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Annette passed Rosie to her, grabbed her son’s hand, and ushered him toward the nearest bathroom. Rosie shook the water bottle and then offered it to Brock.

“For me? Why, thank you.” He took the bottle, shook it ferociously, and passed it back to her. Rosie pumped her legs with excitement and held up the bottle. “Bubbles!” she cried again.

Brock tickled her beneath her chin, and she let loose another laugh. “God, she’s adorable.”

Dani bounced the toddler on her lap. “Want to hold her?”

“Sure.” He scooped her up and stood her on his lap. She squealed, lifted the water bottle, and brought it down on his head. Brock shook his head exaggeratedly and another hysterical laugh ripped from her little belly. Six pearly teeth revealed themselves.

Dani stifled her laugh with her hand and Brock grinned. He lowered Rosie so she sat on his lap, but she scrambled to stand again. Then she reached up, grabbed his hat, and threw it into the middle of the aisle.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

“I’ll get it.” Dani stepped over his outstretched legs and bent to scoop up the hat. As she straightened, her gaze fell on a middle-aged woman who was staring at her with laser focus. Her brown eyes darkened, and she turned to look out the window.

A ball of fear wound itself up in Dani’s chest. Her blood pressure spiked, and she fought the urge to grab Brock and run. All the blood left her head and rushed to her toes. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. If the woman tipped off one of the crew members, the cops would be waiting at the next stop. She handed Brock the hat, returned to her seat, and leaned into his shoulder.

“I think we’re being watched.”

Chapter

Eleven

As soon as the train stopped, Brock steered Dani down the aisle with his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing past the other passengers. Someone yelped and made a sound of annoyance. Dani’s hushed apology reached his ears, but he urged her on. He threw a glance over his shoulder and the woman Dani had spotted watching them stood. Shit.

They stepped off the train and he led Dani into the station and to a small nook where a wall of vending machines waited. He pressed her back to one of the tall boxes and yanked some items from his bag.

“Here, put this over your hair,” he said, passing her a light blue beany. She fit the material over her head and combed her hair to the side. He yanked a navy-blue shirt overtop of the one he wore and swapped his hat for the brown fedora he’d bought at the last depot. He watched while Dani fit her arms into a white zip-up hoodie.

“I’m glad we thought to buy a change of clothes just in case. We should get to our terminal. If we’re quick enough she might not catch us.”

Brock firmed his mouth and kept his body pressed to Dani’s while he peered around the edge of the vending machine. “No. That’s what they’d expect us to do. We’re better off letting them think we left already. We can catch a later train.”

She huffed, and he didn’t need to look at her face to know she’d rolled her eyes. “Maybe I misread her. I mean, I don’t think paranoia is uncommon in this situation.”

Brock had gotten a good look at the woman’s face after Dani had whispered her warning on the train. Shoulder-length bleached-blonde hair curled up at the ends, brown eyes, stalky build, no older than forty-five. He searched the crowd for her black peacoat, but it was like spotting a spec of pepper on asphalt—almost everyone wore black.

“Never second-guess your gut instinct,” he said next to her ear, keeping his eyes on the crowd.

She pushed her fists against his chest, but he didn’t move. “Brock, I want to see.”

“Uh-uh.”

She huffed and shifted her hips against his. Desire pounded through his veins, and he dragged his attention from the milling people to meet her impatient glare. Her lips puckered, tinting the pouty flesh to a deep pink. She wet her bottom lip and his cock throbbed. God, she had the most kissable, fuckable mouth. She must have read his mind because her breasts thrust forward against his chest. Too much material shielded her nipples from him, but he’d bet dollars to donuts they were hard little buds.

Heat swirled below his belt. Jesus Christ, if he didn’t get a lid on his lust he’d rip off her clothes and fuck her against the damn vending machines. Hell, given the blazing blues in her eyes, she probably wouldn’t protest.

The shrill ring of a phone snapped his gaze to the bustling depot. In the middle of the crowd stood the woman. She stared down at her phone and then looked up at the chairs lining the wall adjacent to the vending machines.

Brock ducked his head and sealed his lips over Dani’s, shielding their faces.

“Mmm,” Dani squeaked, surging to her toes. Her belly crushed against his dick and the aroma of peppermint mixed with that of fresh hair dye tingled his senses. He moved his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. She flicked hers in an erotic dance and he coaxed hers to slide between his teeth. He sucked on her delicate flesh and a deep, primitive moan rolled out of her throat.

She curled her hands into the front of his shirt, anchoring him to her. He moved his hand to cup her thigh then slid it around the curve of her leg to weigh her perfect ass cheek in his palm. Bringing her tighter against his shaft he licked deeper into her mouth. She broke away from his kiss but kept her lips pressed lightly against his.

“What was that for?”

“She was about to look in our direction.” The words fell from his tongue before he could stop them. Hell, it was an excuse at best. He’d wanted to kiss her—needed to. She cleared her throat and rubbed her finger beneath her chin but didn’t pull too far away. No one would see her face unless he drew back.