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by Denysé Bridger
A sexy P.I. between jobs decides to take what should be an easy assignment. Little does he know his life is about to get complicated in a multitude of ways when he becomes involved with the woman he was sent to find–and reawakens a past nightmare neither of them is prepared for…
Nick Red Cloud is between jobs when he’s offered a milk-run job for a nice chunk of cash. Since he’s at a loose end, he takes the job, a simple locate and report back assignment that takes him to a small town in Montana. He certainly never expects to meet a woman who will challenge him, ignite a passion he’s never experienced before – and then reject him when he unintentionally disrupts her entire life and brings her face to face with a nightmare past she’s fought years to forget. When the truth becomes clear, Nick becomes a man on a mission, and he won’t stop until he’s avenged his mistake and made it right with the rebellious woman who’s stolen his heart…
*Warning: This story contains a graphic flashback rape scene that some readers may find uncomfortable to read.
After she’d mopped up the water they’d dripped on the floors, Frankie headed back to the kitchen. Sipping coffee and listening to the shower run became the background to her chaotic thoughts while she considered what to do with her unexpected houseguest. She could hardly tell him to sleep in the barn, not on a night like this. If, indeed, he even needed a place to stay. She hadn’t remembered to ask that, had she? But the thought of Nick Red Cloud in the guest room across the hall from her was vaguely terrifying.
She shifted in her chair, annoyed by the incessant throbbing between her thighs. She’d never met a man who made her feel this way. She’d been afraid for too long to consider the possibility that it could ever happen. Then, sitting behind Nick as his motorcycle roared along the road, it had taken all her concentration not to wrap her legs around him and beg him to put an end to her sudden yearnings.
Memory began to rise inside her, dark and painful recollections that hadn’t haunted her for a very long time. She normally pushed them away, but now she clung to them as reminders of what would happen if she trusted the handsome stranger who’d saved her a long walk home. The part of her brain that relied on pure instinct assured her Nick Red Cloud was nothing like that other man, but she deliberately ignored it. She didn’t want to trust Nick. If she were honest, she didn’t want to even like him. Wanting him was so alien to her that she hadn’t yet figured out how to approach that part of the enigma he presented.
Sighing, she rose and walked back to her bedroom to put on some clothes. When she passed the bathroom, she stopped, drawn in spite of herself. The water was off, and for an instant, she could envision Nick’s tall, muscular body completely naked, sparkling droplets of water clinging to his smooth bronze skin. Her knees wobbled, and she bit back the whispery moan that had risen in her throat. Gulping down the sudden heat that flushed her skin, Frankie ran the last few steps to her room and slammed the door behind her.
Leaning against the solid wooden panel, Francesca forced the cadence of her breathing back to normal, and the furious timpani of her heartbeat began to slow to a calm, steady rhythm. Pushing away from the door, Frankie went into her cozy bedroom, oblivious to the subdued serenity she’d always felt in this part of her home. She unbelted the robe and tossed it on the bed, then turned to the wardrobe. She caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror in the corner, and her attention was snared at once.
Francesca stood in front of the long glass, surveying herself with critical eyes. She was fair-skinned naturally, and no amount of time in the sun really deepened her color. She was too heavy to be fashionable, her hips curving but wider than she liked. Her breasts were full and firm, and the merest thought of Nick Red Cloud’s elegant, long fingers brushing over them made her nipples peak to painful hardness.
“Stop it!” The words were snarled at her reflection, and she spun away, her emotions erratic and vacillating between tears and frustrated rage. Frankie threw the towel that had held her hair onto the bed and reached for a brush, dragging it through her waist length mane of auburn waves. It would be hours before it was dry, but it was already setting into the tight coils it fell into when damp. She put the brush on her dresser and went to the closet.
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