Hitting the Mark

She unrolled a long strip of duct tape.

“Danni, stop this. You’re making a mistake,” he blurted.

Danni shook her head. “I doubt it. You picked the wrong mark, ace.”

“Mark? What are you talking about?”

“Someone has to save my father.”

“Danni, whatever it is you think you know, you’re wrong. Let me expl—”

“Save your explanation. It will all just be more lies.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and she grabbed at the opportunity to secure his mouth.

“What is it you once told me, Eric? You didn’t believe in chance. Well, you made a convert. I don’t believe in chance either. Only making my own opportunities. And I’m making one now. You seduced me to get to my father, and now you’re going to pay.”

1

Two Weeks Earlier

DANNI BALANCED the laundry basket on her hip as she stepped out of the dry Nevada heat, and into the humidity of the Save ’n’ Wash. No one did their laundry on a Wednesday afternoon, so it was the perfect time to study. For some reason, just starting school when most people her age would have been finishing made her feel a twinge unsure. Funny how going straight could do that to a person. She’d always felt cool and in control while on the grift.

She’d been born to play the game. Or so her father had always told her. And taught her.

Not worth thinking about now. Danni blinked to allow her eyes to adjust to the inside light, and set her basket down on an empty table. Her textbook lay on top of her dirty clothes. She had more than two years ahead of her, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She’d carefully pushed her change into the slot, when a shadow fell across her arm.

“Do you have any dryer sheets? I must have left mine back at the hotel.”

Danni glanced up to match the sexy voice to the shadow. She had heard some pickup lines before, in fact, she’d heard that exact pickup line in the Laundromat, but never from someone like this. Someone who didn’t need cheesy words because his very presence was an open invitation.

Tall and dark and rugged.

Her breath hitched. She’d always gone for the rebels. Long hair, no job and an air of total irresponsibility. Bonus points for lack of sensitivity, except for something useless like his bad music or his dirty poetry. Those were the kind of guys who rocked her world.

But this wasn’t a guy. This was a man.

Despite the corporate cut to his dark hair, he exuded a jagged undercurrent of danger. No rebellion…just promise. She swallowed. This man was gulp worthy. A snug, navy T-shirt molded his proud chest and shoulders. Danni kept a tight rein on her eyes. Do not lower.

She met his gaze. She found humor in the darkness of his brown eyes. And expectation. Oh yeah, he was waiting on her to answer. Dryer sheet. That was it.

Time to work it.

“For a dollar,” she told him.

He raised an eyebrow. “You want a dollar for one dryer sheet?”

Danni shrugged. “You’re welcome to go to the store.”

A touch of frustration mixed with the humor already in his eyes. He stuffed his fingers into the front pocket of his well-worn jeans. And they fit him well. Nice flat stomach, narrow hips. Fine-looking package. Okay, so she looked lower. Big deal. He pulled out a five.

“I can even make you change,” she said with a smile.

She could imagine it right now. Slide him three bucks and a dryer sheet, pocket the extra. Daddy had taught her well.

But she wouldn’t. Because damn it, she was determined to be an honest person.

Also, a very rude one. Rudeness kept people away, and that’s how she liked it. It was the way it had to be. When people got close to you, they began expecting things. Wanting to know personal, private details.

He pushed the money into her hand. His long, lean fingers warm and strong as he folded her fingers around the cash. “If you need it that badly, keep the whole five.” The man took one of her sheets, turned his back and tossed it into one of the oversized dryers in the corner.

He looked just as good from the back as he did from the front.

Shoving the bill into her pocket, Danni was at a loss. She’d come out on top in this little encounter. Hadn’t she?

Danni grabbed her book and sat. Freeing her mind to the wide-open world of court reporting, she tried to forget the man. She should be memorizing the abbreviation for parenthesis. She had a mock deposition to study for. Uh-huh, that was irony there.

Her gaze strayed to the man folding his socks. What if he started folding his underwear? What if he didn’t?

Despite the thinness of her T-shirt, she broke out in a light sweat. This was a man who deserved underwear speculation. He also took the fun out of it by giving her all five bucks.

And yet that made him even sexier.

Maybe she hadn’t needed to be that rude. But the man stirred up every instinct not to talk to him. Perhaps that was a good thing—her track record with men was awful. And she always went with her gut. So should she go against it for once, and go for him instead? The last of his clothes were already dry, there wouldn’t be much more of an opportunity.

Grabbing a dryer sheet, she walked to the table where he stood shaking out another pair of well-worn jeans. He didn’t react as she approached. She waved the dryer sheet in his field of vision. The flowery scent of a summer day wafted between them. At least that was the scent mentioned on the package.

Mr. Gorgeous turned toward her and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m waving the dryer sheet white flag of peace. Maybe I was a little rude back there.”

“A little?” he asked, his voice low and rumbly. And very, very sexy.

“It should be two dryer sheets for a dollar. I misquoted the price earlier.” Okay, if he could work “dryer sheets” into a cheesy pickup line, so could she.

Without touching her, he tugged the sheet from her fingers.

In spite of the white flag, she refused to give up. “Actually, the going rate for five dollars is two dryer sheets and a cup of coffee.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out his bill. “And I just happen to have five dollars.”

“I just happen to be thirsty.” The humor reappeared in his dark eyes.

“There’s a coffee shop at the end of this block. Why don’t I meet you there in about thirty minutes? My clothes should be dry by then.”

“Thirty minutes it is,” he told her.

But she knew the truth. He wouldn’t show up. Sure, he’d accepted, but then who wouldn’t in order to get the crazy person at the Laundromat away from them? Besides, he was definitely corporate. Corporate never went for her.