Single Mum's Bodyguard. Lisa Childs

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СКАЧАТЬ They didn’t break in,” she murmured. “I just heard the door open.”

      He kept staring at her. She’d known his eyes were brown but she saw now, with the light glinting in them, that they were more golden than dark. “You didn’t lock it?” he asked.

      She shook her head. “No. No. Of course it was locked. I made sure that it was.”

      Hadn’t she?

      She reached out for her son, but her hands were still shaking. Not with fear now but with nerves.

      His intense stare unnerved her.

      “You can give him back to me,” she said.

      Blue had stopped crying, practically the moment Dane had taken him away from her. And he stared, too, up at the man holding him. His pale eyes were wide with awe. He should have been used to big men with his uncle being nearly the size of a giant. But maybe it wasn’t Dane’s size that awed him. It was his aura.

      She felt it, too. She’d felt it the very first time she’d met him. He was a man of power and control. A man who let little get to him or get in his way.

      “I have him,” he said, as if he didn’t trust her with her own son. He turned and headed toward the stairs. “These steps are steep and narrow,” he said.

      “I know.” She’d climbed them in such haste and fear that she’d nearly tripped up every one of them. She’d been carrying her sleeping son, so she’d been careful with him. “I brought Blue up here and never woke him,” she said.

      Dane ignored her and easily descended the narrow stairs. For such a big man, he moved silently, almost gracefully. He wasn’t the one she’d heard walking around the house earlier. Heck, she’d thought she was alone when the door had opened, and he’d shone his light and his gun in her face.

      “Which room is his?” he asked. He didn’t wait for her answer before carrying her son right into the nursery.

      She started to regret calling him. For one, he still didn’t hand her son back to her. He cradled the baby in his palms. But maybe he forgot he held him since he wasn’t looking at the child.

      He kept looking at her. And that was the other reason she thought she shouldn’t have called him. He kept staring at her so oddly, his caramel eyes darkening with his intensity.

      She shivered and said, “Stop looking at me like that...”

      “Like what?” he asked.

      “Like I’m losing my mind.” Because if he kept looking at her like that, she might start believing that she was. “And I’m not,” she insisted, but her voice cracked on a note that sounded curiously close to hysteria.

      Blue tensed and his little face screwed up as if he were about to cry again. But Dane rocked him a little and murmured, “Shhh, little guy, it’s all right.”

      Emilia shook her head and said, “It’s not all right. Nothing’s all right.”

      Dane’s eyes darkened even more with anger. And finally he put down her son, laying him in his crib. Then he turned toward her and, despite the anger in his eyes, gently brushed his knuckles over the bruise on her shoulder.

      “What’s going on?” he asked. “Who’s hurting you?”

      She shivered even though his touch heated her skin and her blood. “I don’t know.”

      “You don’t know who’s hurting you?” he asked skeptically, like he thought she was lying to protect someone. And she realized his anger was for that someone. “You don’t know who did this to you?” He skimmed his fingertips gently over her shoulder again.

      “No, no,” she said as she realized what he was thinking. “Nobody bruised me.” Again. She’d had her share of them from being held hostage back when she’d actually had the energy to fight. But then she’d gotten so sick.

      If Lars and Nikki hadn’t rescued her when they had...

      She wouldn’t have survived.

      “You really ran into a door?” he asked, his deep voice full of doubt now.

      She knew what it sounded like. But she wasn’t involved with anyone. She might never be brave enough to trust anyone ever again.

      “Yes,” she said. “But it was because I heard crying—”

      “Blue,” he said and glanced down at the quiet baby.

      She shook her head. “It wasn’t Blue. I keep hearing this crying...” Tears stung her eyes. “But it’s not Blue.”

      “A bad dream?” he asked.

      “I’m awake,” she said. “I feel like I’m always awake now.”

      A look passed through his eyes. It wasn’t judgment. It was recognition. Did he also have trouble sleeping?

      Lars wouldn’t talk about his deployments—didn’t want to share what were probably terrifying details with her. But she could imagine that whatever he and the other members of his unit, like Dane, had seen might haunt them.

      What was her excuse?

      Sure, she had been through some trauma, but only for weeks. Not months like Dane and her brother had endured. She doubted Dane would be any more willing to talk about their deployments than Lars was.

      So she continued, “And even though I’m awake, I keep hearing that crying, but I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.”

      He was staring at her again like he suspected it was all in her head.

      “Stop,” she implored him.

      He lifted his shoulders. “Stop what?”

      “Stop looking at me like that.” Tears stung her eyes. And now she knew where the crying was coming from, as a sob slipped through her lips. She was crying now.

      And those big hands that had cradled her son so gently closed around her now, drawing her against his chest. “Shhh,” he murmured, like he had to her son. His strong hands moved over her back now, sliding up and down as if petting her.

      She found herself instinctively burrowing closer, seeking his warmth and his strength. He was so big. So strong. She felt safe.

      He made her feel other things—things that frightened her even more than the crying and the creak of that door opening.

      “It’s okay,” he murmured.

      Like she had before, she protested, “No, it’s not.” Her words were muffled in his shirt and the hard muscles of his chest. It wasn’t all right what she was feeling now—in his arms—the tingling, the heat, the desire.

      She shivered, and his arms slid around her, holding her closer. Her heart pounded madly.

      What she’d been thinking wasn’t all right, either. That she was going crazy. СКАЧАТЬ