Conception Cover-Up. Karen Lawton Barrett

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      He sounded as if he was about to doze off. “You said something about a landslide?” she asked.

      She heard the trace of suspicion in her own voice. Caleb opened his eyes, and she realized he’d heard it, too. “The ground started to shake,” he told her. “I looked up and it seemed like the whole mountain was coming down on me. I tried to run for cover. The next thing I knew, I was hit and everything went black.”

      “Do you know how long you were out?”

      He looked at his watch, and she saw that the crystal was cracked. The time had stopped at three o’clock.

      “What time is it now?” he asked.

      “About seven.” Four hours, she thought, a long time to be wandering around in a storm. “Do you know how far you walked?”

      Caleb tried to come up with an answer to her question, but cold seemed to seep through to his bones, making him shiver. He dropped the ice pack and wrapped his arms around his chest, but the dampness of his shirt and jacket only made his trembling worse.

      Shannon placed the ice pack on the coffee table. “We’ll figure it out later. We’ve got to get the rest of your wet clothes off.”

      Caleb looked at her. She was a beautiful woman. Tall, with feminine curves, tawny-gold hair and skin like satin. Her eyes were shadowed, full of secrets, the color indistinguishable in the flickering light. He’d certainly never expected to find an angel in the midst of hell, but it appeared that was exactly what he’d done. If circumstances had been different, he would have enjoyed hanging around for a while.

      But his partner was out there in the storm. A vicious drug dealer was after them both. He couldn’t forgive himself if he led trouble here, to the home of an innocent woman.

      If she was innocent…He gathered the towel around his hips and rose slowly. How did he know he could trust her? What if the Driscoes and Larkin showed up? Would she just turn him over? His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Just because she’d taken in a stray didn’t mean she wouldn’t cave in to pressure, endangering both him and his partner. He had to get out of here. “Do you have a phone I can use?”

      Shannon stood beside him. “Phone lines are down, along with the power.”

      Caleb’s head started to swim. “You don’t understand. I have to make a call.”

      “I’m sorry. That’s not possible right now.”

      He tried to listen to what she was saying, but he couldn’t make sense of the words. He swayed, then felt strong arms go around him.

      “Hang on, big guy.”

      Her voice was gentle, kind, with a touch of humor. He did what she said and hung on. And found a gentleness he’d never known. He wanted to sink into the softness, to savor it.

      Her arms tightened. “Don’t pass out yet,” she commanded sternly. “We have to get you to the bed.”

      Caleb’s woozy mind thought bed sounded like a great idea. He imagined cool sheets and a tawny-haired woman lying beside him as he explored her luscious curves. He felt a stirring in his loins, then realized he’d dropped his covering. “The towel.”

      “Don’t worry about it,” she said matter-of-factly, guiding him along. “You’ll be under the blankets in no time.”

      They entered a dimly lit room.

      “Come on, just a few more feet.”

      A few more feet. It felt like a mile.

      “Okay, sit.”

      She pushed him back gently until he felt a mattress give beneath him. The quilts had been drawn back, and the sheets felt cool against his skin. He started to shiver again. He grabbed at the blankets and tried to lie down.

      Shannon held him up. “Oh, no, you don’t. We need to get your jacket off and your shirt, too.”

      She tugged at his jacket. At her urging, he moved his arm out of the sleeve. She slid off the right sleeve, sending fire through his arm. He gasped involuntarily.

      “Sorry. I’ll take care of that as soon as we take off the shirt.”

      Caleb tried to tell her he understood, but when he looked at her bending over him, her lovely face intent, her hair spilling around her shoulders like golden silk, he couldn’t form the words.

      He reached out to touch a skein of her hair. It felt like the finest silk. “God, you’re beautiful.” His voice sounded as though it came from the other end of a tunnel.

      She frowned a little. “We really have to take care of that arm. So help me take off this shirt of yours, okay?”

      He suddenly felt very tired. “Okay, then can I go to sleep?”

      “For a little while,” she said in a serious voice.

      With her help, he took off his long-sleeved knit shirt. Then he lay on his left side, his head against the cool pillows. He felt her draw a blanket over him.

      “I’m going to get the first-aid kit.”

      Caleb closed his eyes against the pounding in his head. “I’ll wait here, all right?”

      “All right, big guy.”

      He liked the way she said “big guy” and wondered if hearing her say his name would sound as sweet. “Caleb,” he said as a black hole started to swallow him. “My name is Caleb.”

      “All right, Caleb.”

      A half smile revealed a dimple in his right cheek. Shannon watched him sleep for a few minutes. Maybe he wasn’t as hard as he looked.

      Or felt.

      But the last thought was quickly quashed. She turned and left the room. A sensible woman didn’t think such thoughts about an injured stranger who landed on her doorstep. Even if the stranger was lying naked in her bed.

      Especially because he was lying naked in her bed.

      If being with Tony had taught her nothing else, it had taught her that she was better off being sensible. The roller coaster of their life together had left her at the bottom, hurt and disoriented. She had no intention of getting on that ride again. Its effects were devastating.

      Retrieving the first-aid kit from the living room, Shannon returned to find Caleb dozing against the pillows. The quilt had fallen down around his waist, revealing his bare chest. Shannon’s breath caught. Broad, tanned, with a black mat of hair, his chest revealed that he was indeed a big strong man. A spurt of longing went through her, in spite of her earlier resolve to be sensible. He looked solid, down-to-earth, the kind of man who would walk through hell to protect a woman, the kind to hold that woman forever.

      She turned away abruptly. She had no right to be looking at the man as anything other than someone hurt and in need. Just because she hadn’t had much human contact since she’d lost Tony didn’t mean she should turn this СКАЧАТЬ