Thrill Me. Сьюзен Мэллери

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      “Hey,” she said as she approached.

      He wrenched his mind from the past and focused on the present. Maya stopped at the porch stairs and held out her tablet.

      “I brought over a copy of that video Mayor Marsha mentioned. I thought it would give you an idea of how I work.”

      The video she’d claimed to know nothing about? Curious, he thought as he stood. Why had she pretended to be confused and why the change of heart? He thought about asking, then decided it was probably a chick thing and he was better off not knowing.

      “Let’s take a look,” he said, and headed inside.

      The cabin was simply furnished with an open floor plan. The kitchen and living room were up front with a half wall dividing the sleeping area from the rest of the cabin. The only separate area was the small three-quarter bath.

      Del walked to the square dining table by the window and sat down. Maya handed him the tablet, but instead of sitting next to him, she hovered just behind his right shoulder.

      “Just push the button,” she told him.

      “Nervous?” he asked without turning to look at her.

      “A little. It’s my work.”

      Which implied it had significance to her. He got that but, “It’s not like my opinion is going to make a difference.”

      “You’re the subject. Of course I care what you think.”

      Good to know, he thought as he glanced at the screen.

      The frozen picture showed him just after he’d jumped from an airplane. He pushed Play and the piece started.

      It was about two or three minutes long with Maya providing the voice-over. The footage was all stock stuff, easily available on the internet. There were clips from other interviews he’d done while he’d still been involved in the sport and later, when he’d transitioned to entrepreneur.

      When the video ended, he turned to look at her. “This wasn’t for your TV show.”

      She gave him a nervous smile. “No. You were famous, but not that famous.” One shoulder rose and fell. “Unless we were talking about your love life. Then you made the show.”

      “At the end,” he said absently, thinking that his relationship with Hyacinth—a world champion figure skater—had captured the media’s attention, if only on the periphery.

      “I did some freelance work,” she added. “Pieces like this that could be used on local morning shows.”

      He turned back to the tablet and tapped the screen to watch it again. This time he turned off the sound and studied the pictures. She’d taken ordinary shots and woven them together into something greater than the individual clips.

      She was a good editor—better than good. He’d taken some video himself and tried to edit it, and the results had been dismal.

      “Nice,” he said, pointing at the screen. “I like what you did here. You cropped the shot differently. Or something.”

      She pulled up a chair and settled next to him. “You’re right. The action was great, but you weren’t at the center of the frame. I moved you as best I could. The line of sight is better, too.”

      She kept talking and motioning to the action playing on the tablet, but he wasn’t paying attention. Not anymore. Not when he could inhale the scent of what he guessed was her shampoo, or maybe her lotion. Maya had never been one to wear perfume. Although he guessed that could be different now.

      She’d changed just enough to be intriguing, he thought. The line of her jaw was tighter. Her walk a bit more determined. He didn’t know what she’d been through over the past ten years, but whatever it was had honed her.

      She probably saw differences in him, too, but he found those less interesting. He knew what had happened to him. None of it was especially compelling.

      He turned and looked into her green eyes. Ten years ago he would have sworn that he would never forgive her for what she’d said. For how she’d rejected him. For lying. Now he searched for residual anger or resentment and there wasn’t any. They’d both been gone too long for any of that to matter.

      She was a beautiful woman. Under other circumstances, he might have been tempted. But while he could forgive and move on, he wasn’t going to give her a second chance. Not when he knew she hadn’t told him the truth. She had said that she loved him and wanted to marry him, but it had all been a lie. Still, they were going to work together. It made sense to be friends.

      “Want to have dinner?” he asked.

      She blinked. “There’s a shift in topic. Now?”

      “Sure. We can go to the store and grab a couple of steaks. Barbecue them here. There’s a communal grill by the lake. You in?”

      She gave him a slow, sexy smile that hit him like a fist to the gut.

      “I’m in.”

      They rose and walked toward the front door.

      “Wait,” she said, and ran back for her tablet, then tucked it in her tote. “I can’t let my technology out of my sight.”

      He nodded, because it was still too difficult to breathe, let alone speak.

      He knew what that fist to the gut meant and he planned on completely ignoring the message. He was willing to forget the past, to work with Maya and even to be her friend. But he was never going to allow himself to be tempted by her. Not now, not ever.

      Been there, done that and bought the T-shirt. He was a guy who looked forward. To something new. And that didn’t include her. Once his mind was made up, Del refused to be swayed. There was no way he was going to let Maya get to him.

      * * *

      MAYA PUT THE green salad on the table Del had carried from the kitchen to the grassy area on the side of the cabin. From there they had a clear view of the lake. Because of how the other cabins were spaced, that side of his place was relatively private. They could hear the other families, but not see them or be seen.

      Under other circumstances, she would have thought the setting romantic, but she knew better. She and Del were collaborating together. This was a working relationship, which she appreciated. They were both professionals. They respected each other’s abilities. If she found him handsome and appealing, well, that was nice, but not helpful. Or useful. Friendship was much better. Or at the very least, safer.

      She returned to the kitchen for the bottle of red wine they’d purchased, along with the deli potato salad. She collected two glasses and went back out just as Del called that the steaks were done.

      They met at the table and each took a chair. He used the jumbo tongs to put her steak on her plate while she poured wine. Music drifted out from one of the cabins, and down by the water, several children shrieked and laughed.

      “There’s a lot of humanity around here,” she said as she passed him СКАЧАТЬ