She tried to talk through great gulps of panic and shivering. “The…phone l-line…is cut.... I checked.... I left my…c-cell in the bedroom.... I f-forgot…”
Inside the door, he spun her around to face him. “You did what?”
“I…I…l-left my…phone on the b-bed....” She was shaking from head to toe now, and he pulled her to the couch, warming her hands between his.
“Raine, you went out to check if the phone line was cut? Are you nuts? Someone could have been out there.”
She shook her head.
“I looked around, it was bright.... I h-had the file.... I couldn’t ca-call the cops if the phone was just dead…and I didn’t know where you were....”
Tears were starting to flood her eyes now, and he took her shoulders. “Okay, I’m sorry, baby. Hold it together, just for a while, okay? It’s okay. We’re getting you out of here.”
She nodded faintly.
“You get clothes together, I’ll call the cops. Go pack what you need. Don’t pack light—we don’t know how long this will be for.”
She nodded and stood on trembling legs, unsure of exactly where he thought she would be going, but she knew she couldn’t stay home alone and feel safe. She went to pack, hearing him in the distance, calling the police.
It didn’t seem like very long before she heard voices in the living room, and she came out. Jack was talking with two uniformed officers, and they were taking notes. She joined them, feeling steadier but no less afraid.
“Evening, ma’am. Mr. Harris reported that you had some trouble here?”
She nodded. “Someone cut my phone line.”
“The phone is dead?”
“Yes. Someone cut the line into the house—I checked.”
The officer raised his eyebrow, but didn’t say a word for a moment. “Okay, we’re going to go out and check the premises. Just sit tight for a few minutes.”
Jack thanked the officers and took in Raine’s face. She was still ghostly pale, but the trembling seemed to have stopped, and she was calmer.
“All packed?”
“Yes. I just need to get some work together. I suppose that I could see if the inn down the street is open, but it’s late…”
She felt the sharpness in his voice cut through her fog. “Inn? You aren’t going to a damn inn, Raine—what the hell are you thinking? You are going home with me. You can stay at my place.”
She blinked at him. “Your place? I can’t stay with you.”
He stared at her. “Yes, you can, and you are. You said yourself you don’t want to go to Gwen’s, and this way, you have built-in security—me.”
“But—”
“Listen, I have enough room, and two beds, if that is what’s worrying you.”
She felt heat invade her face, and her throat tightened. “No, that’s very kind of you, I don’t want to intrude. This isn’t your problem.”
His voice was cooler now, his eyes glittering as they bored into hers.
“Don’t do that, Raine. Don’t do it, not now. Not this time.”
She just nodded, went quiet under his hard stare. He relaxed, and backed off as the officers came to the door, looking serious.
“Yep, the phone line is cut. We can look for prints but I don’t imagine we’ll find anything. There are a lot of footsteps in the snow, but some of those will be yours, from what you’ve said. You’re going to have to have your car taken care of. All four tires were cut. Maybe you scared off whoever did it when you went outside, but it isn’t safe for you to stay here alone.”
Jack’s arm came around her shoulders, holding her fast. She couldn’t say anything, but she heard Jack tell them that they had already filed one complaint with Detective Delaney about a stalker, and that this was probably connected to that incident. The uniformed officers nodded, and looked at Raine.
“The detective may want to talk with you again, ma’am. Do you know a place you can stay for the night?”
Raine looked at them mutely, and Jack stepped in, giving them his address and number. Grabbing her bags, and shutting off the lights, they left the premises with the police officers, and went to Jack’s car.
Raine looked at her car sitting lopsidedly in the driveway, and felt the panic surge up again. Who would want to do this to her? She had never hurt anyone. She kept to herself. She hardly even knew anyone.
She felt Jack guide her into the passenger’s seat, and she let her head fall back against the headrest, closing her eyes, feeling a massive headache coming on. The car rolled forward, and everything dimmed to gray.
11
THE NEXT THING she knew, she was being shaken gently, and she startled upright, not exactly sure where she was. It was dark, there were comforting smells of spice and—Jack. They were in his car, he was leaning over, his hand on her shoulder; she must have fallen asleep. His voice was quiet, gentle.
“There you are—I didn’t realize why you were so quiet for a while, you had me worried. I was talking to you and there was only silence. I didn’t realize you had fallen asleep, but I’m glad you got some rest.” He was smiling at her, but his eyes looked tired.
She yawned, still groggy with sleep. “I’m kind of surprised, too. I guess it was just being in the car, warm, and I relaxed a little.” With you, she added silently.
He nodded. “Well, we’re here. My place. If you want to go in, I can get your things.” He held his keys out.
She blinked hard.
“No, I can help.”
She opened the door before he could argue, and felt the cold blast of air hit her in the face, waking her. She stepped out, and looked at the beach cottage in front of her. It was dark, but she could see the house was not a new construction, not one of the parade of characterless condos that had sprung up along the shoreline, but an old, square, two-story stone house, with a cobbled chimney.
