Talk Me Down. Victoria Dahl

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      “An ex kind of guy?”

      “Huh?” She raised her hands, palms up, and frowned as if he’d just asked if Cameron were a superhero. “Of course not. No. Why?”

      “No reason.” More secrets. Perfect.

      “So, cream and sugar?” She moved through the small kitchen with easy grace, completely comfortable wearing almost nothing in front of him. Who was this girl he’d known his whole life? This girl with secrets and…and…nipples?

      “Yes,” he heard himself answering. “Cream and sugar.”

      She flashed a smile over her shoulder as she poured. “A real man’s man, huh? Confident enough to drink girly coffee? I’m impressed.”

      “Girly coffee? Wow. Thanks, Molly.”

      “I said I was impressed.”

      “Right.”

      She handed him a cup, then leaned against the counter with her own mug clasped between two hands. Ben was very aware of her eyes taking him in, pausing on his chest and his mouth. He was very aware of her thighs, golden and rounded and totally off-limits and what the hell was he still doing here?

      He closed his eyes and raised the cup to his mouth.

      “So…” she said. “About that night…”

      Coffee exploded into his windpipe, burning and choking him. He wheezed and coughed until he could breathe again, then opened his eyes to her stunned laughter.

      “Are you okay?” she gasped.

      “You did that on purpose.”

      “Did what?”

      Ben set his cup down with a thunk. “I’d better go.”

      “It’s been ten years, Ben. I just wanted to apologize. I should never have walked in like that. And I certainly shouldn’t have watched.”

      He froze in the act of turning away. His muscles seized up as prickly heat spread over his skin and horror turned his stomach. “Excuse me?”

      “I didn’t know you had, um, company. And then I was just…”

      “What the hell do you mean, you watched?”

      “Oh…well…”

      “No. I looked up and you were standing there in the doorway. You’d just walked in.”

      “Yeah, um…there may have been a few seconds between my walking in and you noticing me. You were a little distracted by that blonde. She was—”

      “I know what she was doing. Jesus, Molly.”

      “Right. Anyhoo…I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I caused you any embarrassment.”

      Embarrassment? More like abject torture. Mortification. Guilt. The knowledge that he’d corrupted a young girl. The utter shock in her eyes when Ben had looked up to see her there, both hands pressed to her mouth. The endless moment when his muscles had refused to react, when he’d tried to stop his date’s avid attentions. Ben hadn’t been able to fully enjoy a blow job for two years afterwards.

      And now Molly was confessing that she’d been standing there for…how long?

      “Oh, Jesus.” He pressed a sweaty hand to his fore head. “You were just a kid.”

      “Ah…Yeah, not really. I lost my virginity that night, and I turned eighteen a week later. And then there was college.”

      “Stop it!” Ben slammed both hands over his ears. “Oh, my God!”

      Her muffled laugh echoed through his head. “Ben, what is wrong with you?”

      A picture of himself suddenly flashed before his eyes. He was standing in Molly Jennings’s kitchen with his eyes clenched shut and his hands over his ears. Ben forced his heart to slow and lowered his hands. A little dignity here, Chief.

      He let out a long breath. “You were like a little sister to me. It was very disturbing.”

      “Oh, it disturbed me as well. But if it makes you feel any better…” She leaned closer as if to confess a secret. One corner of her soft mouth quirked up. “You were never like a brother to me, Ben Lawson.”

      “I…”

      She leaned closer still, just six inches away. Ben could smell coffee and something soft and sweet. Her shampoo or lotion or some other feminine thing. Her lips flushed a dusky pink that drew his eyes like a magnet as they smiled at him.

      “And you definitely weren’t like a brother to me after that night.”

      “Molly…” Good God. “I don’t suppose you’re just staying for the winter, are you?”

      She pulled back and frowned. “No, why?”

      “No reason. I’ve gotta go. Get a real car and check the flue before you fire up the woodstove. Bye.”

      “Thank you, Officer!” she called as he rushed for the door.

      The cold air slapped him back to reality as soon as he stepped outside. Ben slammed the door behind him and made himself stop rushing. He rolled his shoulders and set his jaw.

      Yes, Molly had grown up into a hot woman, but she was still off-limits. Nothing had changed. Nada.

      He was almost to his truck when a white pickup approached from the west. It slowed, coming nearly to a stop before it rolled by Ben’s truck. Through the window, Ben spied the gawking, wrinkled face of Miles Webster, proprietor of the town’s biweekly newspaper, if one could call it that.

      “Shit,” Ben whispered.

      He met Miles’s eyes, careful not to show trepidation or guilt. You’ve got nothing on me, old man, he transmitted through his gaze. Then the man’s eyes shifted, and Ben followed, turning to look toward Molly’s house.

      There she stood, waving, framed like a picture in the doorway, the early morning light glowing off her bare legs.

      “Oh, shit,” Ben groaned.

      Miles offered a smug grin when Ben turned back, then he sped off in a cloud of diesel fumes.

      Ben had managed to stay out of the paper’s gossip section for thirty-two years. Come Thursday that was going to change.

      And if there was anything he hated more than secrets, it was scandal.

      HER COMPUTER SEEMED to be purring at her when Molly sat down to work that morning. Or maybe that was just her body. She’d gotten her groove back and she could feel it. Hoo-yeah.

      She knew what her next story would be. Months had passed with not a flicker of an idea, but now she СКАЧАТЬ