Wilder Days. Linda Winstead Jones

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СКАЧАТЬ tell me why you never got married and I’ll tell you why I don’t date.”

      She meant to scare him away, but her ploy didn’t work. His hand came up to touch her cheek, his eyes went dark. “Why didn’t I get married? There are a few answers to that one.” His fingers traced her jaw. “The job, for one. The job is consuming, at times, and it’s never easy. Takes a special woman to handle what comes with it.”

      “Other law enforcement officers, even those who work undercover, they get married.”

      “Yeah, but it’s hard to make it work.”

      “So that’s why—”

      “That’s one reason,” he interrupted.

      Vic nodded. She should stop this, here and now. The last thing she needed was to be Del’s confidante, to know and cherish his secrets. She said nothing to silence him.

      “Kids,” he said, smiling gently. “You get married, the next thing you know there are babies everywhere you look.”

      “You don’t like them?”

      “I like them fine, as long as they’re someone else’s,” he teased. “I figure if I ever have kids they’ll be just like me. Payback is hell.”

      It was the perfect time to tell him…maybe not.

      “I suppose the truth is, the right woman just never came along.” His smile faded. “I never met anybody who made me feel…”

      She waited for him to finish. The way you did. The way you do. Like this.

      But a moment later the lilt was back in his voice, and he finished. “Like shackling myself.”

      “Not looking for an old ball and chain,” she teased, grateful he hadn’t gotten more personal. This was tough enough.

      Del shook his head. “No, thank you, ma’am. Your turn.”

      Vic took a deep breath. “I did date a few times, after the divorce. Years after the divorce, to be honest. Marriage to Preston was less than wonderful. Why would I ever want another man in my life?”

      Del’s blue eyes darkened. “Did he hurt you? I swear, if he did I’ll take him apart.”

      “He never hurt me, physically. He just…broke promises. Lied. Made me feel like I was always, always wrong, no matter what I did.”

      One of Del’s fingers brushed through her hair, a small gesture of comfort. She liked it. “He’s just one man, Vic. We’re not all like that.”

      She shook her head, not looking to argue, just wanting to get this over with. “I know that, but still… When I did date, I was always looking for the lie. What does this man really want? Why is he really here? I never dated any one guy more than three times.”

      “You drove them away before they could hurt you.”

      She ignored that dead-on conclusion. “My father still tries to play matchmaker now and then. That’s the worst, I think. It makes me feel like a little girl trying to live up to Daddy’s expectations. The other attempts at dating weren’t much better. Some of the men I never saw again, a couple actually became friends. But…” She stumbled, and her voice wouldn’t come out right. This was not a discussion she could have with Del, of all people. She didn’t want to be hurt again, and he had hurt her more than anyone else ever had or could. And he didn’t have a clue.

      “Vic,” Del whispered, his lips moving toward hers. “Do you want to know why I’m here?”

      She swallowed hard. “Because those kidnappers…”

      He shook his head. “I could put an army of men on you and Noelle to keep you safe. I could hire a dozen bodyguards while I go out there and find Tripp and Holly myself. It’s what I do,” he added gently. “I like action, not baby-sitting.”

      “You can go…”

      “I can’t,” he interrupted. “I can’t go. Do you want to know why?”

      Yes. More than anything. Tell me. “No.” After all, it was safer that way, and Vic Lowell was nothing if not safe.

      Her response did not deter him. He kissed her. He stirred her up, with a gentle kiss and a tender hand at her back and a silent invitation she ignored.

      Somehow she ended up with her back against the wall of the rough cabin, her legs slightly spread, Del resting between them as he kissed her. And she kissed him back.

      It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They weren’t kids anymore. Hormones could be controlled. Desire could be tamed. Squashed down. Dismissed as what it really was—physical attraction.

      So why couldn’t she dismiss this?

      Del backed away. A trickle of sweat ran down his face, down his neck. She felt a drop of perspiration tickle her spine.

      “You always did drive me crazy,” he said, giving her a crooked smile before turning his back on her and walking away.

      Del lay on the torturous sofa bed, wide-awake even though it was almost two in the morning. He had to get out of here, the sooner the better. Like he’d told Vic this afternoon, anyone could keep an eye on her and Noelle until Tripp and Holly were caught. Anybody. Well, he wouldn’t trust them to just anyone, but there were a large number of qualified bodyguards out there, available at a snap of the fingers.

      So why was he still here?

      After the kiss, things had turned awkward. Even after all this time, he knew Vic too well. She wanted him, but she didn’t like the fact, and she was doing her best to deny it. In a way he knew how she felt. He hadn’t been this confused in sixteen years, since Vic had stood there on the front porch of her big house and told him it was over. He hadn’t seen it coming, and the blow had blindsided him. Nothing blindsided him anymore. His life was black and white, good guys and bad guys, right and wrong.

      Physically, he wanted Vic. Emotionally, he was still drawn to her in a way he could not explain. Nothing good could come of a relationship that went beyond bodyguard and woman in trouble. If they slept together, this was bound to end ugly.

      And still he wanted her.

      The reason for his confusion walked into the room, dressed in blue and moving without making a sound, like a tantalizing vision out of a dream.

      “You can’t sleep, either?” Vic asked as she came near the bed.

      Didn’t she know better? She knew he wanted her. Needed her. She had to know that the reason he was here when he could be hunting Tripp and Holly…was because he didn’t trust anyone else in the world to watch over her.

      “No,” he said simply. “Can’t sleep.”

      She started to sit down in the chair at the opposite wall, but with the crook of a single finger, Del invited her to sit on the side of his bed. After a moment’s hesitation, she headed over his way, blue robe dancing as she walked, curling hair wild and inviting. He wanted to bury his hands in her hair, and that would just be the beginning.

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