“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Of course he was. It was one of the things she’d liked most about him. At first.
“Be foolish of me not to be, wouldn’t it?”
He would see it like that. Laura had never known a man as self-confident, as completely convinced of the rightness of everything he did, as Ronan Connolly. She envied that as much as it irritated her. Which was, she was forced to admit, quite a lot.
He turned to go.
“What about Beast?” she asked.
He shot a look at the dog that had moved to stand in front of Laura, like a big, furry shield. A smile curved Ronan’s mouth briefly. “He can stay with you. For now.”
Laura’s fingers curled into the dog’s long, shaggy hair. “Ronan?”
He stopped and looked back at her. The lamplight didn’t climb as high as his face, so his features, his eyes, were in shadow when she asked, “Why is it so important to you? Why do you care what my secrets are?”
A long moment of silence stretched out until all she heard was Beast’s gentle breathing and the tap of rain at the window. Just as she decided he wasn’t going to answer her at all, he spoke.
“Because I want what’s mine, Laura Page.”
“But I’m not yours.”
“You were,” he reminded her, “and if those secrets still belong to me, I’ll have them before we’re done.”
He left her then, quietly closing the door behind him.
Laura dropped onto the edge of the bed, finally giving in to the weakness in her knees. She lifted one hand to her mouth and swore she could still feel the buzz of his kiss sliding through her.
Then she sighed.
He hadn’t returned her key.
Three
Laura got a late start the next morning.
While Georgia was out dealing with business at the post office, Laura stayed home to wait for the locksmith. Once all of the locks had been changed, she felt safe enough to leave Beast at home and go into the office.
Of course, her eyes were gritty from lack of sleep and her temper was more than a little on edge. And it was all Ronan’s fault.
This wasn’t right, she told herself as she unlocked the real estate office and flipped the sign on the door to ‘open’. She was supposed to be free of Ronan. Getting on with her life. Getting him out of her system.
The phone rang and she snatched at it gratefully. “Brand New Page Realty,” she said, plastering a smile she didn’t feel onto her face.
“You’re late today,” Ronan answered.
“Had to wait for a locksmith,” she told him, with just a bit of satisfaction. “Oh, feel free to throw that key away now.”
He chuckled. “Think I’ll be keeping it in the way of a souvenir.”
“You want keepsakes now?” she asked, sitting at her desk and riffling through the stack of mail. Bill. Bill. Bill. She sighed, tossed them to the desktop and leaned back in her chair.
Through the front window, the only signs of yesterday’s storm were the puddles in the street and the soaked piles of leaves that had been torn from trees. Thanks to the rain, the sky was a brilliant blue and the cold wind that rushed in off the ocean was drying everything out quickly.
“It wasn’t so long ago that you were telling me we were through,” she reminded him.
“Times change,” he countered and as he spoke, a long, black car pulled up in front of her shop.
Laura watched the driver of the car get out and she shook her head as she met Ronan’s gaze through the window. He was holding his cell phone to his ear and grinning at her.
“You know, it’s illegal to drive in California while holding your phone.”
“Ah, but I’m a dangerous man who likes a risk.”
He really was dangerous. To her peace of mind if nothing else. But damned if she’d let him know it. She’d spent hours during a long sleepless night berating herself for giving in to that kiss. No way was she going to slip up again.
Ronan was like any other bad habit.
The only way to quit was cold turkey.
“What are you doing here?”
He walked around his car, pushed open the door and a bell overhead jangled to announce him. Only then did he shut off his phone and tuck it into a pocket of his black slacks. “Giving you another chance to show me how much you want me.”
“God, you’re an impossibly arrogant man.”
“If you think that’s insulting, you’d be wrong.” He walked farther into the room. “I do wonder though, why you’re so on edge around me. Didn’t used to be.”
“Times change,” she shot back, throwing his own words at him as she set the phone back into its cradle.
“I like a woman with a temper,” he said. “Call it a flaw.”
“The very notion that you’re willing to admit to a flaw might ordinarily be a cause for celebration—”
He smiled as if everything she said amused him, and it probably did. That smile of his, along with the accent that seemed to ripple over her skin like a caress was a formidable weapon to a man who already had too many at his disposal.
“You’ve left Beast at home then?” He glanced around the office then back to her.
“He’s fine. And he knows I’ll be back.”
“Whereas, he wept and pined for me in my absence?” he asked.
Frowning, she shuffled the bills into a neat pile all while keeping one wary eye on him. “Ronan, why are you here?”
“To tell you I’ll be gone a few days.”
In spite of everything, she felt a ping of disappointment. Stupid. She should be glad he was leaving again. “So you’re proving my point about Beast. You’re gone more than you’re home.”
“I would have taken him with me this time,” he told her.
“Beast on a plane?”
“Did I mention anything about a plane?”
“No,” she had to admit.
“Aren’t you going to ask where I’m going?”
“No again,” she told him, though she was dying to know. Was he off to protect someone else? Putting himself in danger again? Or just rushing to get away from her again?
