used to think that if I ever did, youâd be high on my list of prospects.â His face darkened. âAnd then John started feeding me lies about you. And I listened.â
She started to draw away, but he caught her wrists and held her there, his black eyes steady and probing.
âI wish I could take it back,â he said. âBut I canât. Iâm really sorry for the way I treated you. Especially at the funeral home.â
The feel of his big, warm hands around her wrists wasnât threatening to her. They were comforting. âYou didnât know me,â she said.
âI didnât want to know you.â He grimaced. âMaybe I wonât ever go off the deep end like my mother did. But Iâve got a past thatâs going to make it hard for any woman to live with me on a permanent basis. I make my living with guns, Millie,â he added, watching her face. âI work for a government agency that sends me in when every other option fails. Itâs dangerous work. I canât afford any sort of distraction. Thatâs why I donât get involved with nice girls. Girls like you.â
It began to make sense. Good time girls didnât expect happy endings. They, like Tony, lived for the moment. He liked his job, had no thought of ever quitting it, and he was telling Millie to back off. In a nice way, but definitely the same message.
She forced a smile. âYouâre warning me off,â she said, trying to sound nonchalant. âShould I be flattered?â
He let go of her wrists. âI donât want to hurt you,â he said solemnly. âI could. Youâre not worldly.â
She got to her feet and went back to the sofa and sat down. âI guess Iâm not. Iâm a librarian,â she said philosophically. âLibrary work isnât Indiana Jones stuff.â
âNo. But if you read military history, youâre an armchair adventurer, at least,â he teased.
She smiled, hiding her misery. âWhat do you like to read?â
âThe classics,â he said. âBut Iâm partial to military history myself.â
âDo you have a hobby?â she asked, fascinated with what she was learning about him.
He grinned. âI like to cook,â he told her. âI can make almost anything, even French pastries.â
She laughed. âSo can I.â
He pursed his lips. âPity we donât have a kitchen here.â
âIsnât it, just?â
He stood up and stretched, powerful muscles rippling in his chest and arms. âItâs been a long day. I usually stay up late, but Iâm pretty tired. Watch another movie, if you like. It wonât disturb me.â
She nodded, but she looked uncomfortable.
âWhat is it?â he asked.
She grimaced. âI was so upset that I forgot to pack anything to sleep inâ¦â
âNow thatâs a problem I can solve,â he told her. He went into his bedroom, rummaged in his suitcase and came back with a round-necked white T-shirt in pristine condition. âIt will swallow you whole. As good as a gown, Iâd say.â He grinned.
She laughed and fought a blush. He really was huge. It would come down to her knees and wrap around her three times. âThanks.â
âHey. Weâre bunkmates. We have to share, right?â He winked at her. âSleep tight.â
âYou, too.â
He went into his room and closed the door. She turned off the television and withdrew into her own room. After sheâd put out the light, she lay in the darkness, loving the feel and smell of the T-shirt against her skin. She wondered if she could find some excuse for not giving it back.
She was delighted that heâd told her the true story of his background. She understood him much better. He had good reasons for wanting to stay uninvolved with women. But she wondered if he was beginning to feel the need for companionship, more than just a
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