Get a Clue

hem-God bless that hem-was so short it rode right up her ass, covering only a tiny strip right up the middle. That strip in turn outlined to perfection, not to mention revealed a good portion of each cheek in a way that made him want to get down on his knees and explore every inch of her.

Ah, hell, with or without those shorts he wanted to get down on his knees and explore every inch of her, and that was just unsettling enough to have him standing there, staring at her like a horny teen. 'Breanne?'

She swallowed hard. 'Yeah?'

'I know you're trying not to freak out here, and that you want me to be the good guy, but with you in that position, I'm not thinking good-guy thoughts.'

She sank to her butt.

Not much better. 'You really think that sheet is going to work?'

She stared at it, then bit her lip and looked back up at him, her entire heart in her eyes-along with the fear of the evening, the stress of the day, all the hell she'd undoubtedly been through to get here.

Feeling like a pervert, he swore softly, shoved his fingers through his hair, and moved to the opposite side of the bed. 'Forget it. It's going to work fine.'

Looking grateful, she relaxed her shoulders. She tugged up on her loose strap and down on her wayward shorts, which might have adjusted her comfort level but then showed off more of the soft curve of her belly.

Jesus. 'Get under the covers, Breanne.'

She scrambled beneath them with more eye-popping moves that had his blood pounding thick and heavy, draining out of his brain, heading south for the winter.

Then suddenly she sat back up, the blankets slipping to her waist. 'Wait. I forgot to-'

'Whatever it is, too damn bad.' He slid beneath the covers on his side of the bed. 'Lie down.'

'Yes, but-'

'No. No huts. I hate buts.' He lay back and closed his eyes but he couldn't relax to save his life, not with a nearly naked woman in his bed, the likes of which he hadn't had this close to him in… far too long. It'd been months since Annie had dumped him, and he hadn't been with anyone since. His family had all tried to set him up on dates. Hell, Jack had even given him his old black book, something his brother no longer needed now that he was married.

Truth was, Cooper hadn't had the energy to attempt another relationship, and while he could have had any number of pity fucks-his brother's old girlfriends were generous-he hadn't wanted that, either.

He must be getting old, but he wanted something real.

Too bad he was too screwed up for real.

Ah, hell. Sleep wasn't going to happen, not like this. Opening his eyes, he stared straight ahead in the dark and saw they'd left the door open. 'Shit.''

'I tried to tell you.'

Yes, but she'd effectively distracted him with that soft, honey voice and even softer body. Unbelievable. He got up and shut the door, then stalked back to the bed. He lay flat on his back and stared at the dark ceiling, watching the last of the candlelight flickering shadows across the wood.

On the other side of the rolled sheet, Breanne was tossing and turning, and though he didn't turn his head and look at her, he imagined those silk shorts riding up, her top slipping down, and he nearly groaned. 'Can't you just pick a position and stay there?'

'Sorry.'

But she kept moving, and he kept picturing her, until he couldn't stand it. 'Breanne.'

'Do you really not wear underwear?'

A laugh choked out of him. 'What?'

'I just-Never mind.'

“No, this is a conversation I'm interested in.'

“I saw your clothes earlier-there was no underwear. And you sleep naked.'

“Yes. But I'm not naked now.' Much to his annoyance.

She tossed around some more. 'Sorry. It's just that every time I close my eyes, I relive my sucky day. I think about all the things that I could be doing right now.'

'With your husband?' Odd how just the thought tightened his gut. He figured if she had said 'I do,' then she and her ex would right this minute be screwing every which way but Sunday. At least that's what Cooper would be doing if he'd married Breanne this morning. Hell, he wouldn't have waited until now, either; he'd have found a way to have her in the limo on the way to the airport, in the airport bathroom, in the airplane bathroom, on the ride into the mountains-

'Not with my husband,' Breanne said softly in the night. 'Because I'd have killed him by now.' Her voice was steely. 'The rat fink bastard.'

'But if he'd shown up for the wedding, you wouldn't have had a reason to kill him,' Cooper pointed out reasonably.

'Sooner or later he'd have shown me his true colors, and if he'd done it when I already had his name on my driver's license, I'd be even more pissed.'

'Because hell, that's a damn inconvenience, right?'

'You're not kidding. You ever wait in line at the DMV?'

With another laugh, he turned on his side to face her. Holding up his head with his hand, he searched out her face in the darkness. 'I'm sorry.'

'Yeah.' Her smile was sad. 'Want to know a secret?'

'Sure.'

'Today was my third time being ditched by a fiance.'.

'Ouch.'

She laughed unhappily. 'Yeah.'

'What happened?'

'The first time?' She sighed. 'I'd loved Barry since…well, since kindergarten. It seemed so natural, you know? Graduate high school, get married. But my parents thought we were too young. They offered him a chance to go to Europe to study foreign diplomacy as he'd wanted, paying him with a one-way ticket and a large stash of cash. Oh, and the edict that he not look back.'

'Don't tell me he didn't look back.'

'Okay, I won't tell you.'

He swore softly. 'You were better off without him, too.'

'I did learn my lesson,' she admitted.

'Which was what, not to date spineless assholes?'

'No. I decided no more engaging the heart.'

'But you could still get engaged?'

She laughed a bit mirthlessly. 'The second engagement, that was a favor. Franco just wanted to stay in the country, but he ended up getting deported anyway. So that one doesn't really count. Right?'

He stroked a strand of hair from her cheek. A mistake. Her hair felt like silk between his fingers, her skin just chilled enough that he wanted to leave his hand on her. 'Did your dad get him deported?'

'No, overprotective dad and four brothers never found out about that one.'

'Four brothers.' He let out a low whistle. 'You must have been quite the princess,' he teased.

'You did call that one right.'

'So do you get engaged to everyone you meet? Is that how that works?'

'Hey, I've resisted you so far.'

'To my great consternation.'

She smiled but looked away. 'Obviously I have a terrible decision-making mechanism. I'm working on it. But believe it or not, there's a silver lining here.'