moment. Well, maybe a little. He’d love to see her face.
With a grimace, he carefully stood using the nightstand for support and put a little weight on his leg. Not too bad. Not good, but not too bad. Gingerly taking his first step, he noticed the lack of dizziness. Probably due to the fact he’d sucked down enough water to float a boat and eaten some solid food. Something else he needed to thank Bobbi for.
Dinner had been great. His passion for cooking and the culinary classes he’d taken over the years had sharpened his palate, making him somewhat of a critic and difficult to please, but Bobbi surprised him. Her roast chicken breast in a light lemon sauce had been fantastic.
He thought about asking for the recipe then decided to wait for a better time. She’d probably laugh her cute little butt off if he did, anyway. Most people found it more than funny that he enjoyed cooking, so he generally kept that information to himself.
Needing to repair what he’d unwittingly broken, the first sign of her trust, he carefully made his way to the door. Right on cue Monstro growled. Bobbi’s head snapped around so fast, her contacts would’ve popped out if she’d been wearing them, which he doubted since she’d been sleeping. Which meant he might get another glimpse of those fantastic eyes.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
He grinned teasingly. “With you wearing out the floorboards and the storm outside, how’s a guy supposed to sleep?”
“I wasn’t making that much noise, and you were sleeping fine before.” Her brusque tone didn’t hide the faint tremor in her voice.
“I thought you said I was tossing and turning.”
She let out an exasperated grunt. “At first, but you were fine a little while ago.”
“I’ll say.” A husky tone crept unbidden into his voice. Maybe this teasing thing wasn’t such a good idea after all, but it was his only plan at the moment. He’d have to see it through.
Her fists clenched the blanket tighter. An odd electrical current stirred the air and not from the storm. She was afraid of more than a little thunder. And so was he.
Distance, distance .
“So why aren’t you upstairs tucked away in your safe little bed?” he asked.
“The power is out and it’s too cold upstairs. I’ve got a generator, but it’ll have to wait until morning. Now go lie down before you fall down.” She crossed the room and stopped in front of him, making no move to touch him, thank God.
The firelight dancing on her exposed shoulder nearly brought him to his knees. He wanted to grab her and devour her luscious mouth and wrap himself in her warmth, but she was off limits for more reasons than he could count.
Brotherly thoughts, Reid, brotherly . If Jase were alive, he’d do more than break his nose for just thinking about touching Bobbi.
Determined to keep her on the defensive and make up for his earlier stupidity, he resumed his flirting. He could only hope she wouldn’t turn the tables on him and flirt back. No way in hell, would he survive that.
“I’ll go to bed when you do, darlin’,” he said suggestively.
She rolled eyes, and he caught a glimpse of their unusual coloring.
“I’m sleeping on the couch. Alone. Now come on.” She turned him around and guided him to the bed.
He shouldn’t enjoy the warmth of her hands against him, but what was a guy to do?
A loud crash ripped through the night, spewing glass across the room, driving every lascivious thought he had from his mind.
Chapter Four
Acting on years of training, Travis flung his arms around her, threw her to the floor, and covered her with his body. Holding his breath, he waited.
Several seconds passed, but only the sound of the storm and rain patting against the hardwood floor echoed in the darkness. Lifting his head, he looked at
With a grimace, he carefully stood using the nightstand for support and put a little weight on his leg. Not too bad. Not good, but not too bad. Gingerly taking his first step, he noticed the lack of dizziness. Probably due to the fact he’d sucked down enough water to float a boat and eaten some solid food. Something else he needed to thank Bobbi for.
Dinner had been great. His passion for cooking and the culinary classes he’d taken over the years had sharpened his palate, making him somewhat of a critic and difficult to please, but Bobbi surprised him. Her roast chicken breast in a light lemon sauce had been fantastic.
He thought about asking for the recipe then decided to wait for a better time. She’d probably laugh her cute little butt off if he did, anyway. Most people found it more than funny that he enjoyed cooking, so he generally kept that information to himself.
Needing to repair what he’d unwittingly broken, the first sign of her trust, he carefully made his way to the door. Right on cue Monstro growled. Bobbi’s head snapped around so fast, her contacts would’ve popped out if she’d been wearing them, which he doubted since she’d been sleeping. Which meant he might get another glimpse of those fantastic eyes.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
He grinned teasingly. “With you wearing out the floorboards and the storm outside, how’s a guy supposed to sleep?”
“I wasn’t making that much noise, and you were sleeping fine before.” Her brusque tone didn’t hide the faint tremor in her voice.
“I thought you said I was tossing and turning.”
She let out an exasperated grunt. “At first, but you were fine a little while ago.”
“I’ll say.” A husky tone crept unbidden into his voice. Maybe this teasing thing wasn’t such a good idea after all, but it was his only plan at the moment. He’d have to see it through.
Her fists clenched the blanket tighter. An odd electrical current stirred the air and not from the storm. She was afraid of more than a little thunder. And so was he.
Distance, distance .
“So why aren’t you upstairs tucked away in your safe little bed?” he asked.
“The power is out and it’s too cold upstairs. I’ve got a generator, but it’ll have to wait until morning. Now go lie down before you fall down.” She crossed the room and stopped in front of him, making no move to touch him, thank God.
The firelight dancing on her exposed shoulder nearly brought him to his knees. He wanted to grab her and devour her luscious mouth and wrap himself in her warmth, but she was off limits for more reasons than he could count.
Brotherly thoughts, Reid, brotherly . If Jase were alive, he’d do more than break his nose for just thinking about touching Bobbi.
Determined to keep her on the defensive and make up for his earlier stupidity, he resumed his flirting. He could only hope she wouldn’t turn the tables on him and flirt back. No way in hell, would he survive that.
“I’ll go to bed when you do, darlin’,” he said suggestively.
She rolled eyes, and he caught a glimpse of their unusual coloring.
“I’m sleeping on the couch. Alone. Now come on.” She turned him around and guided him to the bed.
He shouldn’t enjoy the warmth of her hands against him, but what was a guy to do?
A loud crash ripped through the night, spewing glass across the room, driving every lascivious thought he had from his mind.
Chapter Four
Acting on years of training, Travis flung his arms around her, threw her to the floor, and covered her with his body. Holding his breath, he waited.
Several seconds passed, but only the sound of the storm and rain patting against the hardwood floor echoed in the darkness. Lifting his head, he looked at
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