Agent in Training by Jerri Drennen Page A

watch the car hit her. Her body tightened, waiting for the impact... Someone rammed into her, and they rolled until they hit a concrete wall. Shiloh’s breath caught in her chest.
    The sound of tires squealing forced her to open her eyes. She saw a black car speeding off, its taillights flashing as it hit a speed bump and bounced.
    Nick lay on her, looking down into her face, a black smudge covering his left cheek. His breath came in deep, labored gasps.
    With tenderness, he brushed a strand of her hair away from her nose. “You okay?”
    Shiloh nodded. “You saved my life.”
    Nicholas grinned. “Don’t tell anyone upstairs, all right? I’ll never hear the end of it.”
    She returned his smile then became acutely aware of his weight crushing her. “I hate to sound ungrateful, but could you get off me?”
    “Yeah, sure.” He blushed, something Shiloh had never seen him do before. A sign of vulnerability. She liked that. Maybe there were other interesting things she didn’t know about him––and suddenly she wanted to find out.
    Her senses instantly rebelled when he relinquished his contact. The man definitely had an appeal. But she had to keep fighting it or she’d end up in his arms again, and a few caresses wouldn’t be enough this time.
    She’d have to have all of him.
     
    Nick stared at Shiloh as his breath slowly returned to normal. Her fiery hair was in total disarray and dirt covered her face, but she still looked good enough to make a meal of. Just the idea made his cock jump to attention. The woman was sex, pure and simple, and all he could think about was indulging in a little gratuitous gluttony. He didn’t give a flying flip that it was against DNS policy. He wanted to spend a night with her in his arms so he could get the damned woman out of his system. For once he wished he could read minds, because he’d give anything to know if she felt the same.
    Nick extended his hand to help her up, and was pleased when she took it. The contact was like a lightning bolt sapping his strength.
    He swallowed convulsively. Damn, what was wrong with him?
    Once she stood, he noted the gash on her knee. “You’re hurt. Let me call upstairs and have them run the plates on that Town Car before I forget. We need a team down here to look for slugs, then we’ll call for an ambulance.”
    “I don’t need one. I’m fine.” Nick glanced at her knee again. She was probably right. It was just a scratch. He grabbed his phone and dialed DNS headquarters, relayed all pertinent information, then hung up and re-clipped his phone onto his belt.
    “Do you have a first aid kit in your trunk?”
    She nodded.
    “Where are your keys?”
    “I don’t know. I had them.” She searched around. “There they are.” She pointed to the ground next to her car.
    Nick picked them up and popped the trunk.
    He rummaged around and found it under a large folder that read: Alzheimer’s Research. Why would the director have something like that in her trunk? Did she know someone with the disease? Obviously, there was more to Shiloh Templar than he knew.
    Once he retrieved the kit, he slammed the trunk, and returned to her. Three agents appeared from the darkened tunnel, one of them his partner.
    “What happened?” Hank asked, his face lined with concern.
    “Someone took potshots at Director Templar,” Nick informed them.
    “Do you have any idea how many?” Agent Bryant asked.
    “At least a clip,” Shiloh said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
    “Any idea why?” Freeman smirked at Nick. “And how did you get to the scene so fast, Trent?”
    “I called him. I saw Agent Trent leave the office and knew he’d be close,” Shiloh answered for Nick.
    Freeman took a small notepad out of his sports jacket and started writing, then looked at them again. “I see, and what did you see, Trent, when you got here?”
    “The director was getting up from the ground in front of her Lexus and a black Town Car was racing toward her. I