Criminally Handsome

“Thank you for coming over here so quickly,” she said.

“My pleasure.” Earlier he’d been thinking he should stay at her house as a bodyguard. Now he had another reason altogether. He wanted to be here, wanted to be with her. “I should get going. To the café.”

Shyly, she bit her lower lip. “Hurry back.”

EMMA WATCHED THROUGH the front window as Miguel climbed onto his Harley and drove away. Calling him had been one of the best decisions she’d ever made.

Humming along to Mozart, she meandered into the kitchen, where she sorted through a few things she could cook for tomorrow. Cooking for Miguel? The thought was both exciting and terrifying. Her culinary talents had never progressed beyond making a salad. Preparing an elaborate dinner for one didn’t interest her.

After a little tidying up, she went into her bedroom, placed Jack on the comforter and stretched out beside him. Since her reading time was limited to short spurts between baby care, magazines had taken the place of books. The glossy pages flipped through her fingers and landed on an article titled, “How To Make Him Hot For You.”

She scanned the checklist: perfume, lip gloss, smoky eyes, flirty clothes. Touch him frequently. Find out what you have in common. “Not much,” she said to Jack. “We’re pretty much opposites.”

And she was far too mature to follow the advice of a magazine article. “But maybe a dab of perfume wouldn’t hurt.”

When she rose from the bed, she saw Grandma Quinn standing in the doorway. Her voice was a thin whisper. “Emma, get out of the house. There’s danger.”

“What?”

“Take the baby and run.”

Chapter Five (#ulink_c6f0626c-816e-52aa-abe7-7e498c9cfdcc)

Fear chased Emma backward in time—all the way back to when she was a child. Grandma Quinn had warned her of danger, told her to run away and save herself. In a way, she’d been running ever since. She’d spent her life avoiding risk, keeping safe.