He didn’t want anyone finding him here come first light. Which was why he had parked his truck on a secluded boat landing off the levee road a quarter mile away. If word leaked of an association between the defendant and the key witness in the brutality case, there would be hell to pay for both of them.He didn’t wake Annie. He had no desire to wrestle with more questions. She had needed him, he had wanted her—it was as simple and as complex as that.He didn’t want to wonder where it would go from here. He didn’t want to wonder why Antoinette, of all women, when he had allowed himself no woman in longer than he could remember. He had spent the last year trying to rebuild himself. There had been nothing left to give beyond what he gave to the job. He wouldn’t have said he had anything to give now, when he was backed into yet another corner and in danger of losing not only his career but his identity. And yet, he found himself drawn to this woman. His accuser.Antoinette, young, fresh, unspoiled.
