Out of the Dark

On the night of her cousin's bachelorette party, Celia Henry meets the man of her dreams. Geologist Luke Gaines is smart, handsome—and pleasures her in ways she's only dreamed about. He's the perfect antidote to her sexual dry spell, even if they only have a one-night stand.

Six months later, however, Luke returns—changed. He's survived a cave exploration gone horribly wrong…and learned the truth about the creatures hiding in the darkness. Now he hunts the monsters that torment him, finding solace only in Celia's bed and the explosive passion they still share. But will their love be enough to make Luke stay with Celia, or will his mission draw him away for good?

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Out of the Dark
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Begin Reading

Her feet weren't made for nonstop dancing in four-inch heels, but Celia Henry was giving it her best shot. This hole-in-the-wall dive bar might have the worst decor she'd ever seen, but it also had the best DJ she'd ever heard. Every time she thought she'd have time to catch her breath or grab a drink, Lisa was pulling her back out onto the dance floor for another song. And, since this was Lisa's last night out as a single woman, Celia wasn't about to be the party pooper who ruined it for her.

All of them—Celia, Lisa and four of Lisa's college friends—in their short summer dresses and fancy shoes stood out from the other women wearing jeans and T-shirts and shit-kicker boots, and wasn't that the point of a bachelorette party? Men had been buying them drinks and dancing with them all night long, and so what if maybe the men were a little more…hirsute and a little less…fashion-conscious than Celia was used to, it was still a lot of fun. Those shit-kicking farmers really knew how to get down on the dance floor, not like the guys in clubs she was used to, who stood in the dark corners with their drinks in hand, bobbing their heads to the beat while they checked out every girl's ass. Nope, these dudes knew how to get their freak on to every single line dance ever recorded and quite a few Celia'd never heard.

“See?” Lisa crowed as she pushed back the “bridal” veil attached to her hair with plastic, penis-shaped barrettes. “I told you this was gonna be great!”

“How'd you even find this place?” Celia shouted over the heavy, driving beat of a metal/pop mash-up she didn't recognize. Celia's cousin lived for designer shoes, purses and coffee. Frog's Hollow had a beat-up interior and an anything but high-scale menu—frogs' legs? Gross! So not Lisa's style.

“Denny and I found it one day when we were out driving around.” Lisa leaned unsteadily to talk into Celia's ear. “I mean, who knew, right?”

Celia laughed as she put out a hand to keep Lisa from toppling over on her peep-toed pumps. “Right. Listen, I need to grab some water. Are you going to be okay here?”

Lisa tipped her head back, eyes closed, arms flung wide. “Of course! I got my girls with me, right?”

Celia had met her cousin's friends only a few times before and had never seen any of them, or Lisa, for that matter, so drunk. Amy was grinding with a guy wearing a trucker cap and a plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves torn off. Melody and Brit were grinding with each other, to the delight of a circle of dudes all in T-shirts with variations of the John Deere tractor logo on them. And Dana…where the hell was Dana, anyway? Celia began to feel more like a kindergarten chaperone on a field trip to the zoo rather than the designated driver.

“Where's Dana?”

Lisa opened her eyes with a grin that turned to a surprised O when she tipped forward into Celia's ready arms. “What? Who? Where?”

Celia waited for her cousin to throw in a “why,” but when she didn't, said “Dana. Your friend? She was over by the bar a minute ago, but now she's gone.”

Lisa made a show of looking but let herself get carried away by giggles and the apparently too-tempting offer of a young dude in cuffed jeans and a wife-beater who was offering her another beer. “Oopsie, be right back!”

Celia, left on the dance floor, took the chance for a break. She scanned the room for Dana's difficult-to-miss blinking red penis necklace, but didn't see her. She did catch another tasty glimpse of the table in the back corner of the bar, though, the one occupied by a group of men who looked as out of place here as Lisa and her friends. They all wore jeans and boots, a couple of them wore baseball caps and one wore a flannel shirt—but it was clear they were not part of the regular Frog's Hollow crowd, either.

One in particular had caught Celia's eye. A couple inches taller than his friends, no hat to cover his short dark hair or obscure his equally dark eyes. His western-style shirtsleeves had been rolled to show off a set of truly bitable forearms, and the snap front had been left open to reveal a plain white cotton T-shirt underneath.

Yum.

