He rubbed his forehead as he walked down the hallway and out of sight.
“Get your shit together, Race,” I told myself before inhaling a long, deep breath. “You’re a strong woman. You’re an executive. You don’t have time for romantic entanglements.” I blew the air out of my lungs and closed my eyes. “We’d never work anyway,” I told myself as I thought back to Friday night.
“What wouldn’t work?”
I jumped and closed my fists. “Damn it!” I shrieked as pain sliced through my hands.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, setting the first-aid kit on the counter.
“I’m just jumpy,” I lied as I peered down at my hands, bouncing my heels off the cabinet. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? I’m the one who scared you.”
I held my palms out, showing him the mess I’d made. “You’re going to have to clean them again.” I tried to hide my smile, ’cause in reality I’d welcome him between my legs.
“It’s not a big deal, princess,” he said in a calm voice, shrugging.
“Tell me more about yourself, Morgan,” I said, trying to think of something other than his body and mine together, naked, sweaty.
Fuck me, I was hopeless.
“Not much to tell, Race. I told you a lot about myself the day we met.”
“No, you didn’t. I want to know more than you were in the army. Are you from around here?” I knew he wasn’t, but damn it, getting information from him wasn’t easy.
“I grew up in Chicago and just moved here right before I started working on your case.”
“I was there once. It’s an amazing city. The shopping is spectacular.”
“I guess so. I’m not much of a shopper.” He threw the bloody paper towel into the sink.
“Yeah. I can see that.”
“Is that a dig?” he asked as he glanced up at me with a gleam in his eye.
I shook my head. “No. You’re just a man.” God, I was such an asshole sometimes. “What brought you to Florida?”
“I came for a wedding and my cousin offered me a job.”
“Which one is your cousin?”
“Thomas,” he replied as he opened the first-aid kit and grabbed a bandage.
“I can see the resemblance.” They were both beefy men and drop-dead gorgeous. “Why did you join the army?” I knew I was always tight-lipped about my past and life, but getting information out of him was like pulling teeth.
“I got into some trouble as a kid. Judge told me I either join up or spend some time behind bars.”
“What did you do? Rob someone?” I teased, pursing my lips.
“Something like that,” he mumbled.
“Huh.”
“I haven’t always been a good guy, Race,” he said as he covered my hand with the bandage.
“We all do dumb stuff when we’re young.”
“You’re still young.”