“I’ll tell you anyway. I’m off to the training grounds where our newest guards are taking their final tests.”
He had told her about the bodyguard training all of his employees had to take and pass before coming to work for him. She knew it was out in the desert somewhere, though he had kept the exact location a secret. Security reasons, he had told her, and she remembered being hurt that he didn’t trust her enough to be specific.
Seemed he still didn’t.
Laura glanced out the window to the busy street beyond, wishing someone—anyone—would come inside desperate to find a house. She couldn’t count on Georgia showing up, because she was at the post office with a stack of packages to mail and that could take either minutes or hours, depending.
Taking a breath, Laura resigned herself to being alone with Ronan no matter how hard it was. All she had to do was not think about that kiss. Better that she remember that he had walked away from her once already.
“So why are you telling me this?” she asked, deliberately keeping a distance from him.
“To give you a chance to miss me, of course.”
She blinked at him. “What?”
Ronan smiled easily and leaned against the corner of her desk. Crossing his arms in front of him, he looked her up and down and then met her eyes again. “I want you to think of me while I’m gone.”
“Why would I do that?” she demanded, though a part of her knew she would be doing just what he wanted her to. The real question was why he wanted her to. “You were gone for six weeks, and I didn’t miss you.”
“Liar.” His eyes flashed knowingly.
“I didn’t miss you before, and I won’t now, either,” she said and hoped she sounded more sure than she felt. “Why would I? You’re the one who broke things off between us, Ronan.”
“Aye, I did at that, and I’m thinking pe
rhaps that was a mistake…”
“Wow,” she muttered, trying to cover the flutter of nerves, “admitting to flaws and a mistake all in the same conversation. Maybe you should see a doctor.”
He laughed. “What is it, I wonder, about that sharp tongue of yours intrigues me so?”
“I don’t want you intrigued, Ronan,” she told him and tried to ease past him to head for the file cabinet on the far wall.
She didn’t make it. He stopped her with one hand on her arm and the heat of his touch sizzled against her skin.
“Don’t you?” he asked, leaning toward her.
“No,” she answered, her gaze on his mouth as it came closer and closer— “No.”
She said it louder this time, and he stopped in response. Narrowing his eyes on her, he cocked his head to one side to study her. “You’d deny us both the kiss we each want?”
“Yes.” When he moved in again, she scuttled back. “I meant yes, I would deny us both.”
He blew out a breath and straightened up and away from the desk. His blue eyes were cool, his tone brisk as he said, “Fine then. I’ll not push you on this.”
“Good.”
“For now.”
Sunlight streamed through the front window, backlighting Ronan until he looked as if he’d been gilded by angels. Just that thought was enough to make her laugh silently. There was nothing angelic about Ronan Connolly. The man was temptation. He was warm when he chose to be and cold enough to freeze you solid if he thought you were getting too close.
Laura had already lived through that once. She had thought she could be the kind of woman to have a red-hot affair and not think of tomorrow. She’d learned fast—though not fast enough—that she wasn’t.
She’d lost her heart to him once. And she’d lost a child. She wasn’t prepared to lose more. Those thoughts steeled her spine and had her lifting her chin. “I’m not interested, Ronan.”
“Another lie,” he said, mouth quirking into a half smile.
“Fine,” she snapped, crossing to the file cabinet and blindly yanking open one of the metal drawers. She pulled out a manila folder, not caring which one it was. This was to prove to him she was too busy to play his games. “It’s ridiculous to try to pretend that you’re not…attractive.”
He snorted.
“But,” she said pointedly, “I’m not going down that road again. Heck, you’re the one who wanted to get off the road.”
“Will you forever be throwing that back at me?” he wondered aloud.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Carrying the folder to her desk, she scooted past him, then took a stand, figuratively and literally. “We were together three months and you ended it two months ago. Time to move on, don’t you think?”
He looked at her again and the flat, steady stare he sent her way had Laura thinking that he was looking into her heart, her mind.
“What I think,” he said, “is there’s more going on here than you’ll say.”
“If there is, it’s my business,” she retorted and dropped the file to her desktop.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He planted both hands on her desk and leaned in until they were eye to eye. “If you wanted me gone from your life so neatly, Laura Page, you should’ve returned Beast to me. But you didn’t and that tells me you want me bothered. Troubled. And I have to ask myself why.
“So we’ll not be finished until I’ve got my answers.”
Damn it.
“You can end this today by telling me what it is you’re hiding,” he told her, lifting one hand to push her hair back behind her ear.
She flinched from his touch, and he frowned. He hadn’t liked that, but Laura couldn’t let him touch her because every time he did, it weakened her resistance to him.
“Tell me,” he whispered, all hint of a smile gone from his face. “Tell me why I see sadness as well as passion in your eyes when you look at me. Tell me why you took Beast and held him hostage. Tell me—”
She shook her head and held up one hand in an effort to stop him. “I don’t have to tell you anything, Ronan.”
“You don’t, but you will.”
“Because you say so? I don’t think so.”