She had to pass right by their table to get to the bar, and there was no doubt she turned heads. Also no doubt that it had been awhile since Celia had felt this giddy from male attention. This…free. She took her time with the once-over she gave the table, too, lingering with a grin on the mother-of-pearl snaps on the front of that dude's shirt before giving him a wink he returned with a smile of his own. She'd have done more than let her gaze linger, but she really needed to get a drink of water to soothe her parched throat. And eventually use the restroom. And find Dana. Oh yeah, and maybe find a place to sit and get the pressure off her aching toes.

A lap would do nicely, she thought with a laugh as she made her way to the bar. Preferably the one belonging to Snap-Front Shirt Guy. She ordered a glass of water and sipped it, relishing the flow of the liquid down her throat as it spread coolness through her overheated body. She nodded her thanks toward the bartender and turned to walk smack right into a Western-style, snap-front shirt. Her water spilled, all over him, all over her, and Celia was too surprised at the frigid shock of ice cubes slipping down the front of her dress to do anything but gasp.

Well, gasp and let out a hearty “MOTHERFUCKER!”

Mr. Western Snaps blinked and took a step back. Then he laughed. Damn, that laugh was amazingly sexy. So was the way his eyes crinkled up, revealing more lines in the corners than she'd have thought would be there. It was impossible to tell in the bar's reddish neon lighting, but she thought his face might even have flushed.

“I'm sorry.” He held up both hands. “I'm an idiot.”

Celia looked at the front of her dress, now molded to her breasts. Her chin dripped. “A soaking wet idiot.”

His fingertips brushed his chest and he looked down, as if just noticing. When he looked back up at her, that twinkling gaze was still there, though his grin had pulled down into a semblance of remorse. “Agreed. Can I buy you another drink if I promise not to spill it all over you?”

Celia held up her empty glass, ice cubes rattling. “I'm just drinking water, but sure. You can get me another.”

“Only water?” He raised a hand toward the bartender, who was already passing him a fresh glass. “Don't tell me you're a teetotaler.”

Her brows lifted at the old-fashioned term. “Nope. Just the designated driver tonight.”

He glanced to the dance floor, where Lisa had convinced a group to form a conga line. “Looks like they really need one.”

“Bachelorette party,” she explained, and watched him nod. “My cousin Lisa's getting married next week.”

“Lisa. The blonde?”

“Yeah.” She laughed. “Why do guys always like the blondes?”

His gaze swept over her dark auburn hair, piled on top of her head in a messy updo that had looked a little more pulled together when the night began. A few tendrils had escaped during the wild dancing. Some clung, tickling, to her cheeks. He twined one around his finger lightly before moving his hand away.

“Not all guys.”

She didn't have to tip her head too far to look up into his face. The shoes helped. “Sweet talker. What's your name?”

“Luke. Gaines.” He held out his hand.

She took it. “Celia Henry. What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He drank from his bottle of beer, then slid his tongue over his bottom lip.

“I told you—“

“Right, right. Bachelorette party.”

From the dance floor came some loud cheering. Someone had settled Lisa into a chair, and four rednecks were lifting her up and down while she squealed and the rest of the crowd cheered her on. Celia put a hand over her eyes to peek through her fingers.

“Oh, God. If they don't drop her on her ass, she's totally going to puke on someone's head.”

“What sort of bachelorette party would it be if someone didn't get dropped on their ass?” Luke laughed and pointed toward Lisa with his beer bottle.

“You didn't answer my question.”

He looked at her. “We ended up here completely by accident. Me and my buddies, we're heading out tomorrow for a…well…”

He rubbed his hand over his hair to cup the back of his head as he gave her another of those charming “aw shucks, ma'am” looks. “I guess you could call it an expedition.”

“Oh, yeah? What kind of expedition could you be doing around here?” Though the mountains of Lebanon County weren't more than five minutes' drive away, they were hardly big enough for more than a few hours' hike. Certainly nothing that could be called an expedition.

He looked hesitant. “I shouldn't really say.”

That tickled her interest further, not that she needed any encouragement. “Oooh. Is it something naughty?”

That laugh again, God. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He was a purdy, purdy man.

“Umm…”

“C'mon.” Celia touched his forearm lightly. Warm skin. The soft brush of hair on her fingertips. She kept her eyes on his. “You can tell me. I promise not to turn you in.”

