Double Trouble by Deborah Cooke

Author:Deborah Cooke [Cooke, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Deborah A. Cooke
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The problem with being in the shower was that I couldn’t eavesdrop. But then, I’d only want to eavesdrop if I had some kind of vested emotional interest in the success or failure of James’ marriage, and that I didn’t have.

Right.

I scrubbed and I showered and I even damn well whistled, knowing very well that there was a dangerously attractive beast of a man loose in my apartment and trying hard to forget it. I turned off the water when I couldn’t stand it any longer, but there wasn’t a sound.

No argument.

No mumbled masculine agreements.

Nothing. Not even the complaint of the elevator, much less the purr of a motorcycle engine fading away.

The silence made my imagination run wild. I stood in the stall, dripping, and wondered what James was up to. He was a wily type, much more unpredictable than I had long believed.

You gotta love that. I decided that standing here was stupid, as well as cold, and flung open the shower curtain.

And just about had a heart attack.

James was standing perfectly still not two feet away, holding the towel. Waiting. He was fully dressed and clearly on the verge of departure. I willed my catapulting heart back where it belonged and reached for the towel as calmly as I could.

James held it further away, just slightly out of my grip. “I’m going to call you,” he said as if he expected a fight about it.

He’d called that one right.

I shrugged. “Save your quarter. Now give me the towel.”

“Nuh uh.” His jaw set. “Maralys, we’re going to talk about this, whether you like it or not.”

“No, we’re not. We have talked about it and we’re done.” I snagged the towel, knowing that I’d only gotten it because he let me get it. That annoyed me beyond reason. I wrapped it determinedly around myself, then looked him in the eye. “How’s my sister, by the way? You know—your wife?”

“My estranged wife,” he corrected without a ripple of emotion. “My soon-to-be ex-wife. She says she’s fine.”

“Where is she?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.” Once again, I watched him close the book on something that was no longer of interest to him.

It was a bit chilling.

James turned and gestured in the direction of my kitchen. “I’ve left our new address and phone number on your fridge, as well as my cell number.” Then he looked back at me, a knowing twinkle in his eye. “If you suddenly feel the desperate need to talk to me, you’ll know where to find me.”

“I’m not going to call you.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m going to call you.” He swooped, kissed me hard enough to make me shiver, then headed out of the bathroom but quick.

“You’re always doing that,” I complained as I trailed behind him. I wiped at my mouth as though I was removing a stain.

I should have known that he’d take that as a challenge.

James paused beside the bike and glanced over his shoulder. His voice was low. “You want me to stop?”

“Well, yes.

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