by Jill Shalvis
But she could see. And what she saw stopped her heart—Shayne, diving at Michelle. Both of them flying through the air toward the ground, hitting the wing of the plane, bouncing off it, and vanishing from her line of vision.
Oh, God.
She closed her eyes for a moment, and flashes hit her eyelids, like flipping through a yearbook of her memories. Walking into her mother’s party and running, quite literally, into Shayne. Kissing him in the closet. A flashing dimple when he grinned at her. Every time he’d ever been there for her . . . “Shayne.” She sat up, gasping at the pain in her arm, and found herself next to the landing gear.
All flat now.
Everything sort of spun a bit and she put her hands on the ground to try to anchor herself just as an eye-popping white light blinded her, along with the loudest clanging she’d ever heard.
Oh, God. The light. She was going into the light—
“She’s here!”
And then she was hauled up against a chest. A bare, bruised chest.
Shayne’s. Dani blinked at him. “Are you dead too?”
“No.” He rocked her in his arms. “And neither are you.”
She blinked, and things came into focus. The huge hangar door, open now, letting in the sun.
The light.
Police were everywhere, and Maddie was on a stretcher with two paramedics and Brody leaning over her. “She’s—”
“Alive too. God, Dani. When she shot you—”
“I wasn’t shot. I think I’d know if I was shot.” But it was in his eyes, so she looked down at her arm. Oops. Her sleeve was wet, dripping down her fingers onto the floor.
Blood.
There was a paramedic at her side too, and he tore her sleeve off, revealing a deep, nasty-looking bloody gash—
A bullet wound. “Uh-oh.”
“Dani?”
Yeah. That was her name. But it was the most annoying thing. Her ears were ringing, her vision going gray . . .
When her eyeballs rolled up in her head, Shayne knew she was checking out.
“Got her,” the paramedic said, and caught her. They wheeled her past the police, who were dealing with a screaming Michelle, who was yelling about her “precious baby.” Shayne, more viciously pissed and worried than he’d ever been in his life, wished someone would shut her the hell up. One of the officers was handling her suitcase, which Shayne now knew held Kathleen’s body.
The dead body that had haunted Dani . . .
Brody was watching Maddie get loaded into an ambulance, and he glanced over at Shayne, pale and terse.
“Is she—”
“Still breathing. Dani?”
“The bullet grazed her arm.”
Brody nodded, tough and stoic as ever, but there was a look in his eyes that said he was an inch from losing it.
If something had happened to Maddie—
Shayne would have to deal with that, with all of it; the guilt, the torment, the anguish.
Later.
For now, there was the living to take care of.
“I want to see her,” Dani insisted to the nurse. She sat on the cot in her ER cubicle, all stitched and bandaged, and nicely loaded on pain meds for the second time in as many days. “I need to see Maddie.”
“She’s resting.”
Okay, resting was good. Alive was good. “And she’s going to make it.”
“She’s out of surgery. She’s going to make it.”
Thank God. The only thing that could have been better than that news was having it delivered by Shayne. He’d been with her while she’d been treated, once again holding her hand, stroking the hair off her face, smiling into her eyes, but she knew his smiles now, and the one he’d given her had devastation all over it.
He blamed himself for everything.
And sure enough, afterward he’d been taken from her to be x-rayed, then treated for his own various scrapes and bruises including a broken ankle, and he hadn’t returned.
Noah had popped in to check on her, saying he’d drive her home when she was ready, just to come get him out of Maddie’s room.
But she didn’t want Noah, she wanted Shayne, damn it. “I’m okay to get up,” she insisted to her nurse, who sighed, shook her head, and stepped aside.
Dani tested her wobbly legs and locked her knees. No more passing out. She had to be strong to shake some sense into Shayne. Or shake the guilt out of him. Either way.
She found Maddie’s room two doors down from hers. Noah was sitting in a chair while Brody paced.
“She’s asleep,” he told her.
“Surgery went okay?”
The men looked at each other and her stomach sank. “What?”
“The bullet shattered her collarbone and destroyed some muscle. They don’t know how much mobility she’ll recover.”
“Oh, God,” Dani whispered.
“Come on,” Noah said gently, taking her arm. “You need to go rest.”
She let him lead her into the hallway. “I want to talk to Shayne.”
Noah sighed. “Dani—”
“You can either take me to him, or I’ll find him on my own.”
“He’s not good, Dani. He’s blaming himself.”
“I can help him.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I love him.”
Noah just looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “That’s probably the one thing you could have said to convince me. Come on.” He turned her toward the outside doors, but just before they went out, he stopped her. “He’s not going to want to listen.”
“I know.”
“He’s going to try to push you away.”
“Don’t worry, I’m tougher than I look.”
Some of the worry left his gaze. “I believe you are.” He took her outside, where a dark shadow stood propping up the outside wall, arms and legs casually crossed, though there was nothing casual about the tension and violence simmering just beneath his surface. “Jesus, Noah.”
Shayne.
“She wanted to see you.”
“She should be in bed.” Shayne grabbed the single crutch leaning next to him and limped forward, coming into clear view when he passed beneath the light. His face was pale, taut with tension, his eyes shadowed as he took her arm.
Noah leaned in and gave Dani a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving them alone.
“You don’t belong out here.” Shayne pulled her back inside the ER. But just before her cubicle, she put her foot down. “Wait.”
“Dani—”
Brody caught sight of them and frowned. “Christ, Shayne. Make her sit down.”
“I’m trying!”
