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smiled and ran her hand through it to smooth down the tousled curls. “You’re a mess. But
I like you anyway.”
He closed his eyes. “That feels great.”
She had to leave before the husky, sexual cadence in his voice turned her to mush
and she launched herself at him.
They finally left the bed, showered, and he offered her breakfast. But she knew she
needed distance to decipher the heavy-duty feelings battering her from moment to
moment. When she’d dressed and gathered her purse and coat, they stood at the front
door.
He gathered her into his arms for a hug. “You’re good for me.”
Deep sincerity filled his voice, and she knew he meant every word. If he didn’t stop
being so nice, great … incredible… No. She had to keep this whole thing in perspective.
Jack was a great friend. A great man to fulfill sexual needs.
She needed to keep reminding herself of that.
She pulled back from his embrace. “Thanks for listening to my tales of woe.”
He pressed a quick kiss to her nose. “And thanks for listening to mine.”
“I’ll let you know about Billings.”
“Okay.” Jack’s expression held fierce longing. “Call me when you get home. I want
to make sure you’re all right.”
“Will do.”
“And you’d better be on your guard.”
“Why?”
“Because even if you don’t go with me to Billings, I’m letting you know right now
that you’re in trouble.” His lips touched her nose, then lingered with the softest of
touches against her lips. “I want you. And I’m pulling out all the stops to get you.”
A strange thrill mixed with absolute unease, and she stepped closer to the door. “All
the stops? What are you saying?”
“I’ll try every dirty trick in the book.” He gave her a sultry grin that turned
predatory. “Whatever it takes to seduce you again.”
Run away. For now.
“Jack, I’ve never seen this side of you before.”
He put his hands on his hips, his look one hundred percent male and unrelenting.
“I’m not the little boy you once knew.”
“No kidding.” She knew she had a silly grin on her face, but she couldn’t stop it.
“You’re full of surprises.”
With a wave, and a long, lingering look, she opened the door and left before the
storm of mixed feelings inside her threatened to destroy all her carefully constructed
distance.
* * * *
The Watcher saw Autumn leave Dillon’s house.
“I should burn you,” the Watcher hissed.
Tempted to turn the car toward Autumn and run her down in the street, the Watcher
clutched the steering wheel with white knuckles. When Autumn fired the big SUV to life
and wheeled it out onto the street and through snow, his temples ached with desire to
follow. But, no. Can’t have that. She might uncover his identity.
While Dillon and Autumn were in the house together, setting fire to the house had
occurred to the Watcher. But no, it wouldn’t work. Autumn would escape her punishment
because Dillon would save her. The Watcher knew the man would fight to the death for
her, and that made him sting with hatred for both of them.
The Watcher wanted satisfaction. Something slow and agonizing would be more
appropriate. Too much time had passed since he’d seen flames and felt heat. Finding the
next reason, the next need for fire came easily.
With a grin, the Watcher decided to take his time and plan the next burning so it was
inescapable.
Dillon and Autumn would roast like chickens on a spit.
Chapter Seventeen
Sunday morning dawned cold but clear, an inch of already melting snow on the
ground. Autumn had finished dressing when someone knocked on her bedroom door.
“Autumn, it’s Bitsie.”
Autumn opened the door, and Bitsie held out a huge bouquet of flowers. Surprised,
Autumn laughed. “I know you have to be under all that greenery somewhere.”
The older woman peeked around the large green vase of a dozen pink roses. Her grin
looked mischievous. “This just arrived, and it sure isn’t for me.”
As she took the flowers, Autumn inhaled the rich fragrance with pleasure. “They’re
beautiful. I can’t imagine who would send them, though.”
“I’m not telling.” Bitsie said and then grinned. “See you downstairs.”
When Bitsie left, Autumn put the vase on her dresser and then plucked the small
envelope from the holder.
To Autumn, from Jack.
Anticipation zinged and popped in her body like champagne. Her heart beat faster.
She slipped the little card from the envelope and read.
Autumn,
I can’t wait to see you again.
Love,
Jack.
“Love,” she whispered.
Oh, Jack. Don’t.
The thought Jack might be falling for her did strange things to her. She didn’t want
it, couldn’t handle it. At the same time the incredible upsurge of excitement and
tenderness inside her sent a riot of strong need through her. Toying with Jack’s emotions
would hurt his feelings. Problem was, she didn’t know if she could trust her chaotic
emotions.
She called his number to thank him but got the answering machine. “Jack, I got the
flowers. They are so beautiful.” Her throat went dry and she paused. “Thanks again for [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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smiled and ran her hand through it to smooth down the tousled curls. “You’re a mess. But
I like you anyway.”
