Dangerous Race by Dee J. Adams

Author:Dee J. Adams [Adams, Dee J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2011-07-04T05:00:00+00:00

Mac looked on as another round of doctors left Tracey’s side. She’d been continually poked, prodded and peppered with questions since their arrival. Her black hair lay lifeless behind her ears. Not a stitch of makeup touched her face. But still, Mac found her damn appealing. Too appealing.

He moved his chair closer and took her hand. The faint aroma of lake water lingered despite the antiseptic smell of the hospital. “How ya holding up?” His gut churned thinking about the whole incident.

“Can’t we go yet?” Her blue gaze not only pleaded with him, it arrowed straight to his heart, wrapped around and twisted it up tight.

Mac shook his head reluctantly. “They want to watch you a little while longer.” He did too. He wasn’t about to let her leave without a clean bill of health and if it took all day to get it then…

“They said that two hours ago.”

“Yeah. They’ll probably say it two hours from now too.”

Tracey flopped her head against the pillow. “I feel fine. I want to get out of here.”

Mac squeezed her hand. “I know. Just hold your throttle. We’ll be out of here when you’re cleared to go.” He looked down at his still damp, wrinkled and smelly clothes. He needed a shower. Desperately.

Tracey pulled on his hand. “Did I thank you yet?” she asked. The sincere gratitude shining in her eyes sent his pulse thumping quicker.

He flashed her a grin. “No. I’m still waiting.” Which was a huge lie because she’d thanked him a hundred times already.

Tears brimmed her thick lashes. “Thank you.”

One hundred and one. And it still felt great. “I couldn’t really leave you there,” he said, leaning closer and bringing her hand into both of his. “It would’ve put me off the charts.”

“Off the charts?”

“On the bastard scale of one to ten.”

Her questioning gaze turned serious. “Oh, Mac, I told you, you’re not a bastard.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” But the jury’s still out on that one. He’d seduced her, and for the wrong reasons. It didn’t matter that she’d led him on. He should’ve stayed away from her in the first place. He made himself sick thinking about how he’d choreographed last night.

Mac had the ridiculous urge to take Tracey home and take care of her. Be at her beck and call. Be there to prove that he wasn’t such a scumbag after all.

A few minutes of silence stretched out between them, but Mac didn’t let go of her hand.

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” Tracey asked.

Mac cocked his head. What brought that on? “I have a little brother. Why?”

“You seem very protective.” Tracey lifted a shoulder. “Kind of like you’ve been doing it for a long time. How old is your brother?”

“Young. Twenty-six.”

“If you think that’s young, you must think…” She looked away from him, her eyes darted back and forth as she clearly figured something out in her head.

“What?” Mac asked. “I must think what?”

“Your brother was eighteen when your dad died. How old were you?”

That didn’t answer his question.

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