When Bruce Met Cyn by Lori Foster

Author:Lori Foster [Foster, Lori]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Adult
ISBN: 9780821775134
Google: rBvEcYBaHtUC
Amazon: B003XT5SNO
Barnesnoble: B003XT5SNO
Goodreads: 427289
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2003-12-31T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

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Scott cleared his throat loudly, and they jumped apart. Cyn felt her face flush, more because of how she knew Bruce would feel than any discomfort on her part.

When Bruce kissed, he did so like a starving man, which suited her just fine. Her lips were still tingling, her heart racing, when Bruce cleared his throat.

“Any news?”

After a long look of dawning understanding, Scott closed the door, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall. “Am I interrupting?”

Bruce scowled and stepped in front of Cyn. She had to tiptoe to see over his shoulder. “Don’t be obnoxious, Scott.”

“Wouldn’t think of it.” Scott grinned, noticed Cyn peering at him, and lost his amusement. “You both might want to sit down.”

“Look,” Bruce said, “I’ve known her a few weeks now. It’s not like—”

Scott shook his head, disregarding that. “Your business is your own.”

“Of course it is.” Bruce tried to look stern, but Cyn was willing to bet he didn’t get caught making out very often.

Then the look on Scott’s face registered.

Cyn stiffened. “What is it?”

His gaze lifted and he shook his head. “Miss Potter, I’m sorry. I have some bad news.”

Cyn’s mouth went dry. “The trucker. . . ?”

“Forget that. He found his wallet and dropped the complaint.”

She didn’t feel an ounce of relief, not with Scott’s expression so concerned.

“Then. . .” Bruce frowned. “That’s good news, right?”

Visibly troubled, Scott pulled out a seat His eyes, when he looked at Cyn, were gentle and kind. “There’s a new. . . problem.”

Together, Cyn and Bruce took seats opposite Scott. Sensing the worst, Cyn asked, “What sort of problem?”

“I’m sorry, but there’s no easy way to put this.” He braced himself. “Your mother is gone.”

Confused, Cyn laughed. “Gone where?”

Bruce’s hand touched her shoulder. “Cyn, sweetheart, he’s trying to tell you that she’s gone.”

Cyn looked from one man to the other. “Dead?”

Scott rubbed his face. “I’m sorry.”

Aware of a deep silence, of Bruce pulling her closer and Scott standing in front of her, Cyn asked, “But. . . how?”

Scott appeared more troubled by the moment. “She was murdered.”

Murdered.

Unmoving, Cyn stared at the deputy. As his words sank in, her vision began to narrow, growing darker and tighter. In the back of her mind, somewhere far away, she could hear both men asking her if she was okay, but it wouldn’t quite register.

He’d said her mother was gone. Forever.

“Cyn.” Bruce pulled her from her chair and shook her until she gasped. Then he held her so close that his heartbeat drummed with hers and his warmth seeped past her clothes, into the coldest part of her soul.

Certain that she’d misunderstood, Cyn shook her head. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Scott was miserable. “I’m sorry for springing it on you like that.”

“How did you discover this?” Bruce wanted to know.

“I ran her name.” Scott paced in restless acceptance of his job. “She was listed as a runaway through NCIC.”

Cyn flattened one palm on Bruce’s chest and eased herself away. If she didn’t want him responsible for her problems, then she’d better start speaking for herself right now.

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