Expecting His Secret Heir. Dani Wade

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      “That’s because they were all blown down by the bomb.”

      Really? She wanted to challenge him, push past that stony facade to find out if he was simply making that up. Was he trying to punish her for walking away? Or did he really not recognize her? Had she been that unmemorable? The thought made her slightly ill.

      She settled for a simple, “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

      Zach stared her down. What would he do next? She had a feeling this wasn’t going to end as a friendly little chat. Her cheeks started to burn. Inwardly cursing her fair skin, she tilted her chin up to counteract the feeling of inadequacy. So what if he didn’t remember her...she’d still find a way to get what she needed.

      But she couldn’t force her gaze back up to his.

      “As you can see, this is still an active fire zone, and we’ve got a great deal to investigate before we know how safe it is.”

      She smirked at the lame excuse. “I wasn’t anywhere near the fire. I was in the parking lot with a bunch of other people.”

      The crowd around her shifted, as if uncomfortable with her spark of courage. But Zach didn’t back down. “Do you have a press pass?”

      “What?”

      “A press pass,” he said, enunciating each word with careful control. “Do you have permission to be taking photos of the scene?”

      She seriously wanted to roll her eyes at his show of dominance but held herself in check. “No.”

      “Steve, please escort this lady back to her car.”

      Startled, she snapped her gaze up to meet his eyes once more. Surely he wasn’t throwing her off the property?

      He stepped closer, close enough for her to catch the scent she’d missed all too often, mixed with perspiration from his work despite the cool October air. His fingers—the same ones that had explored her body that long-ago night—caught her chin, tilting it up just a touch more until it was uncomfortable. Then she had no choice but to meet his gaze, despite their height difference. Her heart thumped hard, though she didn’t know if it was from his nearness or fear.

      “I suggest you stay away from where you don’t belong.”

      As the guard escorted her back to her car, she had only one thought.

      Guess he does remember me after all...

      * * *

      Zach Gatlin stood behind his desk, lost in thought as he stared at the large monitor. Where had she come from? Did he really want to know?

      Unfortunately, he did.

      As much as he wished he could forget the red-haired beauty he’d taken to bed five years ago, the memory of her eager passion had resurfaced all too often. As had the memory of her love of sunsets and people and nature—her artistic eye had taught him to see the gentler world he’d forgotten in the midst of war.

      Then, with no warning, she was gone. He’d consoled himself with the thought that if she hadn’t been willing to say goodbye, she wouldn’t have stayed in the long run anyway. Probably for the better, since Zach’s responsibilities were a heavy load.

      Sometimes he wondered if that inner voice lied.

      Shaking off the memories, Zach focused on the present. The question was: Did he look into her or not? Running a background check would be all too easy, especially now that he ran his very own security business. The tools were within close reach. Close enough to make his fingers twitch. He could know all he wanted within minutes, every small detail of her life within days.

      But was it the right thing to do?

      Maybe he should have asked himself that before he threw her off mill property yesterday. He’d had a gut reaction to seeing her there, so close but seemingly oblivious to him. He wished he had controlled himself, but what was done was done. He couldn’t go back.

      With his life, he knew that all too well.

      Turning away from the computer, he decided to confront this problem head-on rather than hide behind snooping. Security might be his business, but it didn’t have to be his life.

      Thirty minutes later, he wondered if he should have taken the easy way out. Figuring out where Sadie was staying had been easy—this was, after all, a small town. Getting past the nosy owner of the B and B? Well, that was an altogether different problem.

      “Gladys, I know she’s here, I just need to know what room she’s in.”

      “Is she expecting you?”

      “Probably.” At least that much was the truth. If Sadie remembered anything at all about him, it should be that he was a man of action.

      Gladys leaned against the high desk in the foyer. “Now, why would Black Hills’s newest hero want to see some strange woman who just came into town?”

      Lord, this woman wanted a pound of flesh, didn’t she? “I haven’t always lived here, Gladys.”

      “So you met her somewhere else?” Was that a gleam of excitement in her eyes? How sad that his life had gone from daily drudgery to full-on gossip mill fodder.

      He’d met Sadie right here in Black Hills, but it had seemed like another time and place. “The room number?”

      Probably recognizing the obstinate look on his face and realizing she wasn’t getting any gossip from him—outside of his very presence here—Gladys relented. “Room three.”

      Back straight, he refused to look over his shoulder to see her watching him as he climbed the stairs. He hesitated before knocking, but luckily there was no one to see it.

      The door opened, revealing Sadie. She was just as he remembered her, with smooth, translucent skin, an abundance of fiery red hair and green eyes that appeared guileless. A trap he wasn’t falling for this time.

      “Zachary,” she said.

      He stalked through the doorway. The suite was more spacious than the tiny hotel room she’d occupied the last time she’d been here. This was open and airy, with a lightly feminine touch. His gaze bounced away from the bed in an alcove and came to rest on the laptop in a low sitting area in front of a fireplace. He made his way forward with measured steps.

      “It’s been a while, Sadie,” he finally said.

      “Five years,” she murmured.

      He paused, giving away the fact that he’d heard her when he would have preferred not to show any reaction at all. He was ashamed to admit, even to himself, that he’d often thought about what he would say if he ever saw her again. He’d pictured himself as calm, slightly condescending as he asked her why she’d left without a word, without any explanation.

      Nothing in that scenario came close to the amped-up emotions he was experiencing at the moment.

      Eager for a distraction, he paused in front of the open laptop. Several pictures shared СКАЧАТЬ