An Unforgettable Lady (An Unforgettable Lady #1)(80)

Smith cursed and almost ran after the guy but he didn't want to leave Grace. Even as he trained his eyes on the license plate, he knew it was too late. The pictures had been taken and there wasn't much he could do about it.



As he looked at Grace, he saw exhaustion settle into her eyes.

"It's going to be everywhere tomorrow," she said, wearily.



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It was past eleven o'clock when Grace decided to take a warm shower in hopes of making herself sleepy. She was on her way to the bathroom when the phone rang and she let it go into voice mail. There was no one she wanted to talk to at this hour.

If it was Lieutenant Marks with another gruesome announcement, he'd call John. And if it was her mother, she definitely didn't want to pick the thing up. She'd left a message at Willings with a warning about the pictures, but she didn't want to fight about the situation. Not tonight.

As she took off her robe, she had a deadweight in her stomach even though she hadn't eaten dinner. Smith had cooked up something that smelled appetizing, but she'd turned him down when he'd asked her to sit with him. If she was trying to shut him out, however, she didn't have much luck. He had a stranglehold on her mind.

He'd told her he was sorry and she believed he had regrets. They'd been pretty obvious both in his eyes and in his apology. She told herself she couldn't be surprised. And, at least he had the decency to care that she was hurt. She had a feeling he hadn't spared the effort with a lot of the other women he'd had.

She groaned, remembering again how it had felt to have him on top of her, kissing her, touching her.

God help her, she wanted to be with him again. And yes, even if it meant getting hurt in the morning.

It was hard not to be disappointed with her libido and she wondered why she couldn't be attracted to someone more reasonable. After all, Eugene Fessnick, CPA, was single. She could probably even get her taxes done for free if they were dating.

But no, she had to pick someone who was never going to settle down. Someone who was hot and passionate and managed to create chaos and havoc in her life. The El Nino, of men.

Clearly, her sense of self-preservation needed a serious overhaul.

She was toweling off when a dark shape appeared in the doorway. Quickly covering herself, she looked at John's silhouette in surprise. In the quiet stillness, he was overpowering and she sensed the tension in his body.

Had it been Lieutenant Marks after all?

She licked her lips nervously. "Is there something wrong?"

His voice was deep and husky. "I wanted to make sure you were okay before I went to bed."

"I'm fine." When he didn't leave, she pulled the towel up a little higher and tucked the loose end in. She couldn't see his face clearly but sensed there was something upsetting him.

She frowned. "Are you okay?"

He pushed a hand through his hair. "No, I’m goddamn not."

"What's the problem?"

"I want to make love. With you. Now."

Grace sucked in her breath as words exploded out of him.

"I know I really screwed up this morning. I’m inexperienced at this whole—" He moved his hand back and forth as if he were searching for the right word. "Man-woman thing. It's a goddamn nightmare. I’m pissed off at myself and have spent all night dreaming up apologies that are like something out of a goddamn soap opera. I’m wondering where in the hell my logic's gone, I can't get rid of this ache in my chest, and if there was a way to go back to this morning and do it over again I would. Every time I close my eyes, I see you naked in my arms, looking up at me with trust in your eyes and I want to put my hand through a wall."

He started pacing. "It's driving me crazy. I’m driving me crazy. Christ, there's got to be an easier way than this. How the hell do people put up with this confusion when they finally meet someone who matters? It's like being thrown into a cave without a goddamn light. I’ve never felt so f*ck-frigging disorientated in my life and, let me tell you, I’ve been in some pretty hairy messes before."

Speechless, Grace watched him as he continued to talk. She'd never heard him say more than a couple of sentences at any one time and he'd certainly never been so candid about his feelings.

"This is awful. I feel bad. You feel bad. All I want to do is hold you in my arms. I don't know what's happening to me. I only know that I want you and I wish I hadn't hurt you. And..."

He took a deep breath as he rambled to a halt.

Grace shook her head and smiled ruefully. "That's quite a mouthful."

"Well, I thought about it over dinner."

"Obviously."

It was hard not to forgive him when he seemed so sincerely at odds with himself and she could feel her body warming. But she reminded herself that even though he'd apologized for what had happened, it wasn't as if he was promising to stay in her life after the job was over.

They had tonight, though, she thought. And tomorrow morning. After he left, she was only going to have her memories.

"Come here," she said, holding out her arms.

His eyes widened, as if she'd done the unexpected, and his body threw off waves of intensity as he stepped forward. She put her hand on his chest. The warmth of him came through his shirt and she could feel his heart beating under her palm.