Freefall by Joann Ross

Author:Joann Ross [Ross, JoAnn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Military, Romance Suspense, Mystery Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9780451223203
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2007-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-two

Wondering how such a chaste kiss could leave her so needy, Sabrina dragged herself up the stairs, brushed her teeth, and fell into bed.

Even as she reminded herself that before the bombing she'd been a strong, independent woman, that she didn't need a bodyguard, she couldn't deny that it was comforting knowing Zach was downstairs.

Was he thinking about her? Wishing he was here in her bed, ravishing her blind instead of sitting alone in the dark?

And speaking of the dark, surprisingly, she didn't feel afraid.

Which, being a logical, levelheaded woman, she realized was precisely because there was an armed SEAL in the house.

Not just any SEAL.

Zach. And his strong, solid presence allowed her to truly relax for the first time in weeks.

Closing her eyes, breathing out a long, slow sigh, Sabrina tuned out.

Frustrated by a lack of sleep, which for once had nothing to do with war flashbacks, Zach had almost convinced himself that his uncharacteristic emotional connection to Lucie's delectable granddaughter was nothing more than a hormonal response to a sexually appealing woman.

Especially given how long it had been since he'd slept with any woman.

Take one attractive, sweet-smelling blonde and a hormone-driven male, stir in a bit of danger, shake well, and it was only natural you'd come up with a sex connection.

That, at least, is what Zach had kept telling himself all night.

What he'd almost managed to believe.

Until the woman who'd caused him so much emotional and sexual turmoil entered the kitchen looking like a summer garden in a brightly flowered halter top and crisp white slacks.

She also looked as if she'd gotten some sleep. Which made one of them.

"Good morning." Her smile, while only a bit tentative, brightened her moss green eyes.

" 'Morning." He poured some orange juice from the carton he'd watched her put away yesterday. Had that been only twenty-four hours ago? It seemed like a week. Month. Year. "Sleep well?"

"Very well, thank you." She took the glass he handed her and sipped. "How about you?"

"Like a rock," he lied.

"I owe you an apology." She perched on a barstool and crossed those legs that appeared to go all the way up to her ears. "For keeping you up just because I got skitterish about things going bump in the night."

"I got used to going without sleep in the SEALs. Besides, there was no point taking chances. Especially since you never know who Lucie might've given keys to over the years. I had one. So did Dad. And Line. The former housekeeper. And the service Harlan hired to come in once a week, and—"

"I get your point. Knowing Lucie, there could be keys all over the island."

"Which is why we're going to change the locks."

"You won't find me arguing about that." She slid off the stool and poured herself a cup of coffee he'd made from the carafe, then stirred in some milk and not one, not two, but three spoonfuls of sugar.

"I'm amazed you have any teeth left."

She flashed those gleaming whites at him. "I have tough teeth.

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