DEATHBLOW by Dana Marton

Author:Dana Marton [Marton, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Wendy woke to her cell phone ringing and groaned into her pillow. She glanced at the time, almost eight a.m. Some extra sleep would have been nice. She’d had trouble falling asleep last night, then dreamt and woke up, over and over again. In some of the dreams, Joe was making love to her. In others, he was walking away from her.

She picked up her phone and squinted at the screen. Talk about the devil.

“Is it a crime to sleep in now?” she mumbled the words.

“I’m here,” Broslin’s favorite son said on the other end.

Her brain struggled to wake up. “Here where?”

“In front of your door.”

“I didn’t buzz you in.”

“Came in with one of the neighbors. Open the door, Wendy.”

“Give me a minute.”

She put the phone down and jumped out of bed. He was probably here to talk about the baby. She’d thought she was ready for that conversation, but now she wasn’t sure. Advance warning that he was dropping in would have been nice. She could at least have had a cup of coffee first.

She washed her face in a hurry and brushed her teeth, ran a comb through her hair, then dressed—a simple T-shirt with blue jeans, didn’t want him to think that she was dressing up for him. Since Justin was still sleeping, she closed the door to his room.

Then she drew a deep breath, walked to the front door, and opened it.

“Hey.” His dark hair was mussed; his clothes looked slept in. He looked sexier than ever. “Can I come in?”

Okay, that was different from Keith’s habit of pushing his way in and acting as if he owned the place. She stepped aside, part of her responding to Joe’s good manners and rumpled, sexy look.

Because she didn’t like that, she pushed back. “Hot party last night?”

“You bet.”

But he had green carpet fibers—the same color as the hallway carpet outside—on the back of his pants. Almost as if he’d spent at least part of the night sitting outside her door. That didn’t make any sense.

He walked forward and she tried not to appreciate the way his powerful body moved, or those chiseled lips that had gotten her into trouble in the first place, or the eyes that seemed sober instead of glinting with mischief this morning.

“Coffee?” She moved toward the counter. She needed fortification to face him.

“Sure. Justin?”

“Won’t be up for another hour.”

Joe followed her into the kitchen. “He slept okay?”

Her heart softened a little. He always asked about Justin, half the time had some little gift for him. She didn’t think he was faking that he cared. So why couldn’t he deal with their baby? But she couldn’t go there. Not before coffee.

“He never woke up once,” she said. “I thought he might have nightmares, but he didn’t. Thank you for making the accident a game and an adventure for him.” She popped in a new filter, added coffee, then poured in water.

“Kids are pretty resilient.” Joe stopped a few feet from her and held her gaze, as if trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say next.

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