For Her Eyes Only Part 2. Шарон Сала

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      “Allow me,” he said with a grin.

      Once more, the lock gave to his skillful intrusion, and he stepped aside for the women to proceed. Brenda eyed him thoughtfully as she passed by. Stone managed a smile, but couldn’t bring himself to fully meet her questioning gaze. When he’d been learning about police protocol, they had left out the part about wooing women of the same family. Now he knew why.

      Jessica flipped on the lights as she entered. Stone shut the door behind him. They were inside. Together. And it seemed that no one knew what to say or where to start.

      Finally it was Jessica who broke the ice, and her question ended the odd stalemate by bringing the true problem to the fore.

      “Am I in any danger?”

      “I don’t think so,” Stone said. “However, there’s a possibility that the word has already been leaked about someone having a premonition about Olivia being murdered instead of dying from a heart attack.”

      Jessica glanced at Brenda.

      “Don’t look at me,” Brenda said quickly.

      “It wasn’t your sister,” Stone said. “It was one of ours.”

      “That detective,” Jessica said. “The one who laughed in my face.”

      “He didn’t exactly laugh,” Stone reminded her.

      “Well, he did everything but laugh,” she said, and then sighed. “It doesn’t really matter, I guess. What does matter is finding out who killed Mrs. Stuart. I always liked her.”

      “Everyone liked her,” Brenda said.

      “Someone didn’t,” Stone said.

      Jessica blanched. That panicked feeling was coming back, and she needed to change the subject. She glanced at Brenda and tried to smile. “Who wants coffee?”

      “I’ll make it,” Brenda offered.

      “That’s a relief,” Stone said, and was rewarded by Jessie’s offended glare. He grinned. Right now he would have done anything to get her mind off the business at hand.

      Brenda disappeared down the hall, leaving Stone and Jessica alone.

      “So, what are you thinking?”

      In her typical straightforward manner, Jessica gave him an answer he wasn’t ready to hear.

      “That you could have called to give me this information.”

      He looked startled. “Well, yes, I suppose I—”

      “Then, why didn’t you?” she asked.

      Stone froze. Why didn’t he call? His gaze swept her face, then her body, trying to find an answer she would believe.

      There was a smudge on the leg of her slacks, and her hair was as flyaway as the expression in her eyes. Along with the stitches just visible beneath her bangs, the small, bare spot surrounding them made him ache to hold her. She was so small, and looked so fragile and afraid. And as he stood, caught within the power of a blue, megawatt stare, he knew.

      “Because I wanted to see you.”

      He’d shocked her. He could see it in her eyes.

      Startled, Jessica took a small step back.

      His voice lowered and he followed her retreat. “Because I wanted to hold you.”

      Her heart started to pound. How dare he tell her these things now?

      “You’ve said all this before. Besides, you know it’s easy to say when my sister is just down the hall.”

      He paused in midstep. At that moment, he realized he’d completely forgotten Brenda was even in the house. But it didn’t stop him long. He started after her.

      “I don’t care if the Mormon Tabernacle Choir is in the next room, and if you’ll stand still long enough, I’ll prove it.”

      She froze.

      A wry smile spread across his face. “That’s what I like best about you, honey. You always know when to call a man’s bluff.”

      His arms slid around her shoulders, and then he was pulling her close—and closer still.

      She wound her arms around his neck. “I’m not your honey,” she whispered. “You didn’t want me, remember?”

      He kissed her slowly. He tasted the edge of her lower lip, then moved past the gasp she’d just made to the sweet curve of her upper lip where it dipped downward in the center like the bud of a rose. He felt a shudder rip through her, and answered with a sigh of his own as he took her in his arms, lifting her off her feet until she was dangling in his grasp, several inches off the ground.

      His whisper was soft near her ear. “You know what, Jessie Leigh?”

      She opened her eyes and got lost in that dark, gray gaze. Only after he’d kissed her again then set her back on the floor did she remember he’d asked her a question.

      “What?” she said with a sigh.

      “I never said I didn’t want you.”

      “But you let me go. It’s all the same thing.”

      “I tried marriage and failed…miserably. I’m not stupid. I don’t intend to make the same mistake twice.”

      She blinked through tears.

      “But I’m not Naomi.”

      He looked down at her tousled hair and tear-filled eyes and pulled her close, pressing her face against the center of his chest. For a moment, he neither moved nor breathed as a longing for something more than they’d had before hit him deep.

      “I know who you are, Jessie Leigh. I remember the feel of your skin beneath my fingers. I—”

      Brenda’s shout echoed down the hall.

      “Coffee’s done!”

      Startled by her sister’s untimely intrusion, she made a face and then sighed. “Rusty nails. Why wasn’t I born an only child?”

      Stone stepped back, grateful that he’d been saved from making another serious mistake. It didn’t matter—couldn’t matter—how much he wanted Jessie, or how much he cared for her. He’d been down that road before, and there was nothing at the end of it but trouble.

      * * *

      Long after Stone and Brenda were gone, Jessica lay in her bed, imagining she could still feel the imprint of Stone’s mouth upon her lips and his breath upon her face. She closed her eyes, cuddling a pillow against her breast because she needed to be held and it was the closest thing to comfort she was going to receive.

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