Authors: Mia Dymond
Tags: #Mystery, #tattoo, #color, #psychic, #Contemporary, #Romance, #soldier, #snake, #seal, #Navy
Cam eron turned to look at the sofa. “Cushions.” She swiv eled
back around on the stool, opened one of the books, and flipped a few
pages until she paused and tapped a page with her fingernail.
“How about this?”
Brett listened to the two wom en chatter like m agpies until he
thought his ears would bleed. Why was upholstery so com plicated?
And who the hell cared how m any shades of brown there were in
the m aterial? All that really m attered was that the cushions were
square and not lum py . He shook his head as Holly and Cam eron
launched a new analy sis of curtains.
Damn
. This would take all
night at the rate they were going. Lost in the desperation of being
sucked into the m adness, Brett failed to notice the silence that had
fallen ov er the room until he glanced at the bar.
Cam eron nudged Holly ’s elbow with her own then turned
toward him . “What do y ou think, Brett?”
He sat m orbidly still, alm ost as if he were in a sniper’s sight.
He’d zoned out m inutes ago. What did he think about what? No
way in hell would he ask. Just about the tim e he was ready to
attem pt an answer, his cell phone v ibrated against his hip.
He glanced down at the screen and then grinned at Cam eron.
“I think I need to take this call.”
Holly ’s soft giggle followed him as he walked out the front door
and closed it behind him .
“Hey , Claire,” he said into the phone.
“Was that a fem ale v oice I heard?”
Brett snickered. “Nah. You’re hearing things. I’v e tried to call
y ou all week.”
“Work, work, work.” A heav y sigh crossed the line. “You know
what wacky hours I keep.”
He couldn’t m iss the fatigue in her v oice. “You could still call.
You sound tired.”
“I am , a little.”
“You can’t sleep without m e, can y ou?”
Claire’s laugh was som ewhere between av oidance and hum or.
“I know there was a wom an there when I called. Probably two.”
His heartbeat ratcheted.
Damn
. “Nice try . Don’t change the
subject. Can y ou get som e tim e off? I’d lov e to see y ou.”
“May be. I get the feeling y ou’v e got y our hands full.”
“Tough case,” he confessed.
“What’s her nam e?”
He chuckled and ignored her prod. “Seriously , Claire, com e see
m e soon.”
“Okay , I’ll get som e tim e off. But y ou better entertain m e this
tim e. The last tim e I v isited, I got house fev er from stay ing in bed
all week.”
“I’ll entertain y ou, I prom ise.”
“I’ll let y ou know in a couple day s.”
Brett released a long breath. “I lov e y ou, Claire.”
“Lov e y ou too.”
Brett snapped his phone closed and tapped it against his chin.
Since when had his life becom e so dam n com plicated? First Claire,
now Holly . Neither one of them knew how to follow orders and it
play ed hell with his tem per. And if the two of them ev er m et … not
a risk he was willing to take.
He jam m ed his phone into his pocket just as Sterling walked
toward him , his arm s full of gray fur. He alm ost laughed out loud.
Big badass Cpt. Sterling and his killer pussycat.
“They wouldn’t let y ou help?” Sterling drawled as he stroked
the cat’s ears.
Again, the desire to giv e Sterling a taste of his own m edicine
bubbled in the back of his m outh. He swallowed hard. Then again,
the desire not to piss Sterling off was m uch stronger.
“Hell. I gav e up. Claire called.”
Sterling bent and placed the fat cat on the ground. “Go check
out the Koi pond, Maxwell.”
Maxwell swished the air with his tail before he alm ost rolled off
the porch.
Brett grinned. “That cat needs to be on a diet.”
Sterling sm irked and propped a hip against the porch railing.
“Cam eron say s it would be cruel while she’s pregnant. He eats
ev ery tim e she does. How’s Claire?”
“Fine. Sounds tired. I tried to talk her into com ing to Diablo.”
“Does Holly know about Claire?”
Brett glanced ov er his shoulder and lowered his v oice. “No one
except y ou and Shadow know about Claire.”
Brett felt Sterling’s ey es burn a hole through his Av iator
shades. “You gonna tell her?”
