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Authors: Mina Carter, J.William Mitchell
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you scream with pleasure, sweetheart.” Regret clouded his eyes. Regret, and a hell of a lot of desire. “But…I’m not a nice man. A woman like you…you deserve someone nice. Not me.”
“You’re wrong,” she said. “You are a nice man. One would go out of his way to save someone he could have just left behind to save himself. Someone who would stop a woman from making love to him because he thought it was wrong. A good and decent man would do what you did when you thought you hurt my feelings.
“You’re not as bad as you think you are,” she said sincerely. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this, but not for the reasons you want to believe. I’m not buying it, and neither are you.”
He shrugged, obviously not convinced by that argument, and turned the key to start the engine.
“You’re sweet, Rollie, but I’d eat you for breakfast and walk away without looking back.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Can you handle that? No, I thought not.”
She was quiet for a moment. She was convinced he was putting on a show for her benefit. She’d love nothing more than to take up his challenge. But they needed to get somewhere safe before she proved him wrong. The sod actually thought she wasn’t woman enough for him. Fat chance at that. Her feminine pride was at stake here as well, and she wasn’t about to let him get away with issuing that challenge and not getting a proper response. She swallowed her pride and zipped up her jacket. “Where exactly are we?”
He drove across the parking lot and pulled out onto the highway before he answered. “About sixty miles outside Crowsford,” he said. “We’ll take a break there, switch vehicles.”
Crowsford. Great, they were stuck in some hick town. If this was about what she thought it was, she was going to need help to end this. And if they took too long, this entire ordeal would end with their violent deaths.
She didn’t say anything else during the drive, just looked out the window. Day kept sliding glances at her, but she tried to ignore him. Finally, they reached the small town. It was a bit above a one-horse town, but not by much. He pulled into the motel and parked in front of the office. “I’ll get us a room. We need sleep before we move on.”
She stopped him with a hand on his arm. “One thing though.”
He looked over his shoulder at her. “What’s that?”
“You know my name. What do I call you?”
He paused for a second. “Dayton Vann.”
Chapter Six
I am not going to have sex with Rollie. I am not going to have sex with Rollie. I am not going to have sex with Rollie .
Day repeated the mantra in his head as he stood in the shower. Apart from the fact that he quite literally stank, he’d come in here to escape. To get his head together before he snapped and pinned his lovely ex-captive down on the bed and gave her a night neither of them would forget.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Day.” He cursed urgently under his breath, his hands braced on the grubby white tile of the shower as he shoved his head under the spray. He’d been done in the shower for a while, soaped and shampooed until he was squeaky clean. Hell, he’d even have shaved if he’d managed to pick up a razor in their desperate dash from the cabin if it helped him avoid having to go back out there. Perhaps if he took long enough, the fates would be kind and she’d have fallen asleep from sheer boredom.
***
Rollie fumed as she sat on the bed, ruminating on their earlier encounter. It hurt that Day saw her as a girl and not woman enough for him. She had never been able to share any significant emotional moment with any man long enough to break through the wall of uncertainty that her unusual childhood had created. But being kidnapped, shot at, nearly killed, and then saved by her own captor, she had never experienced anything as traumatic as this with another person, particularly a man. And the same man treated her like every other man had
“You’re wrong,” she said. “You are a nice man. One would go out of his way to save someone he could have just left behind to save himself. Someone who would stop a woman from making love to him because he thought it was wrong. A good and decent man would do what you did when you thought you hurt my feelings.
“You’re not as bad as you think you are,” she said sincerely. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this, but not for the reasons you want to believe. I’m not buying it, and neither are you.”
He shrugged, obviously not convinced by that argument, and turned the key to start the engine.
“You’re sweet, Rollie, but I’d eat you for breakfast and walk away without looking back.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Can you handle that? No, I thought not.”
She was quiet for a moment. She was convinced he was putting on a show for her benefit. She’d love nothing more than to take up his challenge. But they needed to get somewhere safe before she proved him wrong. The sod actually thought she wasn’t woman enough for him. Fat chance at that. Her feminine pride was at stake here as well, and she wasn’t about to let him get away with issuing that challenge and not getting a proper response. She swallowed her pride and zipped up her jacket. “Where exactly are we?”
He drove across the parking lot and pulled out onto the highway before he answered. “About sixty miles outside Crowsford,” he said. “We’ll take a break there, switch vehicles.”
Crowsford. Great, they were stuck in some hick town. If this was about what she thought it was, she was going to need help to end this. And if they took too long, this entire ordeal would end with their violent deaths.
She didn’t say anything else during the drive, just looked out the window. Day kept sliding glances at her, but she tried to ignore him. Finally, they reached the small town. It was a bit above a one-horse town, but not by much. He pulled into the motel and parked in front of the office. “I’ll get us a room. We need sleep before we move on.”
She stopped him with a hand on his arm. “One thing though.”
He looked over his shoulder at her. “What’s that?”
“You know my name. What do I call you?”
He paused for a second. “Dayton Vann.”
Chapter Six
I am not going to have sex with Rollie. I am not going to have sex with Rollie. I am not going to have sex with Rollie .
Day repeated the mantra in his head as he stood in the shower. Apart from the fact that he quite literally stank, he’d come in here to escape. To get his head together before he snapped and pinned his lovely ex-captive down on the bed and gave her a night neither of them would forget.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Day.” He cursed urgently under his breath, his hands braced on the grubby white tile of the shower as he shoved his head under the spray. He’d been done in the shower for a while, soaped and shampooed until he was squeaky clean. Hell, he’d even have shaved if he’d managed to pick up a razor in their desperate dash from the cabin if it helped him avoid having to go back out there. Perhaps if he took long enough, the fates would be kind and she’d have fallen asleep from sheer boredom.
***
Rollie fumed as she sat on the bed, ruminating on their earlier encounter. It hurt that Day saw her as a girl and not woman enough for him. She had never been able to share any significant emotional moment with any man long enough to break through the wall of uncertainty that her unusual childhood had created. But being kidnapped, shot at, nearly killed, and then saved by her own captor, she had never experienced anything as traumatic as this with another person, particularly a man. And the same man treated her like every other man had
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