Danger Zone: Tales of Military Passion by Marie Harte & Elle Kennedy & Eliza Gayle & Desiree Holt & Olivia Jaymes & Kennedy Layne & J. M. Madden & Angel Payne & Se Jakes

Author:Marie Harte & Elle Kennedy & Eliza Gayle & Desiree Holt & Olivia Jaymes & Kennedy Layne & J. M. Madden & Angel Payne & Se Jakes [Harte, Marie & Kennedy, Elle & Gayle, Eliza & Holt, Desiree & Jaymes, Olivia & Layne, Kennedy & Madden, J. M. & Payne, Angel & Jakes, Se]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adult, Anthologies, Erotic, Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9780990413721
Amazon: B00NC2FZJ4
Publisher: Fin Mint Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2014-10-13T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

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Three days later, Catori found herself in the state of Washington. Her original destination had been to drive to Wyoming and visit Aaron “Stick” Scott at his home, but he didn’t make it easy on her. Wasting this much time didn’t make her happy and she damn well hoped that this man was worth every minute she’d lost. She pulled alongside a couple of trucks before shutting off her engine and exiting her convertible.

The temperature wasn’t as warm here as it was in the Midwest, so she was thankful that she’d brought more than a couple of blazers on this trip. This red one was a little longer than the others and while it had a cloth type belt the edge of her jacket fit over her weapon a little easier. It wasn’t even sunrise yet, but from what she’d gathered, if she didn’t catch Stick this morning she wouldn’t have a chance to speak with him for the next six months.

The diner’s lights lit up the wharf as bells from the ships tinkered and their engines hummed. Catori walked toward the lively eatery, scouting for Aaron Scott through the windows. She caught sight of him at the counter, finishing up what he thought was going to be his last meal on land for the next twenty-four weeks. He didn’t realize it yet, but his luck was about to change.

“Excuse me,” a man mumbled after he’d opened the door and signaled his exit with the chime above their heads.

Catori used it to her advantage and smiled her appreciation for his politeness in holding the door open for her. She closed the distance to the counter and took the empty seat next to Stick. He didn’t look up from his coffee cup, which appeared to have only one more drink left. Sure enough, he swallowed the contents and then reached behind for his wallet.

“We can technically call this a business meeting,” Catori said, placing her hand on the written ticket laying by his plate and sliding it her way. Finally she’d garnered his attention. Unlike Doc’s darker blond hair, Stick’s was lighter and he still maintained his military cut. He’d let it grow out slightly on top, making her immediately think of the surfer model photographers used for ads at the beach. His blue eyes met hers and it was obvious he wasn’t anywhere near the free spirit of a surfer. “Mind if we take this conversation somewhere private?”

“I don’t think so,” Stick replied, resuming taking out his wallet and pulling out some cash. He threw three five-dollar bills onto the counter and then stood, returning his billfold back from where he got it. He did have the courtesy to nod his appreciation for her gesture before turning to go. “Have a nice day, ma’am.”

“I find it interesting that a man with your many talents would waste them out on an oil rig in the middle of the ocean. I’d think it would get boring after a while. Same smells, same view.