Heroes in Uniform: Soldiers, SEALs, Spies, Rangers and Cops: Sexy Hot Contemporary Alpha Heroes From NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors

by Sharon Hamilton

  He followed and dropped to the couch while she shut down her computer, pulling the rubber band from her hair, then massaging her scalp for a second. The overhead light glinted off her long silky hair that covered her shoulders in a cascade of gold.

  The soft material of her shirt outlined her breasts.

  Shapely, but definitely not a rack.

  There, so she wasn’t perfect. He was a boob guy, so sue him. But Wendy Belle couldn’t be called stacked by any stretch of the imagination. No reason for him to feel all that tugging all over the place.

  “So, what’s going on with your ex?” he asked. “Bing was a little sketchy.”

  She turned to him as she shoved the rubber band into her pocket. “Everybody is completely overreacting.” She paused. “What happened to your face?”

  Okay, so she didn’t want to talk about her ex. “Rough night on the river.”

  “What river? Broslin Creek?”

  “Never mind.”

  “Chasing someone?”

  “Something like that.” He couldn’t share details of his undercover mission. “Back to the boyfriend.” He hadn’t jumped right into questioning her earlier, didn’t want to in front of Justin, but he did need as much information as she would give him. “Keith Kline, is it?”

  She flinched.

  The fact that the bare mention of the asshole’s name could make her flinch said something right there. “Bing said he’s turned threatening.”

  “He’s going to be mad if he finds out that I was talking to the police. I don’t want to make him mad. I’m hoping he’ll sign over full custody to me.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.

  “Is he using Justin to get to you?”

  She pressed her lips together. “He’s been difficult.”

  Violent, she meant. Joe kept a lid on the anger that bubbled up inside him. “A lot of smart women have been known to fall for difficult men.”

  “He used to be different. Then I got pregnant with Justin, and Keith changed.”

  “How?”

  She hesitated again.

  He didn’t want to push hard, but he did have to push. “The more I know about him, the more I’ll be able to anticipate his next move if he means to do you harm. Knowing more about him, about his personality, would be helpful.”

  He also planned on running a background check on the guy, although, he was pretty sure the captain had run one already. Something to check in the morning.

  Wendy rubbed the heels of her hands over her knees. “He’s a top insurance broker at his company. Driven. Type A. We met at an art gala. I was modeling wearable art. His company was one of the sponsors of the event. He has a lot of powerful friends.”

  Joe watched the tight set of her lips. He’d never met the man, but he could see him in his mind’s eye. “He’s good-looking, charismatic. He can put on the charm like nobody’s business. When he wants something, he pulls out all the stops. Flowers, lavish dates.”

  She tensed but then gave a reluctant nod.

  “Then little by little he changed.” He was familiar with the abuser profile. They were all charming at the beginning. Then they took more and more control until they had their victims trapped. “He didn’t like your friends, so your friends started staying away. He used to praise your beauty, then suddenly began telling you that you’re fat, or ugly, or stupid.”

  She wrapped her arms around herself, a betrayed look flashing across her face. “What did Sophie tell you? I don’t want to talk about this.”

  He didn’t enjoy the conversation either, having to strip her emotionally naked, but he had to, because admission was where healing started. “Sophie told me nothing. I worked on abuse cases before.”

  He had less than three years with Broslin PD as an officer. The town saw maybe a dozen violent crimes in the average year, around a hundred and fifty property crimes. The detectives were usually assigned to the major burglaries and homicides, with the captain stepping in for high-profile cases. Other property crimes and domestic disturbances fell to Joe and Mike. He’d seen his share of abused women and kids, even men on the rare occasion. He knew what they lived through.

  He wished he’d found out about Wendy’s troubles when he’d first met her. He could have helped. He could have spared her months of some asshat putting his hands on her.

  He relaxed his jaw. “So the physical abuse has been going on for over two years?”

  She said nothing.

  “How badly does he hit you?”

  Her gaze darted to him, her arms tightening around her. “He doesn’t.”