Dani put her good hand on Shayne’s arm, which leapt beneath her fingers. The man was wound up tight. “I don’t need to sit down.”
“Dani.”
“I need you. You, Shayne.”
He closed his eyes, lifted his hands. “I can’t. I can’t do this.” He pivoted away. “I’ll get Noah.”
She stared at his back, aching for him. “Shayne.”
He stilled, but didn’t turn back to her.
“You didn’t say you loved me back.”
He jammed his hands into his pockets.
“I’d say I was sorry for blurting it out to you, but I’m not. The thing is, I’ve never said it to anyone. I’ve always kept my heart sort of locked up tight, you know?”
A low sound escaped him, and he bowed his head. “I know.”
“But then I told myself it was time to change, and then I met you, and I’d promised myself to do things different. Hence that whole closet kiss thing. I let my heart have its own way, and at first it freaked me out because of what could happen to it, but then, somehow, I put myself on the line anyway, I really let myself live, and although I pretended that it was just sex, it was more. So much more, Shayne. It was amazing, and you should know, I have no regrets.”
“Dani—”
“None. And Shayne? You shouldn’t either.”
At that, he turned to face her. “Kathleen is dead because of me. Maddie almost died—”
“But she didn’t.”
“And you—”
“Standing right here looking at you.” She smiled.
But he shook his head. “It’s not that simple.”
“No, it’s not. You need time to think, to grieve, to get past all of it, and you should take that time. But when you’re done, I’m still going to be here, looking at you.”
He closed his eyes, then opened them again. “I nearly got you killed.”
“Nearly doesn’t really count.” She touched a cut on his cheekbone. Then leaned in and kissed it. “I might have said it because she asked, but I meant it. I love you.”
A rough sound escaped him and he slipped his arms around her, carefully pulling her in for a hug before looking into her eyes. “I love you back. Damn it. I love you so much it’s killing me.”
She felt her eyes fill. “I know.”
“You know?”
“It was in your eyes when you looked at me from the rafters.”
“No, that was sheer terror.”
“And also when Michelle pointed the gun at me.”
“Again, sheer terror.”
“Love.”
He sighed. “Yeah.” He touched his forehead to hers. “That too.”
“And when you sat at my side in the ER, holding my hand when I got stitches again.”
“That was pain. You squeezed my fingers really hard.”
“Love,” she insisted.
With a sigh, he pressed his mouth to her jaw, then her lips. “Love.”
She nodded, then wobbled. Relieved when he slipped his arms around her even though he was none too steady either, she smiled up at him shakily as they propped each other up. “Aren’t we a pair.”
“Yeah. We are. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Dani.”
Her heart caught at that. “I am?”
“Oh, yeah. You are.” He flashed a hint of his dimple. “Maybe you can retract that whole just-sex thing now. Maybe you’ll even undump me.”
Dani caught a glimpse of movement to her right. Noah and Brody were in Maddie’s doorway, unabashedly listening. From behind them, in her bed, Maddie waved weakly.
Dani looked at Shayne. “Maybe we could take this someplace more . . .”
“Private?” Shayne nodded, and opened the first door they came to.
A closet.
He looked inside at the supply shelves and laughed. “You have got to be kidding.”
Dani pulled him in. “It’s perfect. Don’t you see? We’ve ended up where it all began.”
Looking as if he’d just won the lotto, Shayne nodded and pulled her into his arms, right where she belonged.
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Noah Fisher needed a double-diamond ski slope, a hot ski-bunny babe, and a beer, and not necessarily in that order.
Mammoth Mountain, here he came.
He studied the gauges in front of him, then stroked the dash of his favorite Piper. “Don’t worry, baby. The weather’s going to hold for us.”
Hopefully.
He put on his headset, then took a moment to lean back and draw in a deep breath. His first flight in six months. Man, he was ready to get into the sky, heading for that desperately needed R&R.
R&R, and hopefully that ski bunny . . .
With that in mind, he okayed his takeoff and began to taxi down the runway, the scent of the burrito Maddie had left for him on the copilot’s seat making his mouth water. Within five minutes, he was ten thousand feet and counting as he headed toward his utter freedom.
God, he loved, loved, being up here. Here there were no distractions, no memories, nothing but a spattering of cotton-ball clouds and azure sky as far as he could see.
Just what the doctor had ordered.
He checked the instruments and then the horizon. Ah, yeah, conditions were good. The Piper was doing her thing, as always. She was a classic, though not necessarily a beauty, which meant that most of their customers wouldn’t have given her a second look.
Their loss.
She flew like a dream. He could fix her up real pretty, he knew, and then everyone would be clamoring for her, but he didn’t feel the need to share her.
As he leveled out, he grabbed a stowed-away chocolate bar to munch on before the burrito. He’d always eaten his dessert first, because hell, once upon a time, he hadn’t known when and where his next meal would come from. Chewing, he began to picture the weekend ahead: the slopes, the wind in his face, powdery snow up to his knees as he plowed straight down the mountain, his hair blown back by his own speed....
Then he pictured the sexy ski bunnies waiting in the warm lodge afterward, and one of those rare but genuine smiles tugged at his mouth.
Yeah, a sexy ski bunny—or two—was key to this whole event. She’d be an expert in erotic massage, of course, and ready, willing, and able to do . . . well, pretty much whatever came to mind.
And plenty did.
At the thought, he actually smiled again.
Yes sirree, his muscles were getting quite the workout today, after six long months of neglect. Thanks to his crash, it’d been a long time since he’d fantasized about women, or even craved sex at all—