“Not y et.”
“Not sure that’s a good idea.”
“I will, just not y et.”
Brett felt Sterling’s silent reprim and before he finally spoke.
“You can’t protect her forev er, Steele.”
Brett shrugged, knowing Sterling was right on target. If and
when Claire and Holly m et, som ebody would hav e som e m ajor
explaining to do. Nam ely him . “Do y ou m ean Holly or Claire?”
“Both.”
Brett just didn’t want to think about that right now and
quickly steered the conv ersation away from any thing fem ale.
“I’v e got tim e. By the way , I called Shadow.”
“Good strategy . ETA?”
“Whenev er he gets here.”
“Did y ou happen to m ention that to Claire?”
Brett released an irritated sigh. “No. Why should I?”
“No reason.” Sterling pushed him self off the railing and
grabbed the doorknob. “I’ll hav e the alarm installed in a few
hours. You com ing back inside?”
Back in the middle of decorating hell?
“No. I’m going to the office
for awhile. There’s sev eral things I need to check on. Tell Holly I’ll
be back by dark.”
Sterling grinned. “I’ll giv e y ou a three second head start.”
Brett rushed off the porch and jum ped in his truck. He alm ost
felt guilty when he watched Sterling take a deep breath and
disappear behind the door.
CHAPTER TEN
Hidden in the dark shadows of the hallway between the
kitchen and liv ing room , Holly heard the scrape of a key against
the front door lock just before Brett entered the house. As hard as
she tried, she couldn’t stop her ey es from trav eling his body from
the tops of his wide shoulders down to his narrowed waist and
tight, toned backside. Her fingers begged to trace each indention of
hard, solid m uscle, to com m it each to m em ory . Suddenly the urge
to wrap her pleading body around him replaced all good sense. A
Holly-sized
m ountain of pure tem ptation.
To sav e her own sanity , she bit down on her bottom lip and
refocused her attention to his aura. Ribbons of orange-red and dark
gold circled his upper body , form ing bracelets of confidence and
apprehension around his biceps. Lower, m urky hues of y ellow and
brown wrapped his waist and legs. Guilt nudged her when she
realized she was the cause of his distress. Desperate to reliev e his
pain, Holly m ov ed her ey es back to his head and attem pted to
penetrate his thoughts.
She watched him glide his index finger across the sm all, ov al
screen inside the door and then drop his arm to his side so that the
electric ey e scanned the length of his body . Hoping his
concentration had lowered his shields, Holly gav e a firm m ental
push. Much to her surprise, she intercepted a fleeting thought
before the walls closed in as usual. A wom an occupied the recesses
of his m ind. Som eone he cared deeply about. Who was she?
Com m on sense insisted she knew but her sixth sense suggested
otherwise.
The beeping of the alarm forced Holly to push her analy sis to
the back of her m ind. A green light blinked to life and the m aze of
red laser beam s disappeared from the carpet.
Very quietly , she stepped into sight. “I still can’t believ e how
sm art that thing is.”
Brett spun to face her, a gray cloud m asking his all-too-
handsom e features. “Gee-zus, Holly ! I didn’t see y ou.”
A tingle of panic clim bed her v ertebrae when she noticed his
expression – darker than fear and alm ost one of im pending danger.
She swallowed hard. “Sorry .”
He gav e her a cursory glance, obv iously still shaken by her
abrupt appearance. “No one can get past this sy stem . Sterling is
the best.”
Holly fidgeted, her knuckles white as she grasped the edge of
the sofa. “Hav e y ou eaten?”
His ey es narrowed, alm ost as if he were suspicious of her
question. “No. Hav e y ou?”
“No.”
“How about Mexican?” he offered lightly .
She blinked sev eral tim es to allow her ey es to adjust to the
glare of the neon orange bands that now floated on the air around
him . The m an was a walking testosterone bom b.
“I ate a big lunch,” she said.
“Italian?”
“No, thank y ou, I’m not really hungry .”
“Dam n, Holly .” Brett rubbed the back of his neck. “Why are
y ou so dead-set against spending tim e with m e?”
