw him forward into the steering
wheel. Tonya shoved her arms forward to grab the dash. We re gonna die!
He spread them out on his lap, his gaze swinging from one to the next. There s not one mention of
a woman.
No.
It s l-like she wasn t there.
No.
But she was. I d gone to her at a truck stop where she finally said we could meet. I d b-been trying
to get her statement for a m-month. She was s-scared to talk. To give me a name.
Lieutenant Caden. Tonya whispered the words he d waited to hear for so long. His heart stopped.
Fuck. This went way beyond a couple of cops on the take.
Kristen Caden?
Liquid-blue eyes met his. Her chin wobbled when she nodded. I saw her taking Lisa.
Lisa Patrow had been the fifteenth girl to go missing. A hooker, yes, but she d only been fifteen.
Jesus Christ. Brennan swung his attention to Keegan, only then noticing how tightly he gripped
the man s hand. It was the fucking lieutenant.
Keegan swore long and hard. No wonder someone s after you. With your memories returning, they
had to shut you up before you remembered it all.
Brennan slouched in the seat, one of the articles clutched loosely in his hand. But why this? If they
wanted m-me dead, why this?
Fuck if I know. After standing, Keegan pulled his cellphone from his pocket and called someone.
He paced to the front window where he carefully peeled back the curtain so he could peek outside.
Brennan returned his attention to the papers. How? How had there not been one mention of a
woman? Of Tonya Lewis, if that really was her name. She d either died in the resultant fire of the
wreck or been thrown from the car like him. So had she survived? If so, where was she?
Keegan s shoes entered Brennan s field of vision, their toes touching. I ve got someone looking
into it. The man leaned over, put a knuckle under Brennan s chin and tilted his head back. We ll
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