Nothing to Fear by Karen Rose

Author:Karen Rose
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 0759516987
Publisher: Warner Books
Published: 2010-06-13T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Chicago, Tuesday, August 3, 10:15 P.M

Ethan woke with a jolt when her back slammed into his chest, her feet skidding over the sheets as she tried to back away. She was dreaming, he realized. A nightmare.

He tightened his arm around her waist. “Dana.”

She went abruptly still, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat for the second time that evening. Her heart thudded like hell under his palm. He kissed her ear. “Sshh. It was just a dream. You want to talk about it?”

“No.” It was a wispy sound and he pushed up on his elbow to look down at her face. She was pale in the light coming in the window. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s all right, Dana.” He kissed her temple. “I’m starving. I never did call room service.”

Her smile was shaky. “I’m hungry, too.”

He leaned back and switched on the light, picked up the phone and called for room service. “They said it would be at least forty-five minutes. Can you think of anything we can do for forty-five minutes to keep ourselves occupied so we don’t fall back asleep?”

Color was returning to her face. “I might be able to think of a thing or two.”

“Hmm.” Was all he said. Then without warning he stripped the sheet, making her gasp.

“Ethan!”

“Roll over, Dupinsky.” He gave her a little shove. “Right now.”

She was looking up at him like he’d lost every marble he owned. “What?”

“I want to see the tattoo.”

“Oh, that.” Obligingly she rolled over and he laughed out loud.

“So passé, Dana. On your butt.” One on each cheek, to be exact.

She glared up at him. “What, you think I’m going to put them on my shoulder?”

He blinked, thinking of the video woman. “No, that would be a bad place for a tattoo.”

She dropped her forehead to the pillow. “Besides . . . I couldn’t look at the needle.”

He scooted down, getting close to her curvy rear end. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

She blew out a breath. “Charlie played in a band. Called themselves Born2Kill.”

He smacked a kiss next to the skull with the knife in its teeth. “The butterfly’s cute.”

“The butterfly is a symbol of life.” She rolled over and pulled at the sheet, rolling her eyes when he held it out of her grasp. “I’m cold.”

He flopped to his side, pulled her close until they were nose to nose. “Symbol of life?”

Her eyes shifted, sobered. “I got it the day I filed for divorce.”

“Then I like the butterfly best.” He kissed her, felt her relax in his arms.

“You only have forty minutes, Ethan,” she murmured against his lips. “Get busy.”

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