Hard Justice. Lori Foster

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      THEY WEREN’T ON the road long when Justice cleared his throat. Over the next twenty minutes he did it several more times, repeatedly glancing her way, and Fallon assumed he was uneasy about her scolding.

      Because he wore his mirrored sunglasses, she couldn’t see his eyes. Not that she needed to. The tension in his big body, in his broad shoulders and the set of his jaw, told her he was on edge.

      She remained a little irked at his high-handed attitude, but clearly that mood wasn’t conducive to a nice evening so she decided to break the ice. With a slight huff, she faced him. “Something on your mind, Justice?”

      A long exhale left his posture more relaxed. “Whew.” He flashed her a relieved grin. “That silent treatment was getting to me.”

      Fallon hid her smile. For such a big, bulky guy, he’d really let one little disagreement bother him. “Then why don’t we chat?”

      As if he’d been waiting for that invitation, Justice said, “Good idea. Who’s Marcus?”

      Well, shoot. She’d walked right into that one. “Nobody important.” Not anymore.

      “Nah, don’t give me that. He’s somebody, or at least he was. You cut ties on him?”

      “Yes.” Or more like Marcus had cut ties—with his reaction.

      He frowned. “Hung up on him still?”

      Emphatic, she said, “Noooo.”

      “No?” he clarified.

      “Not even a little.” Marcus had bruised her pride, wounded her spirit and dashed her hopes, but she knew she’d never really loved him. “He was...convenient.” She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds terrible, doesn’t it? Very mercenary. The thing is, he works for my dad and my parents liked him. He was familiar with the family.” And all her secrets. “It seemed easy to fall into a pattern with him.” Easy, and oh, so stupid.

      “Well, for what it’s worth,” Justice said, “I don’t like him.”

      He sounded so sincere, she couldn’t help but point out the obvious. “You don’t even know him.”

      “Sure I do. See, fighters learn how to size people up real quick. You get in the cage with a guy and you have to know if he’s quiet because he’s afraid, or because he’s that confident. Does he talk smack to counter insecurities, or because he knows he can back it up? I can read body language and Marcus is a putz.”

      Fallon laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you, but he really isn’t. He’s successful and engaging and people love him.”

      “Not me.” Justice squeezed the steering wheel. “Not you.”

      Good point. “We’re the exceptions, then.”

      “Nope. Your dad wasn’t too keen on him either, let me tell you.” Justice glanced in the rearview mirror, frowned, and then took an exit. “So what happened? What’d he do?”

      She couldn’t believe his audacity. “That’s private, Justice.”

      He chewed his upper lip, rolled one shoulder, and said with complete seriousness, “I have to know these things. I mean, what if he shows up and tries to start trouble?”

      Fallon laughed. “He won’t. In all ways, Marcus is proper.”

      “Asshole wasn’t all that proper today. Proper is letting a lady go when she asks.”

      “Justice!” It took all her control not to laugh. He did have a way of saying things.

      Jaw working, Justice grumbled, “I wanted to cream him.”

      It was ridiculous, but his vehemence warmed Fallon’s heart. She touched his rigid shoulder and said, “I’d prefer that you didn’t.”

      “Okay, so help me out here—what’s his crime? If I know, then maybe, maybe, I won’t feel the need to stomp on him.”

      For the first time since the breakup, Fallon felt like talking about it. Oh, she wouldn’t give him every detail. She’d learned her lesson on sharing too much. But given Justice’s defense, and the fact he didn’t know all her secrets, he might be the perfect person to listen.

      “I’m on the edge of my seat here,” he said. “Imagining all kinds of crazy stuff.”

      Belatedly, she withdrew her hand, but her palm continued to tingle. She curled her fingers into a fist, holding on to the sensation.

      Justice’s shoulder was boulder hard and so warm that she couldn’t help but think about touching him again, wrong as she knew it would be.

      “Honestly, it wasn’t all that much.” The hazy setting sun glared through the windshield, giving her a good excuse to hide behind her own sunglasses. Now where to begin? “Marcus and I started out as just friends. I...haven’t done much dating.”

      What an understatement.

      Not wanting him to ask about that, she quickly continued. “There are some occasions where you’d really like a date. Weddings, company parties, things like that,” she explained. “I knew Marcus through the company, he was nice, others admired him...”

      “And you bought into that shit?”

      She bit back a smile. “My dad was really pleased when Marcus asked me to a company gathering.”

      “So what? Your dad didn’t have to date him.”

      That time the laugh broke free. “For some reason you’re biased.”

      “I told you, I’m a good judge of character.”

      Curiosity got the best of her. “So what do you think of me?”

      Becoming uneasy again, Justice said, “Finish your story first.”

      Fallon thought about it, then decided he was right. Better to get it over with. “We did the whole friend thing for a while until finally, maybe a month later, Marcus wanted more than that, but my parents have been really overprotective.”

      “Noticed.”

      Of course he had. Not like he could have missed that. “I didn’t have much experience with guys, and Marcus was...patient.”

      Interest sharpening, Justice growled, “You’re talking about sex?”

      She wished she could be as plainspoken as him. But his question alone made her face hot. Lifting a hand in a lame gesture, she said, “Stuff that comes before that.”

      “What stuff?”

      Fallon shifted. “You know what I’m saying.”

      He chewed his lip again. “Okay, so we’re talking foreplay, right? Making out, groping a little, testing the water so to speak.”

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