Page 5 of Worth the Wait

The truth that says you’re scared but too stubborn to admit it.

“Next up is Ky. He’s straight from Florida where he’s a physical therapist for the Olympic athletes, and now he’s doubling as an instructor for the next few months.”

Ky lifts his arm. His light brown skin is gorgeous in color, and his arms are dotted with Maori tattoos.

“And last but not least is our newest addition. A certified badass who has served as the commander of one of San Francisco’s SWAT units for fifteen years before recently taking a short sabbatical to live a life outside of the constant razor’s edge of crazies. We’re thrilled to have him and his expertise. Ladies, please welcome Reznor.”

The ladies clap, and I turn to find none other than the tattooed hottie who was standing by the door with me. Oh shit. Now with the red company shirt on, he takes his time walking over to us while every part of me wants to crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment.

My comments loop on a reel in my head as I lower my eyes and shut them momentarily.

Did I really say all that about cops and psych tests and…oh, this is not good.

And of course when I lift my eyes again, he is staring right at me. No mistaking it. He doesn’t address us, but rather just holds my gaze, and with a ghost of that smile of his, nods his head before stepping back.

Reznor.

How did I know he’d have a sexy name to go with all that deliciousness that he is?

The ladies turn their focus back to Bear and just before I do, Reznor gives the subtlest lift of his eyebrows to me as if to challenge what I’d said before turning his attention to his job.

Bastard.