Willing. Lucy Monroe

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      Josie woke up as the big SUV came to a halt and its engine went silent. They were parked in front of a motel.

      “It could take a few minutes. Do you want to come up or stay here?”

      She still felt groggy, and her mind had a difficult time translating his words. “What…Oh, I’ll stay here.”

      Her eyes slid shut again to the sound of his car door closing. The snick of locks going into place indicated he’d pressed the lock button for her safety.

      A blast of cold air woke her again when he opened the door. Summer did not always mean warm sunshine on the Oregon coast, particularly in the morning. A cold wind kept things chilly until close to noon most days.

      He tossed a duffel bag and a weapons case behind his seat before getting in. “I think we should get some breakfast before going to your place.”

      She was so tired, the thought of food made her nauseous. “I’m not hungry.”

      He reached out and cupped her nape.

      The feel of his fingers against her skin shocked her into stillness. Nitro rarely touched anyone…except her, and inexplicably, he seemed to touch her all the time. But beyond that was the sheer physical sensation the slightest connection between them caused. In her vulnerable, just-woke-up state, it paralyzed her.

      His thumb brushed against the underside of her jaw. “You’re pale.”

      “I need more sleep.”

      “No doubt, but you need to hydrate yourself, too. Especially after inhaling smoke.”

      Come to think of it, her throat was pretty raw. She’d been too stressed to take stock of her aches and pains before now, but suddenly each discomfort was all too grating.

      “I want a shower and clean clothes.”

      His hand dropped away from her neck. “Hell, I should have thought of that before I checked out. You’ll have to wait until we get to your apartment.”

      “House.”

      “What?”

      “I live in a house, near the campus. I share it with a roommate.”

      “You can’t possibly need to share.”

      She knew what he meant. Mercenaries were paid well, and she’d been in the business since she was eighteen. “I own the house, but Claire was looking for a place, and I offered to let her move in with me.”

      “Why?” He sounded as if he could not imagine wanting a roommate, and probably he couldn’t. Nitro was a loner despite his close friendship with Wolf and Hotwire.

      “She’s a computer geek who has a hard time communicating with anything not driven by binary code and electric impulses.”

      “Sounds like a lot of fun as a housemate.”

      “Actually, she is. We understand each other better than you might expect. Neither of us fits into the world around us, and that gives us a common ground. Besides, I like not being alone, having someone there when I get home from classes.”

      “Why did you decide to get out of the business?” He didn’t sound condemning, or worried like her dad did when he talked to her about her decision to change her life.

      Nitro just sounded curious.

      “I woke up one day and realized being a soldier was my dad’s vocation, not mine.”

      “So now you want to study computers?”

      “Yes.”

      “And Hotwire is helping you?” There was something in Nitro’s voice she was too tired to interpret.

      “Yes. He’s amazing with a keyboard.”

      “Being savvy with computers does not mean he knows what to do with a woman.”

      He sounded jealous. She must be really tired if her mind was playing those kinds of tricks on her.

      “If you say so.” She was the last person to comment on a man’s abilities in that area.

      She didn’t quite catch the word that Nitro uttered in response. “What are you going to do once you’re done with school?”

      “Hotwire offered me a job with his and Wolf’s new security consulting business.”

      “Is that what you want?”

      “I don’t know. I’m in an accelerated degree program, but I’ve still got several months before I have to decide where exactly I want to go with my new life.”

      Nitro pulled into a gas station and got out of the car, then disappeared into the convenience store attached to the station.

      He came back carrying a small carton of milk and a muffin. “Here. I don’t want you getting sick.”

      “What about you?”

      He reached behind the seat and pulled a bottle of water from the small cooler on the floor. “This’ll do for now.”

      She drank her milk and ate the muffin, which settled her stomach, and then fell asleep again.