Their brief
heated meeting one fateful night had singed itself into their minds. Not
knowing of the other’s identity, but unable to forget, had sealed their fate.
The fire smoldered quietly in each of them as they tried to move on with their
lives.
Eric Stiles was
in the middle of chaos, searching for a killer.
Hunted by an
obsessed psychopath Rebecca Gailen was trying to be strong.
The world stopped
for a moment as they looked up and saw the other standing just feet away.
His heart
lurched, her armor shattered and the world started again as Eric’s brother,
Charlie, appeared to take her hand.
Family loyalty
isn’t a choice. When Rebecca’s stalker rages out of control, Eric’s decision
haunts him and he struggles to stay away. Can he remain loyal to his brother,
even if it means abandoning Rebecca when she may need him the most?
***
"Hey, thanks
for coming."
“Thanks for the
address.”
“What’s going
on?’
“I think she got
a visit from our friend this evening,” he replied, still looking for Rebecca.
“Really, when?”
“Not sure, that’s
what I’m here to find out. Where is she?”
“Other side of
the bar,” Donna replied with a small wince.
His eyes found
her. She was sitting on top of the bar, laughing and teasing a group of men
surrounding her.
“She started
doing shots, as soon as she hung up on you.”
“Okay,” he
replied with a deep breath and wondered how he was going to handle this. She
looked like she was having fun, although his stomach clenched at the thought of
someone else's arms around her. “Maybe I should just leave her be. She’s been
through enough the past few days.”
“Which is exactly
why you need to go over there,” Donna insisted. “She's not thinking straight.
She isn't listening to me and Charlie isn't available.”
The comment wasn’t
meant to, but it stung. He was third on the list. Fourth, if you counted Mindy.
Eric nodded in agreement and walked around the bar to the engaging crowd.
Perched on the bar, her long legs were crossed and wrapped in a mid-length
black skirt. She wasn't flaunting anything, she was just smiling and laughing.
The small gathering of men were making comments and even began singing to her.
Eric stood at the
back of the group, waiting for her to see him. He couldn’t help but become lost
in the sight of her. Since their unexpected reunion, he hadn’t really been able
to just look at her, take her in and see once again how stunning she was. From
her fiery locks to her thin ankles. His entire body began to pulse at the
memory of her softness beneath him. He took a deep breath as her eyes caught
his and instead of the expected scowl, she smiled and tilted her head as she
had in the coffee shop.
“Look out, boys,
the cops are here to rescue me,” she said as she leaned forward.
He pushed his way
between her suitors until his chest brushed against her legs. “May I have this
dance?” he asked as he looked up into her eyes.
“Depends,” she
answered as her hands rested on his shoulders.
Eric grasped her
waist and lifted her off the bar, resting her on the floor in front of him. “On
what?”
“Whether you're
here for business or pleasure.”
“Dancing with
you,” he said in a low breath, as his body reacted to her softness against him,
his hands still wrapped around her small waist. “Definitely pleasure.”
She looked up at
him and the room seemed to disappear. A serenity that he'd only felt once
before encompassed him. The weight of the world seemed to lift when he stared
into the electric pools of her eyes, and he wondered how that could be.
“I wish that were
true,” she said.
He saw doubt and
pain flash in her eyes. “Rebecca…” he started when the popping of a champagne
bottle startled her. She jumped away from him as her entire body visibly
trembled. She ran her fingers through her hair, and he watched her look for
something familiar. Her eyes found Donna and she walked past him to her
friend...
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