Chapter EighteenTabatha slipped out of bed and crossed the room to the roughly-hewn cabinet beside the window. She threw water from the basin over her face and dried herself with a nearby towel. Naked, the goosebumps sprouted across her breasts but she did not care. The warmth of him lingered across her midriff and she closed her eyes at the memory. A man such as he could give her everything she ever wanted, ever needed. Perhaps, in return, he might fulfil her most pressing desire. To kill Simms.
She saw him in her mind's eye, the detective's lean body, his hands lifting her, easing himself inside her. Dodd was good, but Simms … In another life, another world, they could have found love. But he used her, his passion, his thoughtfulness, all a sham. Out on the plains, with her father and s
