Suzanne Brockmann by Everyday Average Jones

Author:Everyday, Average Jones [Everyday, Average Jones]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Man-Woman Relationships, Health & Fitness, Contemporary, Rescues, General, Romance, Massachusetts, Pregnancy & Childbirth, Adult, Heroes, Fiction, Terrorism, Pregnant Women
ISBN: 9780373047000
Publisher: Mira
Published: 1998-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

9

The baby was working hard on his tap-dancing routine.

Melody looked at the clock for the four millionth time that night. It read 1:24.

Her back was aching, her breasts were tender, she had to pee again, and every now and then the baby would twist a certain way and trigger sciatic nerve pain that would shoot a lightning bolt all the way down her right leg from her buttocks to her calf.

Melody swung her legs out of bed. The only way she was going to get some sleep was if she got up and walked around. With any luck, the rocking movement would lull the baby to sleep.

She shrugged her arms into her robe and slipped her feet into her slippers and, after a brief stop in the bathroom, headed downstairs. She actually had a craving for a corned beef sandwich and she knew there was half a pound of sliced corned beef in the fridge. If she was really lucky, she’d manage to make herself a sandwich and eat half of it before the craving disappeared.

But the light was already on in the kitchen, and she stopped in the doorway, squinting against the brightness. “Brittany?”

“No, it’s me.” Jones. He was sitting at the kitchen table, shirtless, of course. “I’m sorry, I was trying to be quiet—did I wake you?”

“No, I was just…I couldn’t sleep and…” Melody tried to close her robe to hide the revealingly thin cotton of her nightgown, but it was useless. The robe barely even met in the front.

Her urge to flee was tempered by the fact that she no longer was merely hungry—she was starving. Her craving for that sandwich had grown out of control. She eyed the refrigerator and gauged the distance between it and Jones.

It was too close for comfort. Heck, anything that put her within a mile of this man was too close for comfort. She turned to go back upstairs, aware of the irony of the situation. The baby had been quieted simply by her walk down the stairs, but now she wouldn’t be able to sleep because she was restless.

But Jones stood up. “I can clear out if you want. I was just waiting for my laundry to dry.”

She realized that he was wearing only a towel. It was fastened loosely around his lean hips, and as she watched nearly hypnotized, it began to slip free.

“Andy did the psychedelic yawn on my last clean pair of jeans,” Jones continued, catching the towel at the last split second and attaching it again around his waist.

Melody had to laugh, both relieved and oddly, stupidly disappointed that he wasn’t now standing naked in front of her. “I’ve never heard it called that before. As far as euphemisms go, it sounds almost pleasant.”

He smiled as if he could read her mind. “Believe me, it wasn’t even close to pleasant. In fact, it was about four hundred yards beneath unpleasant, way down in the category of awful. But it was necessary.”

She was lingering in the doorway. She knew she was, but she couldn’t seem to walk away.

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