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they looked.
His spiked, blond hair was short enough it was never out of place. It stood on end naturally. Her hands had brushed against it a few times, but she would love to run her palm over the top.
And he was so freaking tall. Maybe there were plenty of people his height in the world, but for some reason his six-five stature combined with his broad frame and fierce look made him superhuman.
Haley tucked an errant curl behind her ear and crossed her arms at her chest. She’d been a little underweight when he’d found her, but she was slowly putting it back on. It would take a while. Often she wasn’t hungry.
When he sighed again, her nipples stiffened. She squeezed her thighs together and shuddered. How did he have this impact on her? She was a grown woman. Thirty years old, for Christ’s sake.
In the past she’d dated mostly nerdy types, men who were too intellectual for their own good. Skinny. Talked too much—especially about themselves and their achievements.
The last guy she went out with was almost two years ago. His name was Bradley. She met him through Belinda, one of her only friends from college. Belinda was a journalist working her way up the tough ladder. Brad was a friend of her older brother.
He bored Haley to tears even though she’d given him about five dates just to prove to herself he wasn’t the “one.”
Brad was all corporate business. He laughed at his own jokes—ones Haley didn’t understand in the least.
He tried too hard.
Mikhail was the polar opposite of Brad.
She worried she was attracted to him because he saved her, or because he understood her job better than anyone else, or because she was desperate. Whatever the reason, she was in so much trouble. She needed to let him get back to his life. He was living out of a duffle bag he kept in the corner of her bedroom.
A part of her knew she needed to stop spending so much time with him. She had leaned on him for almost three weeks. A stranger.
Well, he wasn’t a stranger anymore. But this incessant need to pace around her bedroom at night and stare at him sleeping had to stop. In her mind, she’d built him up to be some sort of god. After all, she’d thought of him as Thor from the first moment she saw him.
Her own personal Norse god, her protector.
And Lord knew she needed one. As if her situation wasn’t stressful enough, while he’d been keeping her practically sequestered in her apartment out of harm’s way, his best friend’s car was blown to smithereens two weeks ago outside the venue where he fought that night.
She hadn’t been there, and she had no idea why she found it so upsetting, but she’d met Leo, and she liked both him and his girlfriend, Katie. She didn’t like to hear of anyone in harm’s way.
There was no doubt in anyone’s mind the same people who had kidnapped her and held her against her will had also blown up Leo’s Trans Am.
“Haley…” Mikhail’s deep voice startled her. Shit. He was awake.
She pushed off the doorframe and dropped her hands. Her face turned every shade of red. He’d caught her staring at him. Lord.
“Can’t sleep?” He pushed himself to a seated position, stuffing pillows behind his back. “Come here.” He held out a hand.
Her tongue was tied. Getting closer, hell touching him, was probably not the best plan. But not doing so wasn’t even an option.
She managed to tell her legs to move forward and inched toward him. Her living room was so small the pullout took up nearly every inch of space. The coffee table and end table were pushed against the wall next to the door. The only other chair in the room was a recliner she had to squeeze around to get to him.
His hand was still lifted when she got to his side, giving her no choice but to reach out with her own fingers and let him wrap his larger warm hand around hers.
She shivered. It wasn’t cold in the room, but every time she touched him, electricity shot through her body.
He tugged until she sat on
His spiked, blond hair was short enough it was never out of place. It stood on end naturally. Her hands had brushed against it a few times, but she would love to run her palm over the top.
And he was so freaking tall. Maybe there were plenty of people his height in the world, but for some reason his six-five stature combined with his broad frame and fierce look made him superhuman.
Haley tucked an errant curl behind her ear and crossed her arms at her chest. She’d been a little underweight when he’d found her, but she was slowly putting it back on. It would take a while. Often she wasn’t hungry.
When he sighed again, her nipples stiffened. She squeezed her thighs together and shuddered. How did he have this impact on her? She was a grown woman. Thirty years old, for Christ’s sake.
In the past she’d dated mostly nerdy types, men who were too intellectual for their own good. Skinny. Talked too much—especially about themselves and their achievements.
The last guy she went out with was almost two years ago. His name was Bradley. She met him through Belinda, one of her only friends from college. Belinda was a journalist working her way up the tough ladder. Brad was a friend of her older brother.
He bored Haley to tears even though she’d given him about five dates just to prove to herself he wasn’t the “one.”
Brad was all corporate business. He laughed at his own jokes—ones Haley didn’t understand in the least.
He tried too hard.
Mikhail was the polar opposite of Brad.
She worried she was attracted to him because he saved her, or because he understood her job better than anyone else, or because she was desperate. Whatever the reason, she was in so much trouble. She needed to let him get back to his life. He was living out of a duffle bag he kept in the corner of her bedroom.
A part of her knew she needed to stop spending so much time with him. She had leaned on him for almost three weeks. A stranger.
Well, he wasn’t a stranger anymore. But this incessant need to pace around her bedroom at night and stare at him sleeping had to stop. In her mind, she’d built him up to be some sort of god. After all, she’d thought of him as Thor from the first moment she saw him.
Her own personal Norse god, her protector.
And Lord knew she needed one. As if her situation wasn’t stressful enough, while he’d been keeping her practically sequestered in her apartment out of harm’s way, his best friend’s car was blown to smithereens two weeks ago outside the venue where he fought that night.
She hadn’t been there, and she had no idea why she found it so upsetting, but she’d met Leo, and she liked both him and his girlfriend, Katie. She didn’t like to hear of anyone in harm’s way.
There was no doubt in anyone’s mind the same people who had kidnapped her and held her against her will had also blown up Leo’s Trans Am.
“Haley…” Mikhail’s deep voice startled her. Shit. He was awake.
She pushed off the doorframe and dropped her hands. Her face turned every shade of red. He’d caught her staring at him. Lord.
“Can’t sleep?” He pushed himself to a seated position, stuffing pillows behind his back. “Come here.” He held out a hand.
Her tongue was tied. Getting closer, hell touching him, was probably not the best plan. But not doing so wasn’t even an option.
She managed to tell her legs to move forward and inched toward him. Her living room was so small the pullout took up nearly every inch of space. The coffee table and end table were pushed against the wall next to the door. The only other chair in the room was a recliner she had to squeeze around to get to him.
His hand was still lifted when she got to his side, giving her no choice but to reach out with her own fingers and let him wrap his larger warm hand around hers.
She shivered. It wasn’t cold in the room, but every time she touched him, electricity shot through her body.
He tugged until she sat on
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