  She was lying. A lot of victims did. They blamed themselves. Joe didn’t normally express his anger through hitting, but right now he would have liked nothing better than to plant his fist in Keith Kline’s face.

  She stood. “I should go up to bed. I have a shoot first thing in the morning in Philly.”

  They barely knew each other—if she didn’t feel comfortable enough yet to confide in him, that was okay. But she needed to know that he was committed to protecting her. “He’s not going to get through me. I’m here now. Whatever he’s done in the past, I’m not going to let him do it again.”

  A long moment of silence stretched between them. She didn’t trust him yet. That was okay too. She would, before this was over.

  “Where will Justin go while you’re on the shoot?” he asked.

  “I have someone I usually leave him with. Ginny is another single mom who lives in the apartment building across from mine.”

  “Does Keith know that?”

  Her face went white as she nodded.

  “Would he go there and try to take Justin to make you go back to him?”

  She looked utterly miserable as she said, “I don’t know.” She rubbed her hands against the fabric of her pants. “I can’t cancel a shoot. I need the money to pay bills. And canceling at the last minute—” She shook her head. “They’ll never call me back again.”

  “What if I watched Justin?” he offered for no discernible reason, regretting the words the moment they were out of his mouth. He was a police officer on an unofficial protection detail. Which did not include babysitting. But he added, “I have the second shift tomorrow. My morning is free.”

  She bit her lip. “He doesn’t know you that well yet. No offense, but I don’t know you that well yet either. Leaving your baby with someone is kind of a big deal.”

  Of course. He knew that. “I’ll be going to the shoot with you. I can watch Justin right there. Keep an eye on both of you at the same time. I could keep him busy while you’re doing your work. Would they agree to that?”

  Hope lit up her face. “The shoot manager brings her kids and the nanny sometimes.” She watched him for a second. “You’d do that?”

  He flashed her a smile. “He’ll keep me from getting bored by all those models running around in bikinis.”

  For a second, she smiled back, but then she turned serious again. “You can’t hit on the models. I mean it. We’ll both get kicked out.”

  Annoyance shot through him. “Give me some credit.”

  She did instantly look chagrined. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair.”

  Oh hell, technically, it was. If this had happened three months ago, he would have gone in and collected phone numbers. He’d been off his game lately.

  She walked to the stairs. “Good night, then. Happy dreams.”

  Unlikely, he thought.

  “I’m pretty sure a kid died because of me last night,” he said without meaning to. And then he had to explain it. “Fifteen years old. I was supposed to protect him, and I didn’t.”

  She stopped at once on the first step, sympathy flooding her face. “I’m sorry. Is that when you got hurt?”

  He nodded.

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “No. And I couldn’t if I did. It’s an ongoing investigation.” He had no idea why he’d brought it up. Maybe because he wanted someone to lay the blame on him, since Captain Bing wouldn’t.


  But Wendy wouldn’t either. “Even the best cop in the world can’t save everyone.”

  “What if I can’t save you?”

  She held his gaze. “We are safer with you here.”

  Yeah. But what if “safer” wasn’t enough? He wanted Keith locked away. If the bastard showed up and threatened Wendy, Joe could toss his ass in jail and throw the book at him. Problem solved. Except long-time abusers were a lot cannier than that.

  “Good night, Joe.” She started up the stairs again.

  “Good night, Wendy.”

  He lay back on the couch and swore silently. He shouldn’t have told her about Lil’ Gomez. That was his burden to bear.

  He shouldn’t be wishing that he could go upstairs with her either.

  He shouldn’t be thinking every five minutes about the night they’d spent together. He seriously needed to quit doing that.

  They’d slept together once. Barely knew each other. She’d gone out of her way, on multiple occasions, to let him know that she was less than impressed with him. He didn’t understand his fascination with her. Normally, he wasn’t a masochist. She had a kid and an asshole of an ex—the very opposite of uncomplicated.