“No,” he countered, coming around her desk to stand beside her. “Because it’s eating you up inside to not tell me. It’s on the tip of your tongue at all times, but you keep biting it back. So let it out, Laura. If you truly want me gone from your life, then tell me.”
Well, that was part of the problem, wasn’t it? If she told him, she’d have the satisfaction of seeing shock jolt into his eyes, but then he’d be gone, wouldn’t he? Really gone, and she didn’t know if she was as ready for that as she claimed to be. But it was more than just that. Sharing her secrets would open herself up to the pain of talking about her loss. And she wasn’t willing to do that.
The front door opened, the bell jangled a welcome and Georgia stepped inside and stopped dead on the threshold, staring from one to the other of them. “Am I interrupting?”
“Yes,” Ronan said.
“No,” Laura disagreed.
“Okay, then, it’s a draw, and I get to decide,” Georgia told them, walking to her desk. “And, since I just spent an hour and a half with the slowest postal employee on the face of the planet, all before coffee, I choose to interrupt.”
Ronan’s gaze never left Laura’s and though she heard her sister speaking, the words were lost and muted, as if coming from a distance. She paid no attention when Georgia left the room and went into the mini-kitchen where the coffee was waiting. She was too tied into knots to do much more than nod at Ronan when he murmured, “I’ll be going then.”
“Goodbye.”
He eased away, walked to the door and gave a quick nod to Georgia before looking back at Laura. “You’ll miss me.”
Not a question, but she answered anyway.
“No, I won’t.”
He grinned. “Liar.”
* * *
Ronan calmed his mind, let his thoughts slide away and paid no attention to the wind rushing in off the desert, stinging his skin with grains of sand. Instead he aimed, setting his sights on the silhouette target a hundred yards away. Slowly, he let out his breath and squeezed the trigger. Then he did it again and again until the clip in his automatic pistol was empty.
Taking off his ear protection, he hooked them around his neck and ejected the empty clip.
“Not bad.” Sam Travis walked up beside him, hit a red button on the wall and a humming sound buzzed into the air. The target flew toward them on a wire, the paper fluttering wildly. When it arrived, Sam nodded as he noted twelve shots expertly placed on the silhouette. Six in the head, six in the body, all closely grouped.
“Gotta stay on top,” Ronan said, then set his weapon into the zip bag and closed it. It was good to get out on a range and test his own reflexes, his aim. He expected the best of his guards and would accept nothing less from himself.
“You always did push yourself hard.”
“No point in doing something if you’re not going to be the best, now is there?”
“Suppose not,” Sam said, then asked, “So, want to tell me what’s weighing on your mind?”
Ronan shot Sam a quick look. Since when was he so easy to read? Hell, all over Ireland, Ronan Connolly was known to have the best poker face in the country. No one could tell what he was thinking. For years, he’d worked at locking down his emotions. Until now he would have said it was second nature.
Irritating to know that his control had slipped enough to allow Sam a glimpse of the turmoil within.
Covering as best he could, he said, “There’s nothing.”
“Yeah. Sell that to someone who doesn’t know you as well as I do.”
True, Sam did know him well. The two of them had been friends for five years, since meeting in the Middle East when they were both guarding politicians. That friendship had eventually become a partnership. Ronan had given Sam Travis the start-up capital to open his training faci
lity and now he personally trained all new Cosain employees.
“So, what’s got the great Ronan Connolly twisting in the wind?”
Ronan frowned. “Would it do me any good to tell you I don’t want to talk about it?”
“What do you think?”
He snorted. “I think you’re a pain in the ass.”
“That’s been said before.” Sam leaned back against the hip-high half wall lining the front of the firing range. “Doesn’t answer the question though.”
No, it didn’t. If Sean were here, Ronan might talk things through with his cousin. Then he smiled at the notion. Sean was more determinedly single than even Ronan, so what would the man possibly know about what Ronan was feeling at the moment. Hell, even he wasn’t sure what his feelings were.
From the long range weapons area, shots echoed in the clear desert air. Here, it was just he and Sam in the waning afternoon light. He took one last stab at keeping his thoughts to himself. “What makes you think there’s anything?”
“For one, you don’t usually make a surprise visit. For another, you haven’t been on the range in months. So something’s bugging you. Anything I can do?”
It had been months since he’d been target shooting. Because he did more desk work than field work these days, it hadn’t seemed important. But since getting back from his last job and finding himself at war with Laura Page, Ronan had felt the need to settle himself. So he’d come here. To see his friend. To check on his new recruits. And to lose himself in tasks that required enough focus and concentration that he had none left to spare for the woman currently haunting his thoughts. So far though, even the range hadn’t shoved Laura completely from his mind.
It was good to see Sam, whether or not the man was digging too close to what Ronan would rather not talk about. Ronan met his friend’s direct gaze and counted himself a lucky man. He wasn’t long on family—having only Sean and his widowed mother, Ronan’s aunt Ailish—but he had a few good friends who more than made up for the lack. Though even the best of friends couldn’t help him uncover the mystery that was Laura—or the question as to why the hell he cared.
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