Hot Velocity(10)

By: Elle James

“Really. I can do this on my own.”

He touched her arm. “Look, you’re giving chivalry a bad name. After what happened today, I would feel better knowing you made it home safely.”

Her baby blue eyes sparkled, and her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. She pushed her long blond hair back over her shoulders. “Okay, then.” She led the way to the door.

T-Rex’s gut twisted and his groin tightened as she sailed past him, her slim hips swaying ever so slightly in her tan slacks.

He liked what he saw. Normally he would go after her and ask her out on a date. But his usual MO was to date and ditch. Based on what he’d witnessed of how her ex-husband had treated her, he couldn’t do that to Sierra. She needed a man who treated her like a princess, with all the love and caring she deserved. This woman was strictly off-limits.

She led him out of the building, closed the door and locked it behind them.

“So, you’re here with the others who’ve been loaned to the Department of Homeland Security?” she asked as they walked side by side to their vehicles.

“I am.” He paused beside her older-model sedan and waited for her to pop the locks. When she had, he opened the door for her.

She glanced up at him. “Thank you for all you did today.”

“You’re welcome.” She stood so close he could smell the subtle scent of her perfume. If he leaned forward just a little, he could capture her mouth with his. His pulse quickened and his gaze slipped from her shining blue eyes to those soft, full kissable lips.

“I... I’d better go. It’s getting dark.” She slipped into the car, closed the door and started the engine.

T-Rex stepped back, telling himself he was a fool to even think about kissing the woman. She was on the rebound from a bad marriage. He’d be doing her a favor to stay out of her life.

Sierra lowered the window. “If ever I can do anything for you, don’t hesitate to ask. I owe you big-time.”

He nodded, tempted to collect on her debt by requesting a kiss. Instead, he shook his head. “No repayment required. Just being a good citizen. I’ll follow you to make sure you get home okay.”

“This is a small town. It’s not necessary.” She smiled and backed out of the parking lot.

T-Rex waited until she disappeared down the winding drive heading away from the community center. Then he climbed into his truck and drove to his temporary quarters at a bed-and-breakfast off Main Street.

As he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed that one of the other vehicles parked at the very end looked familiar. He parked and got out. Could it be? He entered the big, rambling colonial home the owner had converted into a six-room bed-and-breakfast. Standing in the large living area was Sierra, talking to the owner, Mrs. McCall, two suitcases on the floor beside her.

She looked up as he entered, and her brow furrowed. “You didn’t have to follow me.”

“Mr. Trainor, I’m glad I caught you. I hope you don’t mind, but I had the handyman here today. He worked on the balcony door to keep it from sticking.”

“Thank you, Mrs. McCall,” he said, his gaze on Sierra, not the owner of the bed-and-breakfast.

“Oh, have you met Miss Daniels?” Mrs. McCall asked.

T-Rex nodded. “I have had the pleasure.”

“She’ll be staying with us while her apartment is being renovated.”

He nodded. “That’s nice. You’ll love Mrs. McCall. She makes the best scones this side of the pond.”

Mrs. McCall blushed. “Oh, you’re too kind. Thank you.”

“No need to tell me about her scones.” Sierra smiled and patted Mrs. McCall’s arm. “I’ve been eating Mrs. McCall’s scones since I was a little girl visiting her with my mother. And you’re right. They’re wonderful.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” Mrs. McCall smiled and pushed back her shoulders. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my program is coming on television and I don’t want to miss it.” She winked. “An old woman needs something to look forward to.” She scurried away, entering a door marked Private.

“Let me help you.” T-Rex grabbed the handles of the suitcases.

“I can do that,” Sierra said, reaching for the cases.

“I know you can. But we’ve already had this discussion about chivalry. It isn’t dead. At least not where I’m concerned. My mother taught me better.” He headed for the stairs. “What room?”

She gave him the number, and his brows rose. It was the room next to his. He wanted to groan, but he didn’t say anything. She’d find out soon enough.

For a man who didn’t want to start something with the pretty day care employee, the odds were stacking against him.

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