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She tossed her jacket onto the back of a chair. “You don’t much like your family, do you?”
He snorted and didn’t bother hiding his sarcasm. “What’s not to like?” Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew the hotel key and flipped it through the air. “You’re now a guest of the Danvers family. I’m not really sure what, exactly, that entails, but I’m sure my brother will let you know.”
He started for the twin doors of the suite, but she laid a hand on the crook of his arm. “Look…is there a reason we have to be at each other’s throats?”
He turned and stared into eyes as blue as a summer’s day. Glancing at the throat in question, he felt his gut tighten and sultry memories clouded his mind. He’d too often been mesmerized by Kat’s treacherous and seductive eyes. Just as he could be with this woman. “You want to be what…well, I mean besides brother and sister, you want to be friends?” he asked, unable to hide the cynicism in his words.
“Why not?” she asked. Her smile was sincere and cracked open a dark corner of his heart, a corner he preferred to keep locked. “I don’t know a lot of people in town.”
He waited, his face a mask, not daring to move a muscle but singularly aware of the smooth hand upon his forearm. “Christ.”
“I thought maybe you’d let me buy you dinner.”
“Why?”
“Because it would be easier on both of us if we weren’t always looking to kill each other.”
“You think that’s possible?”
“Sure it is,” she said and her breath seemed to catch for a second. “Trust me.”
He knew he should just walk away. Yank the door open and slip through. Instead he stared at that vulnerable face and wondered how anyone who looked so guileless could be considered dangerous.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he said and saw the edge of her teeth dig into the soft flesh of her lower lip. Desire curled in his guts. It was suddenly hard to breathe and between his legs he felt the stirrings of an erection.
“What are you afraid of?”
He could barely speak. The room seemed suddenly hot. He had to get away. “It’s not a matter of fear.”
“Then what?”
He hoped to sound callous. “I don’t think I should be consorting with the enemy.”
Her laughter was low, like the seductive roll of an ocean tide. It thundered through his ears. “Didn’t your brother send you out to spy on me? Didn’t you camp out by my motel, then follow me to the library? Sorry if it wasn’t all that interesting, not the usual cloak-and-dagger stuff. Anyway, you’re in this as deep as I am, Zach, and you can protest as loud as you like, but deep down, you want to know as much as I do whether I’m your sister or not.”
“Half-sister,” he clarified.
“Right.” She removed her hand and tossed her thick, wild hair off her shoulders. “Half-sister. Give me a minute to change.”
He should tell her no and get out. Now. But he didn’t. Instead, his gaze skated down her worn sweatshirt and jeans. “You look fine.”
“I look like I just stepped off the farm in Belamy, Montana. I’ll only be a minute.”
She didn’t wait for him to answer and hurried through the door to the master bedroom. She wondered if he’d second-guess himself and leave, but, by the time she’d slipped into a white cowl-necked sweater and black jeans, slid a tube of lipstick over her lips and tugged a brush through her hair, he was where she’d left him, in the sitting room, one shoulder resting against the window casing, a drink in one hand as he stared out the window. His hip was thrown out and she noticed the way his jeans had faded across the buttocks and the movement of muscular thighs beneath the timeworn denim.
He caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, turned, and didn’t move. His lips thinned at the sight of her, as if he were suddenly angry and his gaze raked her down and up again.
“Ready?”
He tossed back his drink. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
All the way to the lower level he was broodingly silent and his eyes had darkened with accusations she didn’t begin to understand. The elevator car seemed close, the air thick with the scents of whiskey and leather, and though he’d made a point of standing as far from her as the small car allowed, she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
His boots rang on the concrete floor of the parking garage and Adria half ran to keep up with him, stepping around puddles of condensation that splattered the ground from the low-hanging pipes webbing across the ceiling.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked as he unlocked the passenger door of his Jeep.
“You’re the native,” she said as she climbed into the seat.
