Distinguished Service by Tori Carrington

Author:Tori Carrington [Carrington, Tori]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780373797226
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

4

WHOA, COWBOY.

Mariah could swear she was shaking. She eyed the avalanche of suitcases, then Zach Letterman’s wide, hard chest, and swallowed hard. The problem was she wasn’t sure what bothered her most-that a few measly suitcases were to blame for her shaken demeanor, or Zach Letterman.

Definitely Zach Letterman.

She covertly lifted her hand. Definitely shaking. She smacked the hand back to her side and made a fist.

Okay, so for those few moments it had felt good to be pressed against his hard male length as if she was a damsel in distress and he the brave hero. Even if he’d only been protecting her from suitcases. She’d breathed in the crisp scent of his shirt, felt his large hands pressing against her back, and felt…different somehow. At least different from the way she’d felt with any other guy. She was used to the smell of chewing tobacco and sweat. But somehow she got the impression that when Zach sweated, he smelled like cologne.

It didn’t make any sense, really. All her life she’d been around real cowboys. Men who hiked up their pants and puffed out their chests and made it their mission in life to play the role of heroes. Yet whenever any of them had tried to help her, she’d shunned them. Felt insulted. Had even broken her leg in three places once in her haste to show she could take care of herself. Her horse had rolled and caught her underneath.

Yet let a few bags fall to the floor and she was hopping into a Yankee’s arms and batting her lashes as if she wasn’t capable of tying her shoes right.

“I’ll be darned,” James said, breaking into her mental musings.

Zach moved up next to the man and Mariah moved to the other side. Before them sat no fewer than fifteen suitcases, all hanging open and gutted, their contents mixing with the next.

“I take it this isn’t the way to go about searching for bags,” Zach said dryly.

“Heck no, it ain’t.” James kicked a few steps forward. “All the stuff gets mixed up then.” He threw his hands in the air.

Zach looked down at something he’d taken out of his front pocket. “Blue canvas suitcase with blue leather straps.”

Mariah noted that all the suitcases that had been opened matched that description.

“The guy,” James said.

“The guy? What guy?”

He waved his hand. “You know, the one who got here just before you looking for a wedding dress.” He looked around and Mariah followed his gaze, finding no other person in sight. At the far end of the warehouse, a door clanged. She couldn’t say for sure, but she’d have chanced a guess that the man in question had just left the building.

Zach frowned and glanced at her. “I don’t have a very good feeling about all of this.”

Mariah had to admit she felt the same way, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him. It reeked too much of the damsel-in-distress situation. “We’re talking about a wedding dress here.”

“A wedding dress our client is paying through the nose to locate.

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