Knowing the Score (London Legends) by Kat Latham

Author:Kat Latham [Latham, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2013-08-04T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Afghanistan? What the fuck!”

Spencer’s horror nearly knocked Caitlyn backward. She’d operated on autopilot since her phone beeped with a message from her manager at sunrise, waking her from the deepest, most satisfying sleep she could remember. But the raw emotion—the fear and shock—pouring off Spencer’s coiled body hit her hard.

She’d forgotten he wasn’t part of her world, where words like There’s been an earthquake. I’m going to Afghanistan would elicit a quick hug and a Good luck, be careful. She should’ve prepared him better, but how do you work up to dropping a bomb like that? Thanks for making my whole body explode with joy beyond my wildest fantasies. Oh, by the way...

“I’m really sorry.” Really sorry, especially after last night. If only she’d had the courage to go all the way with him. By asking to go slowly, she’d cost both of them the opportunity. Not only that, but she had only a few hours before her flight, and she needed to get to the office first to meet with her team and pick up her stuff. She didn’t have time to reassure Spencer, but she couldn’t leave him terrified on her behalf.

She crawled into the tent and leaned close enough to rub his nose with hers, stroking his scruffy cheek. “Hey,” she whispered in a tone she hoped was seductively soothing. “This is what I do, remember? I’ve been to equally scary places and come back in one piece.”

His jaw tightened under her fingers. It seemed like a monumental effort when he finally bit words out. “Scary as Afghanistan? No. Just...no.”

Before she could pull back, he chucked the coffee mug out the door, wrapped his arms around her and twisted so he pinned her to the ground. Caitlyn gasped, her heart leaping to her throat at finding herself suddenly and completely at his mercy.

No, not completely. He’d left her arms free, and she crossed them in an X over her chest, ready to cover her face. Spencer didn’t seem to notice the defensive move. He glared down at her with rage she hadn’t seen in anyone’s eyes since she’d moved out of her father’s house. The little tent that had seemed like a cozy, private haven last night became a tomb. Her stomach knotted, flexed, prepared for the blows.

They didn’t come. Spencer squeezed his eyes shut and wilted like a flower with a broken stalk. He kept his weight off her but gathered her close and buried his face in her shoulder. “Please don’t go. Sweetheart, please. Stay here with me.”

Arms trapped between them, Caitlyn could do nothing but let the adrenaline pound its way through her. He wouldn’t hit her. She’d known that, but for a few white-knuckled seconds there...

Drawing in a shaky breath, she tilted her face to rub against his cheek, reassuring herself as much as him. “I have to. And I have to go now. But I’ll be okay, Spencer. I promise.”

He held her for several silent moments, seeming to content himself with rubbing her curls between his fingertips and stroking the apples of her cheekbones.

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