RINA

I definitely didn't like the way he said my name.

Most perps spat it out like a curse or mumbled it through broken teeth, but the way it rolled off his tongue felt like a caress. It felt heavy, dark, and entirely too intimate for a man I had just run off the road.

I didn't let my guard down. I kept the barrel of my Glock leveled at his chest as I closed the distance between us.

My boots crunched on the gravel, the only sound in the desolate stretch of industrial wasteland.

"Hands behind your back. Now," I barked. My voice was steady, but inside, my pulse...