Brambly beach-plum hedges poked gnarly branches up from underneath a light layer of icy snow and little wooden tents stood duty under the windows, protecting the bushes from the weather. The place, glistening and shadowed under the moon, looked magical. It was set far back from the shoreline, but she could still hear the waves crashing behind the house, and salt hung in the air.
The winds were frigid, and she shivered, turning to the car. Jack had already pulled her bags out from the trunk, and she grabbed one of the heavier ones and walked toward the charming wooden, cathedral door with a heavy brass knocker. The single, wide step was a large stone slab, and she felt the crunching under her boots where Jack had salted the slippery walk. A bright porch light in the shape of a lantern helped her see clearly as Jack slid the key in the lock and pushed open the door.
As she walked in, she was enveloped in the scent that she had come to associate with the man himself, a heady aroma of wood, cloves and sea. She set her bags down and looked around the small entry that was simply decorated with some antique naval items on the walls and a straight-backed Shaker bench where she sat to remove her boots. The floors were all hardwood and gleaming, and colorful Persian rugs were scattered everywhere. Everything about the house seemed sturdy and square, but it was inviting as well. Cozy, she supposed, was a weak word.
Secure. Solid. Safe.
Jack’s voice interrupted her observations.
“It’s a little chilly in here. It gets that way if I let the fire go out for a long time. Let me get it going, and I’ll show you your room. You can look around wherever you want.” He pointed down a narrow hallway. “The bathroom is down that hall, up the stairs to the left, if you need it.”
She nodded, and stood up, feeling strange. The whole evening had been surreal, and here she stood now, in Jack’s house, feeling both incredibly at home and yet like a complete stranger. She just stood in that spot, and he walked up to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“Raine, I want you to feel comfortable here. You’re safe. No one except my closest friends and family have this address, and it’s not even listed in my name. I have lived here for a
long time, but it is actually my grandparents’ property. I use a post-office box in town. No one can trace us here. No one could possibly know you are here.”
She nodded and felt the warmth from his hands on her shoulders move across her skin, and she thought she might be safe from the stalker and even from Jack, but she wasn’t too sure about herself. Some of her thoughts must have shown in her eyes, since his eyes snapped in recognition as passion ignited between them.
But he let his hands drop to his sides, smiling slightly as he turned and walked into another room. Raine went to find the bathroom, pleased but not surprised to find it very modern, offering every convenience including a large set-in tub with massage jets that made her purr with anticipation of a hot bath. She ran her hand along the edge of the cool, granite-textured porcelain. Tension had made her ache from head to toe, and she felt like a piece of raw meat.
Pursing her lips, she walked back down the hall, where she was treated to a very nice view of Jack’s backside as he bent over, stoking a fire. The central room with the fireplace was as beautiful as the rest of the house, but she wasn’t really paying attention to the details at that very moment.
“Um, Jack?”
“Yeah?” He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Almost done, this will warm the place up fast.”
“Oh, it’s fine, I love it. I was just wondering, I know it’s very late, but…”
He stood and looked at her, and she was mesmerized, watching him. He almost seemed to glow as the flames started to leap up in the background, and she licked her lips.
“I am feeling pretty achy, and was wondering…”
He shot her a huge grin.
“Ah, the bath. Absolutely. No one ever resists that for long once they’ve seen it. Help yourself. I’m serious, Raine, that I want you to treat this place as you would your own home. You want something, you don’t need to ask.”
She nodded, still staring at him standing in the firelight, and felt her insides melt, and she wasn’t thinking about the tub now.
“But you may want to get in there now, before you get too tired. I’ll show you your room so you can just hit the sheets if you want. You’ve had a tough night.”
She nodded, then followed him into the foyer again and grabbed her bags, walking behind him up the stairs and past the magnificent bathroom to a room at the end of the hall. He opened the door, and turned on the light.
“I’m afraid it is the smaller of the two bedrooms, but I hope it will be comfortable. It has a nice view in the daylight.”
Raine caught her breath. The room was smaller than hers at home, but the high four-poster bed covered in white and blue linens looked like something out of a dream.
Jack walked to the window and gazed out.
“Actually, the moon is so full tonight you still have a nice view—the snow makes it so bright.”
She joined him by the six-over-six, square-paned window that looked out over wind-bent trees and dunes. The corners were edged with snow, like something out of a postcard. the room had the same homey feel as the rest of the house.
Someone cared very much about this old place. A lovely old waterfall-style dresser and full-length mirror filled one corner of the room by a closet and a quilt stand. The walls were a pale green, and ink drawings of seabirds and flowers were on every wall. She sighed, turning back to the room.
“You may never get me to leave.”
He smiled, wondering why that thought caused his breath to come up short for a moment, and walked back to the doorway.
“It’s yours for as long as you want it, Rainey. I’ll be downstairs. Enjoy your bath.”
And he was gone. Raine sat on the bed, which she practically needed a stepstool to crawl up onto, and tested its mattress. It was just right. Of course. She gathered up her bath necessities and headed back to the bathroom, her thoughts on the tub and her aching muscles.
