The Rescue Of Jenna West by Cowan Debra

Author:Cowan, Debra [Cowan, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-09-24T22:20:46+00:00

Chapter 8

Relief washed through her. At last, she’d explained fully to Linc about her problem. He didn’t believe her, she admitted wryly, tamping down her frustration. But she’d told him.

He’d said he wouldn’t push her, wouldn’t try to convince her that she wasn’t frigid. And she knew he meant it Still, she had seen the denial, the determination to prove her wrong glinting in his eyes. If he tried, it would only lead to heartache for both of them.

For the past three days, he’d been polite and reserved, not mentioning the issue again. Just after noon, a knock sounded on the door, interrupting her thoughts.

It could only be Linc and Jenna swallowed hard, hoping he didn’t want to talk about her or what had happened between them. She opened the door. “Hi.”

“Hi.” A light blue oxford molded his broad shoulders. He’d rolled the cuffs back, revealing his strong wrists and forearms lightly dusted with hair. Well-fitted khaki pants, creased with knife-edge precision, emphasized his lean, muscular legs. His gray eyes searched hers as he held out a stack of envelopes. “I swung by your office this morning and picked up the mail. These looked legit.”

“Thanks.” She took them, careful not to touch him, avoiding the spark that always seemed to flare between them.

“You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t know you’d gone anywhere.” She didn’t like the sense of disquiet that inched through her upon learning Linc had been absent.

He shrugged. “I figured you were still asleep. It didn’t take long.”

Jenna nodded, glancing quickly through the stack, recognizing several bills, a notice from her dentist, and a large manila envelope from Oklahoma State University. Curious about what her alma mater might be sending, she lay the other envelopes on the dresser and opened it.

A piece of filmy peach fabric floated out and she frowned.

“What’s that?” Linc gave a bemused chuckle.

Peering into the envelope, Jenna saw a small bundle of the peach-colored fabric. She dumped the contents onto the dresser. Fluffy, sheer material and a photo.

Now she recognized the fabric. Dread iced her veins and she made a helpless sound in the back of her throat.

“Jenna?”

With an unsteady hand, she reached out and flipped over the photo. Her gaze riveted on a full-color shot of her and Linc standing at Wilbur’s grave. Something was written across the picture.

Nausea roiled through her. Horrified, yet unable to look away, she raised the photo.

Linc touched her arm, sending a jolt through her. “Jenna, what is it? What’s wrong?”

His voice sounded tinny, distant. “That’s one of my negligees.”

“What!” He reached around her, fingering the filmy material.

Jenna focused on the photo, realization slamming into her. Scrawled across her and Linc’s bodies were the words No Defense.

She trembled, so violently that she bit her tongue.

Linc’s fist closed around the peach-colored scraps of fabric and alarm sharpened his voice. “Your negligee? What else is there? What do you have?”

She dragged her gaze from the photo, tears stinging her eyes as she looked at Linc. With a shaking hand, she held out the picture.

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