A Hero To Hold. Linda Castillo
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Название: A Hero To Hold
Автор: Linda Castillo
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
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“I know this isn’t easy for you. You don’t have to—”
“I’m fine, and for the record you can stop looking at me like I’m going to cry.” It was a stupid statement, since the blasted tears had already spilled over and proceeded to run down her cheeks, betraying her bravado and taking the last of her dignity with them. Determined to keep a handle on her emotions, she raised her hand and swiped at the tears with the back of her bandaged hand. The last thing she wanted to do was let her emotions spiral out of control when this man was standing so close. If that happened, she might do something stupid like step into his embrace and let him wrap those strong arms around her one more time. In a small corner of her mind, she wondered how the father of her unborn child would feel about that.
The thought jolted her, sent her back a step to a safer distance. “Don’t you have a rescue or something to go to?”
A thick, black brow arched. “Look, I didn’t mean anything by bringing the coat. I just thought—”
“It’s not the coat. I appreciate it very much. I just want you to know I’ve got the situation under control.”
“Sure you do.”
“I don’t need…you know, rescuing or anything.”
“I’m not here to rescue you.”
“As long as you understand that. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’m handling this just fine.”
“That’s obvious.” He pulled a handkerchief from his jeans pocket and handed it to her. “Here.”
Taking the handkerchief, Hannah scrubbed the tears from her cheeks. Okay, so she was losing it a little. Pregnant women were supposed to be overly emotional, weren’t they? She wasn’t even sure why the damn tears kept coming. Just that she was frightened and alone and so lost, she felt it all the way down to the pit of her stomach.
Putting his fingertips beneath her chin, he forced her gaze to his. “It’s all right to be scared.”
Her first impulse was to deny it. She didn’t know why, but something inside her equated fear with weakness. A sudden jolt of insight told her that her need to stand on her own two feet, to be strong and in control sprang from something that had happened in the past. Some profound event that had changed her forever and left a permanent mark deep in her psyche.
Easing away from him, she forced a smile and met his gaze. “I’m not scared,” she said. “Just a little…unsettled.”
“Unsettled?” He had the gall to look amused. “I’d be pretty damn terrified if I were in your shoes.”
Hannah looked down at her ugly shoes, and felt a helpless laugh bubble up. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“I never say anything I don’t mean, Red.”
She didn’t doubt it. The man was direct, not to mention intense. At some point, he’d invaded her space again. Her heart was beating way too fast. She needed to swallow, but wasn’t sure her throat could manage it, so she didn’t. Instead, she gazed into his alpine-blue eyes, starkly aware of his size, the intensity of his gaze, and the clean, masculine scent of his aftershave.
“I have to go arrange for a van,” she whispered, stepping back. “Thanks again for the coat.”
He shot a glance toward the window. “There’s snow moving in. Knowing Angela Pearl, she probably doesn’t have tire chains on her van or any other vehicle she owns.”
“You know her?”
“I was a paramedic in Denver a couple of years before I started with Rocky Mountain Search and Rescue. Angela and I go way back. You’ll like her. She runs a decent shelter.” He contemplated her with thoughtful scrutiny. “What do you say we skip the van and I’ll drive you?”
John hadn’t always been such a sucker. He figured he would probably live to regret offering Hannah a ride. But as he’d stared into the depths of her soft eyes, taking in the mix of uncertainty and courage and another emotion he couldn’t quite put his finger on, he knew he wasn’t going to walk away—even if his instincts were screaming for him to do just that.
He’d looked the other way too many times in his life when it came to women in trouble. As a boy, he hadn’t been able to do anything about it. As a man, he knew all too well what he was capable of. He wondered how Hannah would react if she knew what had happened the last time he’d decided to get involved.
John knew what he was. Just as he knew why he felt the constant need to atone for it. And whether being a rescuer was his saving grace—or his fatal flaw—he knew himself far too well not to realize he didn’t have a choice but to help her.
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