Her biggest fear was that Flynn would walk away before she could even start to worry about him not coming home.

Walking away from him had been almost impossible. But she loved him too much to do otherwise. Because by simply existing, she was putting him and anyone he cared for in mortal danger. She wished it was different…

It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.”
“Right after I get my head examined.

He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

Can you hyperventilate a little quieter?” he whispered.

How good would Flynn be in bed – a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She’d seen and handled enough of his body to create a solid mental picture of him naked. Very solid. Honed, strong, with a dusting of blond hair on his tanned chest and maybe a few tattoos. Long muscular legs, a sculpted butt, a narrow waist sliding into a broad back that would undulate under her fingers as he moved against her.