  Okay, she was a good mother; that was obvious from watching her for five minutes. But since when was that sexy? Yet he wanted her. He’d wanted her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her.

  She was a city girl. Too tall, really. She had no rack, he reminded himself, hoping that would somehow save him from making a complete fool of himself.

  Oh hell. Who was he kidding?

  * * *

  She had one of those dreams where you’re aware that you’re dreaming. Wendy could have fought to come awake, but she didn’t.

  She was in Philly, heading back into the Ritz Carlton to have concierge call her a cab when Joe Kessler walked out, the after-party still in full swing in the Grand Ballroom behind him. Glittery models, industry people, and paparazzi filled the place, including the foyer and the hallways.

  In a sharp tux, he looked good enough for the runway. No, not the runway. He had those wide shoulders, that easy cop walk of his, that athlete’s body. He looked good enough for a spy-thriller blockbuster. The zing she’d felt the first time they’d met was still there, which annoyed the living daylights out of her.

  “Can I give you a ride home?” He had a smile that should have been on billboards. Lips that put sinful thoughts into a woman’s mind. A playful glint in his eyes that a person should simply turn away from unless heartache was her hobby.

  She put on her coolest, most unaffected model expression. “I’m not going to sleep with you.” Her life was plenty complicated already.

  “There’s always next season.”

  “Is that some clever football expression?”

  He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked her over, took his time, missing no detail of her floor-length gown, not the slit over her thigh or the neckline’s dangerously low dip. His gaze had a life of its own, leaving tingles on her skin.

  A cocky smile flickered over his masculine lips. “Odd how sex is the first thing you think of when you look at me.”

  As a model, she was good with facial expression, so she managed to keep her unaffected smile.

  “A ride?” he offered again. “Nothing implied.”

  She glanced through the glass doors at the concierge, where people waited ten deep. Somewhere behind them, Keith was searching for her. He’d shown up unexpectedly.

  She turned back to Joe. “Fine. But I’m not inviting you in for a nightcap.”

  He nodded, then handed the valet attendant his ticket and a generous tip.

  She half expected a police cruiser, but the car brought up was a souped-up black Camaro with red racing stripes, the engine a throaty rumble. The car fit him. When he opened the door for her, she slipped into the black leather bucket seat with appreciation.

  “You attend charity balls a lot?” she asked after she gave him her address.

  His lips stretched into a mysterious smile.

  She refused to acknowledge the tingles. The guy had BIG MISTAKE stamped all over him. She’d already made her big mistake with Keith. She was determined to be smarter going forward, if it killed her.

  “Look, I know you probably came because of me. It’s flattering. And, okay, there’s an attraction here, I’m not going to pretend there isn’t. I’m just saying I’m not going to go with it. Under any circumstances. You look like a nice guy. I don’t want to waste your time.”

  His smile turned devilish. “You admitted to being attracted to me. And you care. Otherwise, why worry about wasting my time? Attraction and caring.” His dark gaze cut to her with an amused glint. “Sounds like you’re half in love with me. You might be going too fast. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  She might have responded with some travel advice, recommending a hot, dry climate.

  “I won’t take offense,” he told her causally. “I know city girls can be a little brash. They lack that sweet hospitality of a good country woman.”

  “Maybe you should stick with those country women. Could be you’re out of your league here.”

  “Could be,” he agreed, but didn’t look the least disturbed.

  In the end, she did invite him in. For a cup of coffee, because it was two in the morning and he still had a long drive ahead of him to get back home to Broslin. He’d given her a ride. She’d been rude to him, presumptuous too, and she wasn’t normally like that. She didn’t know why he got her hackles up so thoroughly.

  And then there was the fact that he’d walked her to her door to make sure she was safe, then pulled a small police car from his pocket. “For Justin.”

  So really, she couldn’t just say, Go away.

  But she gave him the coffee in a travel mug. She wanted him gone and her equilibrium back.

  As she handed him the mug, he gently folded his long fingers around her wrist, pulled her to him, and brushed his lips against hers. “Thank you. Good night, Wendy.”