He closed his eyes. “That feels great.”
She had to leave before the husky, sexual cadence in his voice turned her to mush
and she launched herself at him.
They finally left the bed, showered, and he offered her breakfast. But she knew she
needed distance to decipher the heavy-duty feelings battering her from moment to
moment. When she’d dressed and gathered her purse and coat, they stood at the front
door.
He gathered her into his arms for a hug. “You’re good for me.”
Deep sincerity filled his voice, and she knew he meant every word. If he didn’t stop
being so nice, great … incredible… No. She had to keep this whole thing in perspective.
Jack was a great friend. A great man to fulfill sexual needs.
She needed to keep reminding herself of that.
She pulled back from his embrace. “Thanks for listening to my tales of woe.”
He pressed a quick kiss to her nose. “And thanks for listening to mine.”
“I’ll let you know about Billings.”
“Okay.” Jack’s expression held fierce longing. “Call me when you get home. I want
to make sure you’re all right.”
“Will do.”
“And you’d better be on your guard.”
“Why?”
“Because even if you don’t go with me to Billings, I’m letting you know right now
that you’re in trouble.” His lips touched her nose, then lingered with the softest of
touches against her lips. “I want you. And I’m pulling out all the stops to get you.”
A strange thrill mixed with absolute unease, and she stepped closer to the door. “All
the stops? What are you saying?”
“I’ll try every dirty trick in the book.” He gave her a sultry grin that turned
predatory. “Whatever it takes to seduce you again.”
Run away. For now.
“Jack, I’ve never seen this side of you before.”
He put his hands on his hips, his look one hundred percent male and unrelenting.
“I’m not the little boy you once knew.”
“No kidding.” She knew she had a silly grin on her face, but she couldn’t stop it.
“You’re full of surprises.”
With a wave, and a long, lingering look, she opened the door and left before the
storm of mixed feelings inside her threatened to destroy all her carefully constructed
distance.
* * * *
The Watcher saw Autumn leave Dillon’s house.
“I should burn you,” the Watcher hissed.
Tempted to turn the car toward Autumn and run her down in the street, the Watcher
clutched the steering wheel with white knuckles. When Autumn fired the big SUV to life
and wheeled it out onto the street and through snow, his temples ached with desire to
follow. But, no. Can’t have that. She might uncover his identity.
While Dillon and Autumn were in the house together, setting fire to the house had
occurred to the Watcher. But no, it wouldn’t work. Autumn would escape her punishment
because Dillon would save her. The Watcher knew the man would fight to the death for
her, and that made him sting with hatred for both of them.
The Watcher wanted satisfaction. Something slow and agonizing would be more
appropriate. Too much time had passed since he’d seen flames and felt heat. Finding the
next reason, the next need for fire came easily.
With a grin, the Watcher decided to take his time and plan the next burning so it was
inescapable.
Dillon and Autumn would roast like chickens on a spit.
Chapter Seventeen
Sunday morning dawned cold but clear, an inch of already melting snow on the
ground. Autumn had finished dressing when someone knocked on her bedroom door.
“Autumn, it’s Bitsie.”
Autumn opened the door, and Bitsie held out a huge bouquet of flowers. Surprised,
Autumn laughed. “I know you have to be under all that greenery somewhere.”
The older woman peeked around the large green vase of a dozen pink roses. Her grin
looked mischievous. “This just arrived, and it sure isn’t for me.”
As she took the flowers, Autumn inhaled the rich fragrance with pleasure. “They’re
beautiful. I can’t imagine who would send them, though.”
“I’m not telling.” Bitsie said and then grinned. “See you downstairs.”
When Bitsie left, Autumn put the vase on her dresser and then plucked the small
envelope from the holder.
To Autumn, from Jack.
Anticipation zinged and popped in her body like champagne. Her heart beat faster.
She slipped the little card from the envelope and read.
Autumn,
I can’t wait to see you again.
Love,
Jack.
“Love,” she whispered.
Oh, Jack. Don’t.
The thought Jack might be falling for her did strange things to her. She didn’t want
it, couldn’t handle it. At the same time the incredible upsurge of excitement and
tenderness inside her sent a riot of strong need through her. Toying with Jack’s emotions
would hurt his feelings. Problem was, she didn’t know if she could trust her chaotic
emotions.
She called his number to thank him but got the answering machine. “Jack, I got the
flowers. They are so beautiful.” Her throat went dry and she paused. “Thanks again for [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]