Holly shifted from foot to foot while question m arks danced
through her brain. Should she expose herself? Was she willing to
let him see her true v ulnerability ?
“It’s com plicated,” she hedged.
“No, it’s not.” He took her hand and stroked her knuckles with
his thum b. Sincerity targeted her like arrows to a bulls-ey e. “You
can trust m e.”
Holly searched the depths of his ocean blue ey es for signs of
deception and desperately tried to read him . Once again, she found
his m ind closed and locked securely . Irritation and suspicion poked
her. Why was it so difficult to see inside him ? Most people had
natural shields, but his were way past natural. They were ten feet
tall and steel-plated.
Ready to deny him an explanation again, Holly stopped short
when persistent powder blue bands of concern and com passion
seeped from his sm ile and gav e her the courage to continue.
“I don’t trust too m any people.”
One corner of his m outh lifted. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Despite her fear, she knew he expected an explanation. He
deserv ed one. She walked around the sofa and sat, patting the
cushion beside her.
“Nice pillows,” he said as he dropped beside her.
“Cam eron insisted we shop all afternoon. I don’t think Max
enjoy ed him self though.”
Holly paused as Brett glanced around the liv ing room and a
look of satisfaction cov ered his face. “Sterling shopped with y ou?”
She nodded and for a m om ent, she thought he m ight forget
about the original conv ersation. She knew better when he turned
his attention back to her and folded her hand into his. “Tell m e
why y ou won’t trust any one.”
A m ob of pastels flew from his body and without a second
thought, she spoke. “My parents were killed in an autom obile
accident when I was six. I was shuffled from relativ e to relativ e
until I was finally able to support m y self.”
He squeezed her hand in silent support as if urging her to
continue.
“I put m y self through school by dancing at a gentlem en’s
club.” She gav e a nerv ous half laugh. “I’m sure m y m other would
be v ery proud.”
Holly paused to analy ze his reaction and found a gleam of
interest twinkling in his ey es. No doubt, he was focused on the
dancing
.
“Any way ,” she dism issed the m em ories with a wav e of her
hand, “when I m et Albert, I thought I’d finally found som eone to
lov e and trust. He offered m e the opportunity to liv e norm ally , in
one house, sm othered in com fort. Like an idiot, I bought it.”
“What went wrong?”
“What didn’t go wrong?” She snorted. “The whole relationship
was wrong from the beginning.”
“How so?”
She studied him silently for a m om ent to weigh the
consequences of her confession. No sense holding back now. He’d
find out ev entually and she preferred to be the one to tell him .
She gav e him one last chance to back out. “You really want to
know?”
“Yes.”
“Albert was thirty y ears older than m e and he was m y
chem istry professor. Needless to say , I aced that class.”
His ey es grew openly am used at her attem pted hum or.
“Our relationship didn’t set well with his children. Especially
when he dev eloped his m iracle pill. In their ey es, I was a topless
gold-digger. Little did they know that
topless
fed m y bank account
quite well. In fact, Albert was angry when I opened the gy m in m y
own nam e. That’s when I found out about Marla.”
“Marla?”
“Marla Adam son, his intern. Apparently , they clocked
extracurricular hours between the sheets.”
“I’m sorry , Holly .”
“Don’t be. It kept him out of m y hair. I’d already filed for
div orce when he was m urdered.”
“And then the kids slung ev en m ore m ud.”
“You can’t ev en im agine. Especially when I was the sole
beneficiary of his will and of the Perm aSlim form ula.”
“You don’t hav e any fam ily ?”
“One aunt. I see her once or twice a y ear.”
Brett swallowed the lum p in his throat as he processed Holly ’s
story . Fiv e sisters was a lot for any m an to handle, but at least he
had them . Fiv e, ov erbearing, bossy fem ales, all of whom lov ed him
unconditionally .
He reached to finger a loose tendril of her hair. “Life is full of
risks. You had no way of knowing what would happen.”
She sm iled tentativ ely . “Spoken like a true Nav y SEAL.
There’s probably not one thing in this world that scares y ou.”
He bit back a threatened grin. “Only one thing so far.”