Hold on Tight by Tyler Stephanie

Author:Tyler, Stephanie [Tyler, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction
Publisher: Dell Publishing
Published: 2010-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

She wasn’t used to sleeping next to anyone. After an hour of watching Saint actually doze, PJ decided to slip inside and make him dinner. He hadn’t eaten that she’d seen since she’d arrived, and although she hadn’t been with him twenty-four seven, she suspected food had been the last thing on his mind. Grief did that to a person—she noted that fact from her own too-thin frame and felt her own stomach rumble in response to the scents of cooking food quickly filling up the kitchen.

The glass door slid open and she glanced at the clock. Three hours.

“Three hours. A goddamned miracle.” Saint ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it—it already stood out in all directions and he didn’t seem to care. He’d pulled on a pair of shorts, but her face heated as she stared at his chest.

It’s the heat from the stove.

She turned back to what she was doing. “I was hungry. But I’ll never eat all of this. You have to help me finish it.”

He gave a grunt in reply—he was still groggy, she supposed. And then she heard the scrape of his chair, a small acquiescence, and she smiled.

“I told you before, I’m well aware that you’re handling me,” he said finally, once she put a glass of water in front of him.

“Then you’re also well aware that you’re allowing yourself to be handled.”

“Because you’re not a member of my team or my mother. You, I can handle.”

“Now, that’s not an innocent choice of words.” She turned the gas off under the rice and continued to stir it.

“Nothing that comes out of my mouth is innocent, Patricia—I thought you knew that already.”

Patricia. She hadn’t been called that in forever, liked the way it sounded with his drawl. He’d asked her earlier what PJ stood for, and now she remembered him whispering her name in her ear while he was inside of her, and felt the shiver go up her spine.

She was in deep.

God, she didn’t like the way she felt around him—a spinning tire, out of control, a ride on a fast-moving Ferris wheel, her belly out of whack in a way it never was, even in the planes she’d flown.

And just like all the other times she’d felt out of control, she was waiting for the inevitable crash to happen—real or emotional.

Yes, short, meaningless affairs were easiest, ones that satisfied her physical needs and let her walk away without looking back. Without caring.

When she looked at Saint, she knew she cared.

Quickly, she put the rice and chicken on a plate for him. It was close to six but it felt much later. The rain had started in again and brought a cloud covering that blanketed the house in darkness.

Saint had flipped on the main lights in the kitchen before he’d sat down—she’d been working with only the ones above the stove.

After he’d eaten his fill, he sat back with his water in hand and checked the messages on his phone. After a few minutes, he closed his eyes and shook his head, like I don’t need this shit right now.

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