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Authors: Talina Perkins
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soft heart beneath all that muscle.
She kissed his jaw. The day’s stubble tickled her lips, and she smiled. No way she’d ever tell him how much she loved his rougher side.
Or how much she would miss it.
Ema pushed up from the chair.” I need to get dressed and back to San Diego, Gabriel. This isn’t your mess to fix.” She moved to the stairs. Hopefully, Lucas’s wife had something here that would fit her and she could get the hell out.
Distance was what Ema needed. Once she got him out of her system, reclaimed her senses, and forgot the way his hard body felt against hers, she’d be okay.
Her heart called her liar.
Chapter Six
Ema made her way upstairs, her bare feet softly falling against the hard wood. Fire blazed between her shoulder blades from the heat of Gabe’s stare. Hard breaths cut through the thick air. Not hers, but his. Diablos .
Every step that took her farther from him was harder than the last.
Don’t look back. Keep moving. Just another step.
A frustrated growl rumbled through the air, followed by heavy footsteps in the opposite direction. Spears pierced her heart. This was for the better. She’d return to her small shop, figure out how to save her and her sister’s futures, and never have to worry about heartache again. She just had to survive tonight, and tomorrow would be better.
She flung open the door to her cousin’s upstairs bedroom, flipped the light on, and grabbed the first thing from the top drawer.
How could he just blurt out things like being a family? It never got her anything, and it sure as hell never served him. She gritted her teeth and shoved her feet into the closest pair of sneakers. She ran a hand through her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. God, what was wrong with her? No amount of couch time with a top-notch therapist would fix her screwed-up views on family.
A sharp noise pierced the quiet night and hijacked her thoughts.
Everything went black.
She blinked several times. Before she could clear her head, three gunshots ripped through the night.
The sound of breaking glass was followed by masculine grunts. Gabriel was downstairs fighting off the intruder. What if it was Bougainvillea? Was he as crazy as Gabriel had said? Why did he want her so bad? She patted her thigh for her cell. Diablos . Gabriel had left in on the counter downstairs.
She eased closer to the door and peered around the corner.
Another shot split the darkness. Chills ran down her spine. She froze, straining for some indication of what was going on. Nothing. No glass breaking. No grunts. Nada.
Her heart lurched into her throat. Each beat cutting off her air. Gabriel, Diablos , what if he was hurt. Or worse…dead?
Her mind screamed for her to go downstairs to him, make sure he was all right. Logic kept her feet planted in place. What now? If she made a sound, it was game over. She’d place Gabriel in more danger.
She glanced around Lucas’s bedroom. Moonlight broke through the windows, highlighting a white phone on the nightstand to her right.
Relief filled her. She palmed the receiver, the cold plastic slipping a little in her sweaty grasp. Dead.
Tears threatened to spill. She inhaled to the count of three. Gabriel needed her.
With her heart still in her throat, Ema moved to the door and eased around the corner, being careful not to make a sound. Just a few steps separated her from the banister.
Large hands engulfed her shoulders, spun her, and hauled her up against a broad chest. She stiffened, gasping for air. Blood rushed in her ears and she thrashed against the wall of muscle.
Instinct drove her elbow up into the silhouetted jaw. Her attacker loosened his grip enough for her to kick free. She followed her defense with a blow to the gut. She lurched forward, landing a solid foot, and pushed. Bastardo!
Her attacker took the hard way down the stairs…headfirst.
She followed, keeping to the shadows. She stepped over the unconscious dude at the foot of the
She kissed his jaw. The day’s stubble tickled her lips, and she smiled. No way she’d ever tell him how much she loved his rougher side.
Or how much she would miss it.
Ema pushed up from the chair.” I need to get dressed and back to San Diego, Gabriel. This isn’t your mess to fix.” She moved to the stairs. Hopefully, Lucas’s wife had something here that would fit her and she could get the hell out.
Distance was what Ema needed. Once she got him out of her system, reclaimed her senses, and forgot the way his hard body felt against hers, she’d be okay.
Her heart called her liar.
Chapter Six
Ema made her way upstairs, her bare feet softly falling against the hard wood. Fire blazed between her shoulder blades from the heat of Gabe’s stare. Hard breaths cut through the thick air. Not hers, but his. Diablos .
Every step that took her farther from him was harder than the last.
Don’t look back. Keep moving. Just another step.
A frustrated growl rumbled through the air, followed by heavy footsteps in the opposite direction. Spears pierced her heart. This was for the better. She’d return to her small shop, figure out how to save her and her sister’s futures, and never have to worry about heartache again. She just had to survive tonight, and tomorrow would be better.
She flung open the door to her cousin’s upstairs bedroom, flipped the light on, and grabbed the first thing from the top drawer.
How could he just blurt out things like being a family? It never got her anything, and it sure as hell never served him. She gritted her teeth and shoved her feet into the closest pair of sneakers. She ran a hand through her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. God, what was wrong with her? No amount of couch time with a top-notch therapist would fix her screwed-up views on family.
A sharp noise pierced the quiet night and hijacked her thoughts.
Everything went black.
She blinked several times. Before she could clear her head, three gunshots ripped through the night.
The sound of breaking glass was followed by masculine grunts. Gabriel was downstairs fighting off the intruder. What if it was Bougainvillea? Was he as crazy as Gabriel had said? Why did he want her so bad? She patted her thigh for her cell. Diablos . Gabriel had left in on the counter downstairs.
She eased closer to the door and peered around the corner.
Another shot split the darkness. Chills ran down her spine. She froze, straining for some indication of what was going on. Nothing. No glass breaking. No grunts. Nada.
Her heart lurched into her throat. Each beat cutting off her air. Gabriel, Diablos , what if he was hurt. Or worse…dead?
Her mind screamed for her to go downstairs to him, make sure he was all right. Logic kept her feet planted in place. What now? If she made a sound, it was game over. She’d place Gabriel in more danger.
She glanced around Lucas’s bedroom. Moonlight broke through the windows, highlighting a white phone on the nightstand to her right.
Relief filled her. She palmed the receiver, the cold plastic slipping a little in her sweaty grasp. Dead.
Tears threatened to spill. She inhaled to the count of three. Gabriel needed her.
With her heart still in her throat, Ema moved to the door and eased around the corner, being careful not to make a sound. Just a few steps separated her from the banister.
Large hands engulfed her shoulders, spun her, and hauled her up against a broad chest. She stiffened, gasping for air. Blood rushed in her ears and she thrashed against the wall of muscle.
Instinct drove her elbow up into the silhouetted jaw. Her attacker loosened his grip enough for her to kick free. She followed her defense with a blow to the gut. She lurched forward, landing a solid foot, and pushed. Bastardo!
Her attacker took the hard way down the stairs…headfirst.
She followed, keeping to the shadows. She stepped over the unconscious dude at the foot of the
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