02 Macnamara's Woman by Scott Alicia

Author:Scott, Alicia [Scott, Alicia]
Language: deu
Format: azw3
Published: 2011-08-07T12:50:49+00:00

Chapter 8

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Tamara. C.J. felt her breathing finally ease. Wordlessly, he rolled to the side, then cradled her slender body against him, her head pillowed on his arm, her naked back curved against his torso. She didn't say anything.

"Are you all right?" he asked at last. He felt awkward. He didn't remember the last time he'd felt awkward in bed with a woman. Of course, he didn't remember the last time he hadn't satisfied his partner.

"I'm tired," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse.

He stroked her hair for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. Finally, he simply held her. And as minute turned into minute, he felt the last bit of tension drain from her body. A few minutes more and he could tell that she'd drifted to sleep.

Tamara. He stroked the thick silk of her hair, he stroked the long, slender line of her arm. He'd fantasized about her since the first night he'd met her. He'd hungered for her, imagined making love to her. Certainly, he'd imagined it ending a little differently than it had. When she was rested, he had every intention of discussing it, too.

Odd how life worked. This morning, after receiving the phone call, sex had been the farthest thing from his mind. He'd been prepared to hate her. Prepared to fight with her. Hell, prepared to tie her up and wrest every last bit of knowledge from her.

Instead, he'd fallen faster and louder than a three-hundred-year-old oak. He'd wound up taking her to bed and… And realizing once more that she was an incredibly complex woman. A woman who'd been through a lot. A woman who was still making the journey from that dark place where you lived after losing the people you loved.

He should've been slower with her. He should've taken more time, helped her relax more.

The air-conditioning became too cold. He found the edges of the comforter and wrapped it around them, spooning his body against hers. Beneath the covers, he splayed his fingers over her belly and found her scars.

There were so many scars, varying in size and length. This one along the side of her hip. This one cutting across. This one small and slender, almost like a delicate web. They bore mute testimony to her story and convinced him once and for all that she had finally told him the truth.

What had it been like for her, driving along with her family one minute, waking up in a hospital the next and hearing that her family was gone? Had there been anyone to hold her? Friends or distant family? A kind nurse?

If something ever happened to Maggie, he, Brandon and Lydia would move heaven and earth to be at her side. No one should have to go through that kind of trauma alone. Just … no one.

Suddenly, he was angry. Deeply, darkly, intensely angry. Tamara had been robbed of something precious. Worse, she'd been forced to deal with it alone. It wasn't right. She should've had a Lydia.

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