No Ordinary Man. Suzanne Brockmann

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      Frank shrugged. “It’s not a problem. I’m happy to run interference.” He paused. “You know, Rob gave me a call, to let me know you were playing out here tonight. I guess you got this job sort of last minute, huh?”

      “The manager called me just this afternoon.”

      Frank nodded slowly. “Good for you,” he said.

      Jess gazed across the club, to where she could see Rob’s brown hair near the pair of video games in the corner. “I can’t believe Rob lent Ian his car.”

      “Good old Rob.” Frank smiled. “I’ve borrowed his car several times myself in a pinch.”

      “He’s very generous,” Jess said.

      “Yes, sir, he is, indeed.” Frank hesitated. “I didn’t know you two were…dating.”

      Jess smiled. “Tonight’s our first date,” she said. “If you can even call it a date. I mean, Kelsey’s with us, and I’m performing….”

      Frank nodded. “Oh. Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”

      He turned to go. Jess put her hand on his arm, and it was Frank’s turn to jump.

      “Sorry.” She smiled gently at his tense expression. “I just wanted to say, if I don’t see you after the set, thanks for coming. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

      He nodded. “Okay.”

      Jess strapped on her guitar, and sat back up on the stool. From over at the bar, she caught a glimpse of the bartender, Pete, watching her.

      All evening long she’d been aware of his pale gray eyes following her around the room.

      She met his eyes almost defiantly, and he smiled. Or at least he moved his lips upward in an approximate facsimile of a smile. This was not a man to whom a broad, heartfelt smile was a natural expression. It was strange that Lenny should hire him as a bartender. He normally liked retired bouncers—big, tall men with biceps the size of her thigh. Either that, or Lenny hired out-of-work stand-up comics. This Pete was obviously neither.

      He wasn’t skinny, but he was no Arnold Schwarzenegger. As for his sense of humor…well, he was no barrel of laughs, either. There was something strange about him, and it was more than just the way he always seemed to watch her—after all, she was a performer. People were supposed to watch her.

      Adjusting her microphone, Jess began to play a soft, soothing instrumental. She closed her eyes and before too long, she lost herself in the music.

      HIS BODY WAS HUMMING. Every nerve was stretched tight, taut, ready to snap.

      He couldn’t have her.

      She was singing. Her beautiful, rich voice washed over him. It should have been calming, peaceful—instead it tore like barbs into his already sensitized skin. And the sound of the applause cut through him like a knife to his brain.

      But he couldn’t leave.

      Not with the stage lights making her silky dark hair gleam. Not when she looked out over the quiet audience and sang directly to him. For him. She had to be singing for him. He knew that she was.

      He couldn’t leave, and he couldn’t stay. He just sat, feeling the rage building, boiling in his veins.

      Chapter Four

      It was after one o’clock before Jess put her guitar in the trunk of her car.

      The parking lot was nearly empty, and inside the Pelican Club the lights were going off, one by one.

      Rob was carrying Kelsey, and he gently put the sleeping child into the back seat and fastened the seat belt around her. He backed out of the car, careful not to hit his head, and quietly shut the door.

      This wasn’t the way Jess had imagined their evening out would end. They had separate cars—and hers had a sleeping child in the back seat. Odder yet was the fact that if they said good-night here and both went home, they’d end up back at the same house.

      Rob was watching her, his face hidden in the shadows.

      “Well,” Jess said, to fill the silence. “That was a real circus, wasn’t it?”

      He looked away. “I’m sorry about Ian showing up.”

      “You didn’t know.”

      “I should have.”

      “Well, now you do.”

      “I felt bad for Kelsey,” Rob said.

      Jess glanced toward the car, where Kelsey was still sleeping, and shook her head. “Ian ignores her,” she said. “It’s unbelievable. He doesn’t even say ‘hi.’ And it hurts her so much. I try to keep him away from her.” She sighed. “That’s not necessarily the answer, but for now, it’s easier for Kelsey.”

      “It could be worse.”

      They lapsed into silence. Jess could hear the sound of the waves lapping at the dock alongside the restaurant. In the grass and trees, insects buzzed and chirped. Somewhere down the street, a dog barked.

      “Well,” she said again. “I’d better get Kelsey home.”

      Rob looked up. “Jess, I have to tell you,” he said in a rush of words, “that I can’t…”

      But before he could finish, the last of the bright club lights went out, plunging them into sudden darkness.

      “…that I can’t do this,” Rob concluded softly.

      It was velvet, the darkness—soft and warm and enveloping them totally, cutting them off from the rest of the world and from each other.

      “Whoa,” Jess said, reaching out for him, suddenly uncertain which way was up. “It’s dark. Where are you?”

      “Here,” he answered. His hand gripped her arm, just above her elbow. “I’m here.”

      “Can’t do what?” she asked. “I don’t understand.” His grasp turned into a caress as he ran his fingers up her arm to her shoulder. There were other people on the other side of the parking lot, but the darkness was complete, giving Jess and Rob privacy for the first time all evening.

      She stepped forward even as he pulled her into his arms.

      “Oh, God,” he breathed, holding her so tightly. “Oh, Jess.”

      She could feel the warm solidness of his arms, the hard muscles of his chest, the athletic strength of his thighs. She fit against him perfectly, as if he’d been created with her in mind.

      He groaned, and she could feel his arousal growing, pressing unmistakably against her. “I can’t do this,” he said again, his voice hoarse. “I can’t kiss you—”

      But then he did. He lowered his СКАЧАТЬ