He took a moment to note that her face was free of makeup, and he doubted it needed any to enhance it. Emerald-green eyes peered out from beneath lashes thicker than any manufacturer could produce. Her cheeks held a faint rosy tinge and a smattering of freckles. And that mouth - Yup. Good thing he was on a no-sex diet. He had one goal to accomplish here, and he couldn't afford to be distracted."I'm the tenant. I rented this place for the next month.""No. Wrong answer." She shook her head vehemently. "You must be in the wrong place. I rented this place for the next month."A little bubble of anger tried to work its way up through his system. He did not need this. He wanted to get settled in, go for a run, take a swim, and contemplate his future."I'm sorry. You must have gotten the address wrong." He stepped forward, figuring if he crowded her space, she'd retreat. She was nearly a foot shorter than he was."Address wrong?" she repeated. Then she held up the ring with two keys
Eileen looked from one to the other. "You have no idea how terrible I feel about this, but we have to come to some type of agreement here."Dix sighed. He just wanted to unpack and go sit on the dock. He had the kernel of an absurd idea taking root in his brain, one he was sure he'd go to hell for, but he wasn't about to start looking at other places. He was done for the day."Let's take a look inside," he suggested."What good will that do?" the redhead asked."I want to see it," he repeated stubbornly. "Maybe I want to see what I might be giving up." As if."Fine." She turned around, unlocked the door, and opened it. "Come on in, then."Dix felt at home the minute he walked inside. A peace he hadn't felt in weeks stole quietly over him. This was exactly what he was looking for. There was absolutely no way he was giving this up. He walked through slowly, taking in every bit of it. Comfortable furniture, a lot of wood, lots of windows. The porch had been remodeled to serve as bot
They actually spoke very little on the trip for groceries. Peyton got the distinct feeling Dix Amendola wasn't up for conversation, and that was fine with her. She had a lot of her own thinking to do.How on earth had she ended up sharing her vacation spot with a total stranger? A hunk, at that, if she were ever in the market again. He was well over six feet, his muscular body well outlined in the jeans and T-shirt he wore. The hair that fell just to the neck of his T-shirt was a dirty blond, but the eyelashes fringing stormy grey eyes were much darker. His square jaw and high-cheekboned face wore about two days' worth of tempting scruff.If she hadn't been so irritated with him and the entire situation, she might even admit she considered him yummy. Sexy. Something certainly was sending hot signals to her pussy and her breasts and every pulse point in her body. But there was that whole latent hostility thing he exhibited. Plus, she had sworn off men of any kind, at least until her p
"Actually," she told him, "I was worried about you. I heard you leave the cottage, and then I heard you dive into the water.""You did? I must be losing my skills.""Everyone makes a sound when their body hits the water," she reminded him."Not everyone," he disagreed. "So, how come you're still here?""I was waiting to make sure you got back here safely and hadn't drowned or killed yourself in some other way."He chuckled, a deep bass sound.Peyton drew her brows together. "You think that's funny?"He was still submerged to the middle of his chest, so she didn't even have an idea how deep the water was."No." He shook his head, drops of water flying from his hair. "As a matter of fact, I think it's very nice. But you really didn't have to worry. I've been in more dangerous waters than this. A lot more dangerous."He had? What on earth did he do for a living, anyway?"Are you a merman or something?" she teased."Or something." He grinned, his teeth white in the moonlight. "I
Dix tried to be as quiet in the bathroom as he could but, damn it, how silent could you be in a shower? He was quick about it, just soaping up and washing off the residue of lake water. He shut the water off as quickly as he could and toweled himself dry. When he looked in the mirror, he grimaced at the scruffy look of his face. He needed a shave but, one, he didn't feel like doing it now and, two, he might not do it at all. A lot of the SEALs grew beards and/or moustaches. So maybe he wouldn't shave while he was here.He wondered for a moment if Miss Gumdrop Nipples liked beards, but when that idea made his finally relaxed cock attempt to stand up again, he ditched the thoughts and slapped an ice-cold washcloth on his groin. Anyway, he was a gentleman, and Peyton Gerard didn't seem to be the kind of woman men made suggestive remarks about. In fact, there seemed to be a hesitant shyness about her in that area he definitely wasn't used to. Good thing sex wasn't going to be a part of th
Feeling the need for another shot of caffeine, she popped a single serve cup into the shiny modern brewer the owners had thoughtfully placed in the kitchen and pressed Brew."What kind of funny thing?" Grace asked. "You haven't been there twenty-four hours. Are you in trouble already?""Yes. No." She raked her fingers through her hair. "I don't know.""Well, spill it, sister. Give me all the deets."Choosing her words carefully, she explained about the mix-up on the lease and her unexpected roommate."Wait just a minute," Grace interrupted. "Are you telling me that, after all the shit that happened to you, you're sharing a cottage with a sex god?""Did I say sex god?" Peyton demanded. "Did I even intimate he was, um, anyone like that?""You didn't have to." Grace snorted. "You said he's a Navy SEAL. I've seen the movies and read the articles. They're all sex gods.""I hadn't noticed.""Liar, liar, pants on fire." Grace laughed. "Sorry, Peyton, but this could only happen to you
Dix pounded along the country road, legs moving in a familiar rhythm as he ate up the miles. Sweat covered his body, but, as he stretched out the muscles, he embraced the heat and the effort. Despite the sessions of rehab he'd been through, the first mile or so had made the muscles in his injured thigh scream like crazy. But, as he settled into the pace, into the rhythm, the familiar, remembered burn replaced the original agony.Unfortunately, as muscle memory took over, it left his brain free to dwell on other things, like the really screwed-up mission. He still didn't know what had happened. It had been planned so carefully, down to the very last detail. Once again, the situation played out in his head, like a bad movie he couldn't get rid of.The guys at the head of JSOC - Joint Special Operations Command - had received information two al-Qaeda leaders were meeting with the head of a cocaine cartel to renegotiate their arrangement. The drug dealers insisted the meet be in person.
Peyton leaned back in the lawn chair Dix had dragged from the storage shed, along with the other outdoor furniture, and let the sun bathe her with a warm caress. She had gone for a swim while he was out for his run and been caught unawares, standing on the dock in her swimsuit when he returned. Her first and most immediate thought was to yank her long T-shirt over her head and cover up her body. Despite the weight she'd lost, she was still self-conscious about her appearance. Surely Dix Amendola had seen the most gorgeous women in the world in less than she was wearing. She was certain to fall short in the image department.Then, as quickly and automatically as the thought came, another one replaced it. Why should she even care? This wasn't a date or a weekend getaway with a hot guy - even if the guy she was with was hotter than hell. It wasn't anything except two people who accidentally ended up sharing a cottage. There was no reason for Dix to think anything about her one way or ano