Cease Fire. Janie Crouch

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СКАЧАТЬ admit I’m much more prone to action than I am profiling or researching.” He bent down to kiss her and shifted his hips so they were more fully pressed up against each other. Keira couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her as his lips worked their way across her jaw and down her neck.

      His phone rang again. This time the music from the movie Jaws. Keira laughed. It wasn’t the first time that person had called.

      She pushed at his chest to stop his lips from going lower down her shoulder.

      “Okay, I’ve got to know who that is. The Jaws theme.”

      Roman propped himself up on his elbow and rolled his eyes. “My mother.”

      Keira threw her head back and let out a laugh. Until Roman took advantage of her exposed throat and soon had her gasping for breath.

      But when the shark theme came again from his phone five minutes later, Keira knew she had to get him to answer it.

      “Roman, it’s your mother.”

      “She’ll call back.”

      “Uh, yeah, in another five minutes. You said she doesn’t like your Omega job. She’s worried about you.”

      After what had happened with that explosion that had almost killed him, Keira didn’t blame his mom. She nudged him. “Just answer it so she won’t be worried.”

      He didn’t look thrilled, but he did it. Probably because he knew his mother wasn’t going to stop calling until she knew he was safe.

      “Hello, Mother.”

      Immediately, Keira could hear his mother talking at a rate and pitch that had to be barely discernible even to Roman. Keira couldn’t make out a bit of it and she was only six inches away.

      Roman kept the receiver at his ear and bent down to kiss Keira again. A luscious kiss that almost made her forget the other woman on the line. But all too soon, he ended the kiss and pushed back.

      “Of course I’m listening.”

      He winked at Keira and got up from the bed, walking naked across the room toward the window. “I left the wedding early with a friend.” He glanced back at Keira and smiled. “Yes, someone I met at the wedding, and that’s why I left. Well, met again. We have mutual friends.”

      Keira didn’t think she’d ever get tired of looking at Roman’s naked form. Hard to believe those six-pack abs and firm buttocks were what he looked like now, during recovery. Him in top physical form just might kill her.

      “Keira Spencer.” He waited patiently while his mother said something else. “I tell you what, why don’t I check with her and see if she’s available to join us all for lunch next Sunday?”

      Keira’s eyes flew to Roman’s. Did he really want her to join his family for lunch? He was smiling reassuringly at her. Maybe this wasn’t as big a deal as she thought.

      Regardless, she got up while he was finishing with his mom. She needed some sort of fortification right now. Clothes seemed like a good start.

      She dressed, glad she had grabbed her change of clothes and toiletries from the hotel room she’d booked but hadn’t used. She was putting on some makeup when he finished his conversation and tapped on the door.

      “You okay in there?”

      She opened it. “Dinner with the family? Does that mean I get to wear your letterman’s jacket, too?”

      He stole a kiss. “Smart-ass. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Sunday lunches with my family are sort of a networking event. Everybody brings someone if they want. I don’t always even go.”

      Was he backpedaling? Did he not want her there? She didn’t know him well enough to know how to respond. “Oh. Well...”

      “I tell you what. Have dinner with me every night this week and then if you still like me, you can come hang with the family. They’re pretty overwhelming.”

      She laughed and shook her head at his crazy proposal. “I can’t have dinner with you every night this week. The salon is open late some nights.”

      “I’ll bring takeout.”

      It was nice to be wanted, and by someone not only so damn attractive, but trustworthy also. He was a friend of Andrea and Brandon’s and worked for one of the top law enforcement agencies in the country. Pretty damn trustworthy.

      And although they hadn’t gotten into each other’s financial background in the hours they’d talked in between bouts of lovemaking over the last two days, Keira felt safe in assuming Roman wasn’t part of the high society group she’d left behind six years ago. Nobody born with a silver spoon and aspirations of power became a member of SWAT, putting his life in danger every day.

      Roman Weber was pretty close to damn well perfect.

      He finally wore her down, and she agreed to having dinner with him two nights and the meal with his family on Sunday.

      It was crazy and scary and oh-so-exciting.

      For the first time in six years, Keira could actually imagine a relationship with someone. Maybe not marriage—she wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready for that—but something long term. Permanent.

      There were still obstacles, of course, Keira very definitely wasn’t naive. One utterly fabulous weekend did not necessarily mean they’d have something going on long term.

      But it was a hell of a start.

       Chapter Four

      When Sunday rolled around and Roman picked her up for the mid-afternoon lunch with his family, Keira was still on cloud nine.

      She’d thought that Roman would pull back, try to play it cool this week. To maybe ease out of their meal-with-family plan.

      Actually, Keira was surprised she hadn’t pulled back herself. It was all a little scary.

      And although they’d toned it down a little physically, both of them wanting to reset and ease more gently into whatever was happening between them, she’d seen or talked to Roman every day this week.

      She felt like Cinderella waiting for the clock to strike midnight and everything around her to turn into a pumpkin. Things couldn’t continue to go as well as they’d been going.

      Fresh Starts continued to thrive also. Not just the salon part, although Keira could admit she was damn good at styling hair, but its fuller purpose: providing women who had nowhere else to go a shelter. Apartments where they could stay as long as they needed. And then training in cosmetology, so the women had a way of supporting themselves.

      Keira had sunk all the money she’d had left of her inheritance—money she’d desperately needed when she was younger, but that her parents had thought they were being so wise in putting into a trust fund untouchable until she was twenty-five—into the shop, the equipment and the building. She owned it all, free and clear. СКАЧАТЬ