jealous.
Yet she couldn’t shake the feelings ingrained in her. Dominic hadn’t only been married to his job—he’d been cheating. Now his betrayal was all tangled up with his late hours and the times he’d stood her up.
Silly, yes, but she couldn’t separate any of it in her mind. She’d tried at first, but six months after she’d broken things off with Dominic, she’d had a similar experience with another guy. Was it so wrong to want to be shown she was important to someone?
Jagger might be different , an inner voice said. People are in trouble. Property is being destroyed. East Street needs him more than I do.
She felt dumb for letting him crack her impenetrable wall, though. Between their wild sex and her strangely comfortable feeling with him, she’d let down her guard. Add his playful game of truth and dare, the tickling episode, and the adorable way he’d responded to her answering the door without pants, and she’d let herself believe this relationship could be different.
But it wasn’t. Even if Jagger wasn’t a workaholic like Dominic was, he was devoted to his job. And he should be. If she were in trouble, she hoped some rescuer would be as dedicated as Jagger.
Pushing out a sigh, she got to her feet and gathered all the Chinese into her arms. Neither of them had eaten much, so she packaged it back in the cute takeout boxes and put them into the refrigerator.
Now what to do with herself? She needed to keep her mind off the sexy hunk of man. But her body felt deliciously used, and she could still taste him on her lips. He’d promised her an early-morning snack, which meant he intended to return.
Jagger’s not hooking up with his coworker. He’s battling flames.
The idea sent her heart racing with worry. It wasn’t anywhere near the adrenaline rush she loved, and it left her feeling a little sick and dizzy. She drifted back to the sofa and flipped to the city’s news channel.
As she watched highlights of the latest ball game, she tugged her leggings on. Really, why had she let him into her apartment? She had to stop seeing him, but now that he knew where she lived, that might be difficult. His questions and absorbed looks were red flags that she needed to run.
But now what? She’d have to move to keep him from finding her. She needed to grow a pair and tell him outright that they weren’t right for each other.
Even as she thought this, part of her protested. She liked Jagger—a lot. And she couldn’t deny that his possessive moments fed that part in her that Dominic had shattered so completely.
When Jagger had gone alpha on the delivery kid, pushing her aside and blocking her from the guy’s view with his big body, a thrill had gone straight through her.
The sports highlights turned to a break-in at the library and some books being vandalized. And finally a special news bulletin.
A red banner flashed at the bottom with the city block affected by the fire. Her mind wandered the city grid, but she’d never been to that section of town. When the East Street water tanker flashed onscreen followed by a shot of the flames, she plastered a hand to her thumping heart.
God, Jagger was really there. Anything could happen to him.
Her breaths came faster. They’d only been together twice. She hardly knew him. But all those days between when she’d thought about him nonstop had added to the level of intimacy she felt.
And she didn’t want anything to happen to him.
Unable to hold still, she bounced her foot. Then got up and paced as the reporter shared all they knew about this fire.
Believed to be arson.
Hanna’s chest burned. If he was injured—or worse—from some sick person’s crime, she’d never forgive herself for not saying goodbye. So immature of her, and she wouldn’t let that happen again.
For a brief moment her mind screamed that she shouldn’t be seeing him again, but she tamped down the voice and watched as two crew members holding the hose ran into the burning
Yet she couldn’t shake the feelings ingrained in her. Dominic hadn’t only been married to his job—he’d been cheating. Now his betrayal was all tangled up with his late hours and the times he’d stood her up.
Silly, yes, but she couldn’t separate any of it in her mind. She’d tried at first, but six months after she’d broken things off with Dominic, she’d had a similar experience with another guy. Was it so wrong to want to be shown she was important to someone?
Jagger might be different , an inner voice said. People are in trouble. Property is being destroyed. East Street needs him more than I do.
She felt dumb for letting him crack her impenetrable wall, though. Between their wild sex and her strangely comfortable feeling with him, she’d let down her guard. Add his playful game of truth and dare, the tickling episode, and the adorable way he’d responded to her answering the door without pants, and she’d let herself believe this relationship could be different.
But it wasn’t. Even if Jagger wasn’t a workaholic like Dominic was, he was devoted to his job. And he should be. If she were in trouble, she hoped some rescuer would be as dedicated as Jagger.
Pushing out a sigh, she got to her feet and gathered all the Chinese into her arms. Neither of them had eaten much, so she packaged it back in the cute takeout boxes and put them into the refrigerator.
Now what to do with herself? She needed to keep her mind off the sexy hunk of man. But her body felt deliciously used, and she could still taste him on her lips. He’d promised her an early-morning snack, which meant he intended to return.
Jagger’s not hooking up with his coworker. He’s battling flames.
The idea sent her heart racing with worry. It wasn’t anywhere near the adrenaline rush she loved, and it left her feeling a little sick and dizzy. She drifted back to the sofa and flipped to the city’s news channel.
As she watched highlights of the latest ball game, she tugged her leggings on. Really, why had she let him into her apartment? She had to stop seeing him, but now that he knew where she lived, that might be difficult. His questions and absorbed looks were red flags that she needed to run.
But now what? She’d have to move to keep him from finding her. She needed to grow a pair and tell him outright that they weren’t right for each other.
Even as she thought this, part of her protested. She liked Jagger—a lot. And she couldn’t deny that his possessive moments fed that part in her that Dominic had shattered so completely.
When Jagger had gone alpha on the delivery kid, pushing her aside and blocking her from the guy’s view with his big body, a thrill had gone straight through her.
The sports highlights turned to a break-in at the library and some books being vandalized. And finally a special news bulletin.
A red banner flashed at the bottom with the city block affected by the fire. Her mind wandered the city grid, but she’d never been to that section of town. When the East Street water tanker flashed onscreen followed by a shot of the flames, she plastered a hand to her thumping heart.
God, Jagger was really there. Anything could happen to him.
Her breaths came faster. They’d only been together twice. She hardly knew him. But all those days between when she’d thought about him nonstop had added to the level of intimacy she felt.
And she didn’t want anything to happen to him.
Unable to hold still, she bounced her foot. Then got up and paced as the reporter shared all they knew about this fire.
Believed to be arson.
Hanna’s chest burned. If he was injured—or worse—from some sick person’s crime, she’d never forgive herself for not saying goodbye. So immature of her, and she wouldn’t let that happen again.
For a brief moment her mind screamed that she shouldn’t be seeing him again, but she tamped down the voice and watched as two crew members holding the hose ran into the burning
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