Bitter Haven: Military Veteran Romantic Suspense in a Small Montana Town (Bitterroot Montana Veterans Book 1) by Anne M. Scott

Author:Anne M. Scott [Scott, Anne M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, clean romantic suspense, closed door romance, military romantic suspense, military romance, wholesome romance, blue collar romance, Montana romance, small town romance, sweet romantic suspense, age gap romance
Publisher: Lightwave Publishing LLC
Published: 2022-12-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Old Friends, New Friends

Ryan watched Erin stamp out of her bedroom, her backside snapping back and forth. Sierra Hotel. So sexy. And the timing on that last text from Wiz couldn't be worse. He thought, for a second, that she might call his non-existent bluff. He'd tried to make his interest clear without being crude, but Erin left as soon as he looked away. And now he buzzed with desire. He sighed. Another long, sleepless night.

Ryan put his hand under his head, then pulled it away. It never felt right with just one. That must be why Erin left; she saw his residual arm when he grabbed his phone. He looked at his slightly scarred stump. It didn't look bad, really, but it didn't look good either. It definitely didn't look normal. No one could really want him, not in his damaged state. It was good that she'd left. If Erin had joined him in the bed, he'd have rolled on top of her and kissed the breath out of her. But he would have forgotten and touched her with his residual arm, and she might have freaked out. Then everything would go wrong. He'd have to find a new job, and a different place to live, and she'd still be in danger, and he wouldn't be able to protect her. Not that Erin wasn't capable of protecting herself, especially once Wiz got done with her magic, but he'd feel a lot better if he was around to help. Ryan wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened while he wasn't around.

No, it's better this way. Harder to sleep, but then he was on guard duty, so that wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. Of course, if she'd stayed, they wouldn't be sleeping either, but they would be a lot more distracted. Ryan grinned. He'd do everything he could to keep her completely distracted. Accomplishing that mission would be fun. But the last time he'd made a woman call out his name, he'd still had two hands. Shoot.

At least he still had one. Which was more than some guys had, so he should be content, if not happy. Ryan punched the pillow she'd left and flopped down. The pillow smelled like her—soap, coffee, a hint of citrus from the hand cleaner, and something too faint to put a label on, but it said "Erin" to him. He might not sleep, but he should try. Tomorrow was likely to be a really long day—Wiz would want to get everything done so she could scurry back to her fortress of solitude. Anger and sadness overwhelmed his previous mood—nothing like a real-life horror story to kill arousal. Poor Wiz.

The next morning, Ryan watched Erin out of the corner of his eye. She was touchy, and dark circles underlined her eyes. Maybe she hadn't slept well. He could hope it was caused by frustration like his lack of sleep, but that was unlikely. She was probably worried about Wiz.

He was worried about Wiz, too.

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