THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

energy balled in her womb and shattered. She made a sound of pleasure she’d never heard before. Heat zinged all the way to her nipples.
    Zane pumped several more powerful strokes and she stayed with him, loving the feel of him inside her. He exploded, growling out his pleasure as he filled her. She collapsed on him, laboring for air.
    He hugged her tight, his heart pounding beneath her.
    “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured.
    She glowed under the compliment and smiled. “I like it, too.” Her breathing had steadied when his hand swept down her spine then smoothed across her bottom.
    “What are you doing?” she asked suspiciously.
    “What do you want me to do?”  He grazed each cheek with his fingers.
    “Answering that would be dangerous.”
    His hand slid further down and under to toy with her, again. Got to love a man with long arms and great hands.
    She was close to giving in when his cell phone interrupted.
    “You better get that. It could be Trish.”  Angel rolled off of his chest.
    Zane’s grumble ended in a vicious curse by the time he reached over to the nightstand for the phone. “One day this thing is going out the window.” 
    He hit the on button and snapped, “Zane.”
    Angel slipped away to the bathroom when she heard him say, “She had it? Mom and baby healthy?”  Pause. “Congratulations, Ben.”
    ~*~
    Zane grinned, relieved to hear Ben’s good news. Angel’s shower roared on as Ben told him he was on his way to the lab.
    “I left you something else to check out when you get there,” Zane said.
    “What? Toe prints?” Ben joked.
    “Very funny. There’s a gold coin in your drop box, in a brown evidence envelope marked Personal. I took a chance leaving it, but getting into your office is almost as tough as penetrating Ft. Knox. Run a check to see if anything fitting that description has come up missing.”
    “Oh, man,” Ben moaned. “Don’t tell me this has to do with your vanishing girl.”
    “Okay, I won’t. Just let me know when you find out anything. I really appreciate this, Ben.”
    “I know, but this doesn’t sound like you. I hope you’ve got a good handle on her.”
    Ben had no idea how good a handle he’d just had, but that wasn’t something he’d share even with his best friend.
    The sound of a car door slamming came through the line. Ben said, “What the hell happened in Jacksonville? Got your voice mail.”
    “You know what I know. Everything was rocking along     just   fine  until  yesterday   morning.   Every shipment has been dead on the money. They oughta be begging me to take their contract, but now the damn thing’s a bust.”
    “Don’t write it off yet, Zane. Mac’s pissed. He sent Vance up to Jacksonville this morning to sort through the mess. If anyone can do damage control, Vance can.”
    That was one giant if . “Sorting out who has jurisdiction on this between the DEA and local authorities isn’t going to help my chances at this gig.”
    “Mac doesn’t give two shits about everyone playing nice. He wants bigger fish at High Vision. His resources say local authorities jumped too soon. Didn’t get what they expected. Somebody’s head will go on the block for busting a federal investigation. You talked to Mac yet?”
    “No.”  Zane wasn’t in a hurry to do that.
    “If he doesn’t call you in before Tuesday morning, you need to just show up. In the meantime, give Vance a chance to do his thing before you write the High Vision gig off completely. And whatever you do, don’t screw up your future because of this girl.” 
    “I’m being careful.”  Yeah, right .
    “You may hear back from me pretty soon. I just walked into my office.”
    “Thanks.”
    Zane dropped the phone on the stand and propped another pillow behind his head. He was still reeling. Last night had gone beyond his fantasies, but that wasn’t the problem.
    He reached over and ordered room service with enough selection to cover any taste.
    Angel had to be the one who’d stashed those coins in his boat curtains. She’d worked fervently to keep her identity hidden. If she had good intentions, why was she hiding the coins?
    Much as he tried to avoid the obvious, Angel had disaster stamped across her future in bold print. Everything he’d discovered pointed to criminal activities.
    So, what was his problem?
    For the first time in his life something wasn’t clearly right or wrong. And he couldn’t depend on cold objectivity. He cared too