* * *
JACK SAT BY THE FIRE, exhausted but unable to sleep. He had been badly shaken when he had received that message, Raine’s voice, tight and panicked, telling him her phone was dead and pleading with him to please call back on her cell. He ran a hand over his face, reminding himself that he had her here now, with him, safe and sound. He wouldn’t let his imagination torture him with what ifs.
He barely remembered the mad drive from the highway back to her house. He was glad he was still so close by. After leaving work, he was too restless to go home alone, and had stopped for some food, then for a few drinks. A pretty brunette had flirted with him at the bar; she had received his polite but clear “not interested” message quickly and left him alone.
His mind was consumed with thoughts of a particular blonde. Who was upstairs naked in his tub right now. Who would be sleeping just yards away from him tonight. He felt his body react to the thought and tried to stem his desire. That wasn’t what Raine needed right now. She’d had a nasty day followed by a nastier night, and though his mind swam with images of what could happen between them here in his house for an undetermined length of time, he primarily wanted to make sure she was safe and taken care of.
But he also knew that he had not mistaken the flash of desire in her eyes when she had looked at him in the entry hall. That had spoken to him loud and clear. He stared at the fire for a long while, sipping a cognac and sinking into his dreams.
* * *
RAINE PADDED DOWN the stairs; the house was amazingly silent. She had sat in the bath until the water had turned tepid and she was in danger of drowning by falling asleep. But then when she had gone and crawled into the huge, soft bed, she’d laid there wide maddeningly awake. So she went in search of some reading material to try to take her mind off things.
When she went into the den, she was surprised to find Jack stretched out on the huge burgundy sofa, slumped down in a half sitting position that didn’t look very comfortable, but he was sleeping deeply nonetheless. She sat carefully on the opposite edge, in front of the fire, watching him sleep.
He was an incredibly beautiful man, something she hadn’t fully appreciated before. His face was softened by sleep, and she longed to reach out and touch him. Instead, she curled her feet up underneath herself, and opened the book she’d chosen from the bookcase against the far wall.
Jack was awakened by the familiar scent of citrus and flowers filling the room. He opened his eyes slightly, looking around, and saw Raine sitting on the sofa, legs curled beneath her, staring at a book. The flickering light played off her face, and he took in her long hair, damp and curling, pulled up on the back of her head, exposing the graceful length of her neck.
She was dressed in flannels—green, blue and white check, and white, fuzzy socks. Baggy pants and a button top, cinched modestly. It should have been more cute than sexy, but he remembered her telling him about her flannels once before, and he felt himself go hard.
“Raine.” His voice was barely a whisper.
She lowered the book and looked at him, her face freshly scrubbed, glowing in the firelight, eyes sleepy.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you, but I just didn’t…well, I couldn’t sleep. I came downstairs and saw you sitting here, and thought I would just sit with you, and…”
She was babbling and couldn’t stop. he was looking at her, sleepy, relaxed, and with undisguised desire in his eyes.
“Come here.”
His command was simple, and quietly spoken, and she never in a million years would have thought of not following it. Sliding over, she placed the book on the table, and sat on the edge of the sofa, in front of him, snuggled between the heat of the fire and the heat of his body. He reached up and slid his hand over her cheek, traced a finger down her neck, and she shivered, but not with cold.
He drew her to him, sliding his mouth gently over hers. Then, he drew back, muttered something into her mouth, and kissed her again. Heaving himself fully up onto the long, lush sofa, he settled back against the pillows. His look invited her to join him. She did so, bringing her legs up
and stretching out along the length of him, nestling her head in the crook of his shoulder.
A wave of heat washed over her skin when she felt the hardness of him against her hip. He kissed her hair, and made soft comforting sounds, drawing her more intimately against him.
She worked her arms around him as well, and nestled in closer. Slowly, she heard his breathing even, and felt her own eyelids fall. She fell into dreamless sleep, more safe and secure than she ever remembered feeling in her entire life.
* * *
THE FIRE HAD DIED DOWN a bit and the room was cool but not uncomfortable. She had no idea what time it was. Feeling relaxed for the first time in ages, she didn’t care. She could feel Jack’s breath stirring against her cheek, and smiled. He slept like a rock. That bit of knowledge felt…intimate. She saw springy chest hair curling in the V where he’d loosened the buttons of his shirt; he was still fully dressed.
Sliding her fingers out from under his arm, she touched the spot tentatively. She was curious about his tastes and textures, wanted to memorize the geography of his body, learn what he liked, what he wanted.
She was surprised at her thoughts, but he was sleeping, they were alone. Her thoughts and desires were hers, and she wanted to indulge in them.
Tilting her head backward she memorized the sinewy muscles of his neck, the angle of his jaw, and marveled at his skin. It was manly, a bit tanned even in winter, and just rough enough. He had the beginning of a beard that had miraculously appeared overnight. Running a finger over the stubble lightly, she wanted to know how it would feel scraping over her skin.
Her finger continued its journey along the shallows of his throat. She pushed herself up slightly and, holding her breath, turned her face into his neck, and let the tip of her tongue just touch him, ever so lightly, delighting in his salty, manly flavor.
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