Page 43 of Ranger's Last Call

Her collarbone.

The curve of her chest.

Her breath shivered.

Her hands slid under my shirt.

“Wolf…” she whispered, arching. “I want to feel your body against mine.”

I kissed her again—slow, deep, claiming—and her soft moan just about undid me.

I pulled my shirt off, tossed it somewhere behind me, and lowered myself over her, skin to skin—

CRRKK—

A noise.

Not outside.

Inside.

Right down the hall.

Nora froze.

I lifted my head, every instinct flipping from desire to lethal focus.

Another sound.

A soft creak.

Floorboard.

Inside her house.

My voice dropped to a whisper.

“Nora. Stay behind me.”

Her eyes widened. “Is he—inside?”

I didn’t answer.

I reached for the handgun on her nightstand—the same one I’d set there minutes earlier.

Silent. Controlled.

Deadly.

And I stepped into the dark hallway.

Someone else was in the house.

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Wolf

The hallway stretched in front of me—dark, silent, every shadow suddenly too deep.