More Than One Night. Heatherly Bell

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СКАЧАТЬ him. He might as well have been wearing a sign that read: Do Not Approach—Dangerous When Provoked. Besides nursing a beer and giving surly looks to anyone who approached, he rolled a coin between the fingers of his right hand over and over again.

      And yes, she’d been intrigued.

      Nothing had changed in that regard, she had to admit, but now he knew she was a natural redhead. She knew what his sex voice sounded like. And he knew hers.

      Sue her if she thought that two people who’d been horizontal should know a lot more about each other. But even so, were she still into rating her mistakes, of which there were many, he’d be, hands down, her favorite one.

      “W-why did you knock? Do you need something?”

      “Wanted to tell you that you’ve hired a first-rate group of men out there.” He nudged his chin. “All of them former Army, but I don’t hold that against them.”

      “Thank you. That’s...great.”

      “And we’re on board with what you’re trying to do here.”

      “That means a lot to me.”

      His gaze did a slow slide up her body and she became intensely aware of the heat of the day.

      “Was there anyone special to you in the service?”

      “My big brother. Ryan. He went to West Point.”

      See, this was the kind of get-to-know-you conversation she should have had with him before going to bed with him. He hadn’t been all that much into talking that night and frankly, at that time she hadn’t needed conversation.

      Sam quirked a brow. “An officer. I won’t hold that against him, either.”

      “Actually, he was infantry and got hurt. They gave him a medal.”

      Why was her voice so shaky? That was a while back and she was over it now. Besides, Ryan hated any talk about “the medal.”

      “Sorry. Most of the officers I knew didn’t get their hands dirty.”

      “That’s not Ryan.” Her chin rose. “And please forget about the medal. He hates when I talk about it, or tell anyone.”

      “Got it.”

      She leaned on her desk, arms folded across her chest. “You know, I was just thinking that we know very little about each other.”

      “That’s true. I didn’t even know you had a brother.”

      She pointed. “Exactly. Now you know something about me you didn’t before. I should know something about you.”

      He narrowed his eyes. “Such as...?”

      “Anything. Just one thing about you that I don’t know.”

       Why don’t you have an emergency contact?

      “I like dogs. Grew up with Labs and missed having one while I was away. I intend to adopt one first chance I get.”

      “Good to know.” That certainly hadn’t come up the night they’d spent together, but it also wasn’t quite what she meant and he knew it. “And why don’t you have an emergency contact?”

      He frowned. “You said one thing.”

      “Okay. One thing a day.”

      “You’re pushing it.”

      “But you owe me.” She took a breath. “For the most incredible night of your life. For rocking your world.”

      Hell, yeah. No one ever said she lacked confidence, either. Or, at least, was extremely good at faking it.

      He gave her another slow smile, with a panty-melting heat in his gaze. “Point taken.”

      Suddenly it was a little too hot in here, like August had landed only in the perimeter of this trailer and the approximate two feet of distance between them. She tried not to look at him. “You should probably go now, before the guys start to wonder.”

      “Whether I’m in here being ravaged by the boss?”

      “Or something.”

      He opened his mouth to speak, and she could almost see the wheels spinning in his brain, but then he turned to go.

      She suddenly had a fleeting and terrible thought. “You didn’t tell them about us, did you?”

      He scowled, and she flashed back to that night and the same irritated look he’d had on his face until she’d given him something else to think about.

      “Hell, no. That’s between you and me. Always will be.”

      He smiled again, and then he was gone.

       Chapter Four

      When Sam woke before dawn the next morning, he did not immediately recognize his surroundings. He froze, his heart rate must have hit the triple digits, and sweat poured off him.

       Tim and Dave were dead. They were gone.

       “The threat’s been neutralized.”

      No. That happened a while ago. It wasn’t happening now. He shook the memory off, tossing and turning, eventually kicking off the soft cotton sheets.

      Man, how he hated this. Hated the fear that shot through him as he fought to slow his heart rate down. Fought to forget. Fought to remember. He was home. Safe. He was back in the Bay Area. Fortune, to be exact. In a trailer on Wildfire Ridge.

      And just like that his thoughts turned to his Angelina. Angelina, who was not Angelina. She was Jill, and still every bit as gorgeous as he remembered. Since he’d thought back to that single night many times over the past three years, he’d recognized her the minute he heard her voice. Heard the sound of her nervous laughter. Saw her long red hair whipping in the wind. Her equally long legs curved around that flagpole. Told himself he had to be imagining things. A look-alike, maybe. He’d waited until she was inches away from him to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

      The night they’d met, he’d been in San Francisco on leave. He should have dropped in on his parents, who were not that far away. Not a long drive to the other side of the bay and Berkeley. He could have called them, let them know he was stateside, and he’d struggled that night to make the right choice. In the end, he couldn’t do it. In the end, a tall redhead had made her way to his table and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

      And good thing, too, because he didn’t think he would have made it through the next three years without the memory of her. Of that night. The knowledge that it was possible to get so lost in someone you forgot everything else. It was possible to forget the fear and the guilt and the pain. Possible to simply allow himself to feel something good again because she made it difficult not to do just that. He hadn’t wanted to hold back from her that СКАЧАТЬ