Jen_C’s Reviews > Hiding in Park City > Status Update

Are you sure you know what you would be getting into?” She unclipped her insulin pump from the loop of her jeans and offered it to him on her palm. “If you take me, you have to take all this, too. Package deal, here. It’s part of who I am.” “I know. It’s part of what I love about you, Allie—the courage and strength inside you that helps you cope.

How could she have come to this? In love with the one man with the power to destroy her world? If only she had met and fallen in love with someone safe, someone she could have confided in. But she had been destined to love a hard, dedicated FBI agent who would not look with a shred of kindness on a woman who had virtually kidnapped her own children. Not with his own family history.

He refused to admit that he secretly hoped he might see Lisa and her girls pulling up while he was outside. The need to see her again—to reassure himself those incredible moments they had spent together hadn’t been just a dream—was intense, almost violent.

Slow down. One incredible evening together did not automatically translate to happily-ever-after. So why did a future with Lisa seem to fit so well? If he was stunned by the depth of his tenderness before, this turn of thought was absolutely staggering. A future with her? As in wedding rings and a house in suburbia and joint checking accounts? Impossible!

As it had done all too often that afternoon, even when he’d been talking to his mother, the memory of their kiss earlier in the morning played through his mind again, of the incredible rightness of having her in his arms. He had never experienced anything like it, that wild jumble of tenderness and sweetness and raw desire.

“You’re her son.” “Yeah. And I’m also the one responsible for the disappearance of her daughter.” His harsh words were spoken so low it took her a moment just to register and even longer to absorb them. He blamed himself for his sister’s kidnapping? Why? And what a terrible burden for a boy of twelve to carry!

He was surly and bad-tempered and aloof. Besides that, he was an FBI agent! The last man on the planet she should be thinking about in any kind of romantic way. All the rationalizations in the world couldn’t change the chemistry between them. He was attracted to her and she, heaven help her, shared that attraction.

She cleared her throat. “I’m going to rinse now.” Her voice jerked him back to sanity. What in the hell was the matter with him? His body was stirring like some randy teenager’s while he sat here fantasizing about a busybody nurse with a choppy haircut and secrets in her eyes. Maybe she ought to just turn that spray to cold and stick his whole head under.

What was it about Gage McKinnon that sent her hormones into a tailspin? The man was lethal. Even stiff and bad-tempered from the pain, he had a raw, masculine appeal. A wounded, grumpy soldier. He was obviously miserable and in considerable pain but he was standing firm on not taking the narcotics his doctors prescribed.

Maybe he’d been a little too optimistic about his own abilities. By the time Thom and Cale helped him out of the Suburban and into the blasted wheelchair he was going to have to use for the next several weeks—until he could bear weight on his less-injured leg and start using crutches—his head was spinning and his gut churned as if he’d just climbed off a killer roller coaster.