There were too many coincidences for them to be truly coincidences. Either Special Agent Shauna Morgan knew who, and where, Jane Doe was.
Or, she was Jane Doe.
Now, well past nine, he sat on his couch, watching old sitcoms alone. Shauna had gone to bed right after dinner. They’d talked a little about nothing. He’d tried to get her to relax and open up. If she was Jane Doe, she’d have to know by now he was on her side. But she stayed clammed up all through dinner and then went off to her room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He didn’t like pondering, so he turned up the volume on the TV, but it didn’t help. Regardless of who Shauna was, he still wanted her. That bugged the hell out of him.
“Travis?” Shauna’s voice rang in his ears, soft and sweet.
“Hmm.” He turned to see her, standing in his kitchen, barefoot with his damned shirt and boxers on. “God, that’s just way too sexy.”
Letting out a breath, she said, “I need talk to you.” She held a folder in her hands.
He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to become ungentlemanly and rip his boxers off her. He stood and stared at her.
Watching her lips move, he had the undeniable urge to touch them. Quickly, he hushed her with his finger.
“Talk later.” The pink flesh of her mouth quivered as he glided his thumb across her lower lip.
She stared at him with a mixture of passion and fear. At present, his passion was painfully obvious.
Her eyes closed and she leaned into his palm, taking his wrist in her hands. “We can’t.” A tear escaped her closed lids.
“Did Chester rape you?” He dropped his hand.
She shook her head and opened her eyes. “I wasn’t raped in Saratoga and it was a stranger.” Her face tensed and rage poured from her as she hit her hand against the wall. “Damn it! I can’t remember his face. I couldn’t remember enough to give the police anything to go on.”
“What can you remember?” He kept his voice soft and calm. The last thing she needed was for him to lose control. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the sofa. “Tell me what you do remember.”
“I wanted him to stop. I fought back, kicked him. But he just laughed at me.” Her body stiffened. “I…I wish I knew something.”
“They never caught him? Do you know if he raped others?” Travis controlled his breathing. Either he had another man to hunt down or Jane Doe had found him.
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