“Okay. But it's not something you'd ever guess. We're going…spelunking.” Luke tipped his beer again, letting her get a good, long look at the column of his throat as he swallowed.

Another big word, and again with the tongue on his lips. So fucking sexy. Celia mimicked the action, tasting the salt of her sweat. Luke's gaze snagged the motion and his eyes flared with an interest she was definitely returning.

“Caving,” he added.

“I know what it means.” Celia finished her water and put the empty glass on the bar. She leaned back against it. She tried to think of what she knew about caves, which was just about zilch. “Around here?”

“Yep.” He tipped his bottle toward the front doors. “New cave some farmer just discovered. Well, not a new cave. I mean, caves are millions of years old. And it's probably just a part of a bigger cave that someone found a long time ago, maybe even one of the big tourist ones.”

“Crystal Cave?” She'd been there once, a long time ago. With Jeremy, as a matter of fact, now that she thought about it. They'd stopped once on their way to New Hampshire to visit his parents. Involuntarily, her lip curled.

“Could be.” Luke's smile twisted. “You don't like caves?”

She turned her grimace into a grin. “Nothing against caves. So…how do you and your friends get to be part of this brand-new cave exploration?”

“Oh. I'm a geologist and so's Pete. Adam's a speleologist. Terry and Jeff are biologists.” Luke shrugged, pointing with his bottle toward his buddies.

“Wait, what? Really?” Wow. No wonder he used those sexy big words. She swept him up and down again with her gaze. “You don't look like a geologist.”

Luke snorted with laughter. “I left my pocket protector at home, sorry.”

“So why does it have to be so secret, this trip?” Celia motioned to the bartender and ordered a Coke.

Luke pulled out his wallet before she could stop him, and slid a five across the bar. He shook his head when she tried to protest. “Nope, I owed you a drink. It's not a secret, exactly. I work for a company that surveys and assesses the value of indigenous resources.”

Celia had no idea what that meant, and it must've shown, because Luke laughed. “Rocks. Minerals. Veins of natural gas or coal, petroleum. That sort of thing. We got word of this new find, which I have to tell you is always exciting and pretty rare. I mean, people find new rooms in known caves and stuff all the time, but to discover a new, unexplored cave…that's a pretty big deal. And the farmer who found it thinks there might be some valuable minerals in it, but he also wants to get bids from our competitor. My boss convinced him to wait until we'd had a chance to check it out, give us the first shot, but that's why we're trying to keep it quiet.”

“You're afraid I might be your competition?” Celia wiggled her brows at him.

Luke looked serious. “It wouldn't be the first time they've tried some unorthodox methods to get the jump on us. Once I had to outrun a pack of Dobermans they'd released at a site.”

“Wow. So, what…you're kind of like the Indiana Jones of the geology world?”

“You could say that.” He winked. “I have the hat, anyway.”

“What about the whip?”

He snapped his fingers with a look of exaggerated regret. “Left it with the pocket protector, darn.”

A killer smile, big vocabulary and a sense of humor. Twenty minutes into this conversation, and Celia already knew she was a goner. “So, how do you know I'm not working for the other guys?”

“I could see it in your face when I brought up the new cave and the possibility of valuable minerals. That stuff's a geologist's wet dream.” He looked chagrined, though Celia couldn't understand why he would think she cared about a little sexual terminology when she'd cursed in his face a few minutes ago. “Sorry. I get carried away.”

“Sometimes,” Celia said, “it's good to get carried away.”

They stared at each other for a long, long moment before Lisa stumbled up to them and threw her arm around Celia's shoulders. She gave Luke a bleary, narrow-eyed look. “Hey. Who's this?”

“Luke, this is my cousin Lisa. She's getting married next week.”

“To Denny!” Lisa cried, then tossed both her hands in the air, making rock horns with her fingers. “Wooooooo! Yeah! Fuck yeah! Celia, why aren't you dancing? C'mon, I love this song, let's dance.”

Lisa grabbed at Celia's hand, than Luke's. “You too! C'mon dance with my pretty cousin, she's so pretttty. She's single! Celia's single!”

Lisa was a loud drunk. Fun, but loud. And not at all subtle. Celia let herself be pulled along and wound up facing Luke on the dance floor while the DJ spun another mash-up. Lisa grabbed Melody and Brit, pushing herself between them as the three began a ridiculously silly bump-n-grind that had everyone on the dance floor cheering. Celia rolled her eyes.