  His gentle touch was like a whisper against her skin. And despite the fact that he made her blood flow faster, he did have a steady, calming presence that felt nice to be around. Definitely a contrast to Keith, who’d dragged her across the apartment by her hair that morning, threatening to take Justin away from her.

  “I’d like to give you a proper good-night kiss,” Joe had said, asking for permission, and then he waited patiently for her answer.

  No. The word was on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t want a kiss. She didn’t want sex. She’d managed to avoid Keith’s advances for months. She didn’t like sex anymore. She couldn’t remember the last time intimacy hadn’t hurt.

  She wasn’t sure anymore if she believed that things could be different. Yet part of her desperately wanted Joe to show her that it could be.

  And then the next thing she knew, she was kissing him. “I’m on the pill.”

  “I have protection. I’m going to use it anyway.”

  “Yes, you will.”

  And then they were naked, and he was carrying her to bed. And then the next thing she knew, she was flying in the stars, the orgasm ripping through her so thorough and powerful that it scared her. Everything felt good. All of it. So incredibly good that it made her want to cry for some reason. She wanted him to stay, so as soon as she caught her breath, she sent him away.

  In her dream, Wendy was back there again, exactly as she had been that night, spent, lying naked on top of the tangled covers, staring at the ceiling as her heart raced, wondering what had just happened, swearing it was never going to happen again.

  When she woke from the dream, she spent a moment appreciating the irony that she was now living with Joe Kessler.

  Deathblow: Chapter Six

  Keith got out of his Lexus in front of the apartment building across the street from Wendy’s, tossing the last of his coffee into the garbage. She was at Sophie’s place in Broslin. With a man. Who the hell was he? Did Sophie have a brother? Hel
l if Keith knew. He hadn’t gotten a good look at the guy’s face through the curtains. He hadn’t seen Sophie when he’d looked in the window last night, but it’d been late. Maybe Sophie had been in bed already.

  Wendy had gone up to sleep too. The man had stayed downstairs. Which was why they were all still living, even though Keith had a mind to set the whole damn place on fire and watch them burn.

  He felt calmer this morning. Wendy was too stupid to outsmart him. If he wanted her, he’d get her back. End of story.

  He walked in through the lobby, scuffed walls, worn carpet. Management was sprucing up the hallways in Wendy’s building, but he considered that place just as bad as this one. No doorman. No amenities. He had a penthouse in the best building in town. That Wendy would choose something like this over that burned his temper.

  He rode the elevator up to the sixth floor, to Ginny’s apartment. He’d seen Wendy’s schedule, stuck on her fridge, when he’d stopped in to check on her the day before yesterday. She’d be at a shoot this morning, which meant Justin would be with the babysitter.

  Wendy had no right taking off with his son. She needed to be taught a lesson.

  He knocked on the door.

  Ginny opened it, a twenty-year-old single mother of twins. She wore faded jeans and an even more faded T-shirt. Size large. She’d never lost the baby weight. Keith tried not to look at her body. Fat women disgusted him.

  “Hey. Nice haircut.” He turned on the charm anyway. “I’m supposed to pick up Justin. Have the day off. I figured we’d hang out and do a father-son day.”

  The confusion on her face was instant and seemed sincere. “I don’t have Justin.”

  In the living room behind her, her two little girls were watching cartoons. No other kid.

  Keith reached up to rub his eyebrow. “Oh man. I’m an idiot. I bet Wendy said she was dropping him off at Sophie’s. I was in the tunnel when she called. The phone was cutting in and out. Sorry.”

  “No problem.” The woman gave a chubby-cheeked smile.

  Biggest favor someone could do her would be to lock her in a room with a bowl of fruit for a week. He almost told her that, but then again, what did he care? Ginny was nothing to him. Wendy was his. She was the only one who mattered. Even if she didn’t always understand or appreciate the kind of attention and energy he gave to carving her to perfection.