Killer Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 3) by James Marysol

Author:James, Marysol [James, Marysol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, sex, Contemporary, Fiction, Women's Fiction
Published: 2015-03-07T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The next afternoon, Gabi was watching from the sofa as Aidan finished his coffee. She was pale and biting her full lip and shaking a bit and he hated to see any of it.

He came over to her now. “You’re going to be OK here.”

“I know.” She tried to smile. “I know I’ll be safe with Curtis.”

“Yeah, you will.” He pulled her in to a tight hug. “He won’t let anything happen to you. Not ever.”

She nodded in to his chest and tried to calm down. She knew that Aidan had to go to work and she trusted Curtis without question… but still. Being with Aidan brought her such a sense of peace and calm, it was amazing. The thought that he was actually going to walk out the door and take his golden warmth with him was incomprehensible. She felt like her world was going to go darker and colder just by not being close to him.

There was a knock at the door and she jumped.

“Hey,” Aidan said soothingly. “It’s OK. It’s Curtis. He texted me that he was in the elevator on his way up from the parking garage.”

“God.” She exhaled. “I’m a wreck.”

“Not surprising. But you’re safe.”

“I know,” she said again. “It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

Aidan squinted through the peephole and sure enough, there was Curtis looking up and down the hallway. He opened the door.

“Come on in, man. How you doing?”

“Good.” Curtis ambled in all deceptively casual, his blue eyes taking in everything in mere seconds. Now that Gabi knew he had a military background, she wondered how the hell she’d ever missed the man’s keen intelligence and observation skills before now. Curtis, Dillon, Alex and Wes all looked like they were ready for anything all the time, and she wondered what kind of training had made them like that.

“Hey, hon.” Curtis’ voice was its usual gravel. “You doing OK?”

“Yeah, not bad.”

“Uh-huh.” His hard gaze blazed down at her. “Your neck?”

“Better.”

“Yeah? You telling me the truth?”

“Yes.”

“OK.” He looked back at Aidan. “Give me the tour of the place? Windows, doors, locks, any panels in the ceiling or between here and the neighbors. You know the drill.”

“I do.”

Gabi blinked and watched as the men promptly reduced Aidan’s home to a floorplan of entrances and exits, of windows and other vulnerable points. Suddenly, she didn’t feel totally safe here, either.

Come on, girl. Any place you go is going to have at least one damn door. Jesus. Get a grip.

Aidan put on his jean jacket, his heart heavy in his chest. He wanted to stay here, but Trey had covered his shift the night before and couldn’t make it tonight and Jax needed a bartender. He had every confidence in Curtis, but still… he wanted to stay. He’d barely let Gabi leave his arms over the past forty-eight hours and they now felt strangely empty without her.

He walked over to her and – totally uncaring that Curtis was right there – he kissed her, hard. She automatically moved in to his embrace and he held her close to him, so close that he felt her heart beating against his.

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