Undercover Refuge. Melinda Di Lorenzo

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      Rush forced out a dry laugh. “I’m sure that’s foremost on Ernest’s mind.”

      He turned back to Alessandra—for some reason it grated on him that Garibaldi had a nickname for her—and unceremoniously dropped down, slid his arms around her calves, then lifted her straight up. She let out a little squeak. She wobbled, too, and her hands slammed to his shoulders to steady herself. The effect was immediate. Overwhelming.

      Her summery smell—light sweat, a kiss of salt and something else entirely—wafted up to him. Through him, somehow. Like he could taste it and absorb it. He almost wished he could do both for real.

      Then her hands released his shoulders to stretch up to the man who waited above, and things grew even worse. With the motion, her shirt lifted, exposing her stomach. And just like that, it—she—was pressed to Rush’s face.

      The smell of her had permeated his senses, but her skin...it seemed to permeate his very existence. Soft. Buttery. He couldn’t escape it. Hell. He didn’t want to. He wanted to turn his face so that his lips would meet her bared flesh instead of his cheek. He wished—like a crazy man, he was sure—that he didn’t have the beard so there was no barrier between them.

      Then she was gone. Yanked up by Ernest and his meaty paws. Like an even crazier man, Rush felt a rush of resentment. Not quite jealousy. Not that he was going to admit, anyway. There was definite, undeniable annoyance at the loss of contact, though.

       Been too long since you went out with a woman, eh, Atkinson?

      He answered the silent, self-directed question in a mutter. “Clearly.”

      “Did you say something to me?” Alessandra’s voice carried down, and when Rush looked up, he saw that she was hanging over the hole.

      “Nope,” he lied. “Just eager to get the hell out.”

      Garibaldi appeared beside the redhead, a sly smile visible on his face. And just as Rush did nearly every time he saw the man, he fought a bubbling fury. Garibaldi looked just like anyone else. Nondescript, even. Brown hair, tidily cut. Smooth face. Casual but expensive clothes.

      It only made Rush resent him more. The man who was responsible for his father’s death ought to stick out. He didn’t deserve the exterior normalcy. Or even the smooth voice he directed Rush’s way now.

      “You want Ernest to try to pull you up, too?” he asked.

      “I think I’d rather dig my way own way out,” Rush said, covering his distaste by bending over to snag his hat and sunglasses from the dirt.

      When he’d shoved both items back on, he looked up and saw that Garibaldi and Alessandra had slipped out of sight. A moment later, though, a thick piece of rope dropped over the edge. Rush gave it a tug, found it secure, and started to pull himself up. It reminded him unpleasantly of high school PE. Hand over hand, he climbed to the top, waving off Ernest’s offer of help.

      “Well,” said Garibaldi. “Now I know that sitting at the bottom of a pit doesn’t help your mood any.”

      Rush didn’t even have to try to curl his lip. “Think it would improve yours?”

      His boss didn’t react. It was the kind of relationship they’d built over the last few weeks. Rush playing up the role of bad-tempered, slightly resentful underling—which barely scraped the surface of how he really felt about being near the other man—who always pushed the envelope. His tough-guy act was supposed to be a way into Garibaldi’s good graces without the need for brownnosing. Some men were insecure in their power and appreciated a suck-up, but it’d taken only a few days to figure out that wasn’t the case with Jesse Garibaldi. The man wanted people he could trust not to fold under pressure, and he was secure enough in his own hold over his shady business that he didn’t worry about being personally challenged.

      It was all a game. Rush knew it. He was sure the other man thought of it that way, too.

       But the difference between his awareness and mine is that I actually know what the object of the game is. He just thinks he does.

      Rush adjusted his ball cap and met his boss’s eyes, deliberately avoiding a glance in Alessandra’s direction. No need to make an overt acknowledgment of her presence. If Jesse Garibaldi had something to say about her, he would.

      “So. I missed our meeting,” Rush stated instead.

      Garibaldi chuckled, then nodded toward the redhead. “Actually, it looks like you brought the meeting to me.”

      Rush flicked a quick, indifferent glance in the woman’s direction. “I always thought you preferred brunettes.”

      “Hey!” Alessandra protested. “I know what you’re implying, and I don’t—”

      Garibaldi cut her off with another laugh. “Relax, Al. I’m afraid Rush’s manners are a little lacking, and his humor’s off-color.”

      “You mean he’s a giant jerk?” the redhead snapped.

      Now Rush did turn to face her, raising an eyebrow and speaking before he could think to stop himself. “A giant jerk who followed you into a hole in the ground just to save you.”

      He tensed and waited for her to point out that he’d fallen in. Maybe to point out his somewhat foolish assumption that he’d thought she was tailing him through the woods. Instead, she scrunched up her face a little and turned to Garibaldi. Which irked Rush in the same way her nickname had. The two obviously knew each other well.

      “I’m sorry, Jesse,” she said. “I wasn’t trying to insult your friend. Even though he insulted me.”

      “Did he really jump in there to save you?” Garibaldi replied. “Sure doesn’t seem like his style. In fact, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen this man do something that wasn’t to his own direct benefit.”

      Rush snorted. “How am I supposed to get ahead if I’m always thinking about someone else?”

      “True enough,” his boss said easily, then smiled at Alessandra. “Want to explain how you wound up in the hole in the first place?”

      Rush stood back and waited—again—for the redhead to tell Garibaldi what had happened. Instead, she more or less left out his part in the events. She explained that she’d been lost, and that the final wrong turn had resulted in disaster.

      Rush wanted to narrow his eyes. He had a feeling she was deliberately leaving out any mention of unintentional stalking and accusations of hit man status. He just didn’t know why. She sure as hell didn’t seem like the type who’d be interested in saving him a bit of embarrassment. Not that he couldn’t or wouldn’t play it off if she brought it up.

       But still...

      His gut told him she was hedging around the exact circumstances for some other reason. It made him more than curious, and he was so busy musing over it that he all but tuned out what Garibaldi was saying. It was only a very specific sentence that drew him back out of his own head and into the conversation.

      “...so the two of you should be nice and cozy in the cabin,” his boss was saying. “It’s not СКАЧАТЬ