Hero in Disguise by Sharla Lovelace

Author:Sharla Lovelace [Lovelace, Sharla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: second chances, betrayal, trust, family, good girl bad boy, first love
Publisher: Beyond the Page
Published: 2017-01-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Jake awoke from a dead sleep, blinking against the light pouring in the window, unsure why there was light pouring in anywhere. His bedroom window covers were never open. And then the woman in his arms brought it all back. The very warm, sexy-sweet smelling woman, her hair messy and tousled against his chest, her bare body curled against his. It was the simplest and most basic of things, and it kicked him in the nuts with the force of a raging bull.

He had stayed, and made love to her a second time. Talked about the Plan. About life. About family—or as much as he could. He’d fallen asleep with her in his arms. Hell, he had fallen asleep. Period. And he had no sense of panic. No urge to run. He was breaking his own rules, and yet—he wanted to stay. He liked laying beside her, listening to her breathe, feeling her velvety skin under his fingers. Twirling a lock of her hair. Why couldn’t this be real?

And there was the panic.

Because it wasn’t.

This life—this reality Jake just woke up to—it wasn’t his. It belonged to Jake Smith. Liar Extraordinaire.

He had stood outside her door with every intention of telling her. Throwing the plan to hell, hoping she’d let him save it, but needing to come clean more. Then she opened the door looking like a warm, sexy dessert, and oh so sad. Asking if he was going to leave again. And suddenly he had to have her in his arms, in his mouth, in his—Jake shut his eyes and clenched his teeth together before the word could sprout roots.

Walk away.

“Mmm,” Harper sighed, stretching her body against him like a very sexy cat. Her leg brushed against his nuts, and hello—she had his full attention.

No. He couldn’t do it again. He should think cold thoughts. He stretched for his phone, careful not to wake her, and texted Frankie with one thumb.

Need a ride back to the city if you can.

A minute or so later, his phone buzzed.

Where are you?

Brooklyn.

A pause. Why?

Part of him missed the yes-sir-no-sir responses that their relationship used to comprise of, when he didn’t have to explain himself. Now they were more. Frankie had become a friend of sorts, and certainly a partner in his deception.

Are you available?

“What are you doing?” Harper asked sleepily, resting her chin on his chest.

God help him, but nothing in this world was sexier than a woman’s satisfied smile and knowing you put it there.

“Seeing if I can catch a ride with Frankie,” he said, smoothing hair out of her eyes.

Her eyebrows dipped together. “How did you get here?”

“A cab,” he lied. He couldn’t keep claiming friends. No one had friends that good that weren’t being paid. “But Frankie has to go into the city anyway, so . . .”

“That’s right,” she said with a look, “he works for the Jerichos. And when a Jericho twitches a finger, he has to come running.”

Jake winced. Was it like that?

“Well, hopefully he gets paid well,” he said.

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