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He glanced at her, relaxing now, a sense of sudden balance invading that That lastnow He had Sierra back Come what may, for the moment, she was his
Her lips thinned "It’s nice to see you again, too, John"
She stared straight ahead, like the perfect little e of nerves in her voice She better be nervous, because he was damned upset that she had run as she had If she had stayed, if she had faced him, she would have been here with him rather than in an apart for her
She likely wouldn’t adht end up being fun Hell, yes, he was going toto be fun She had a whole lot of time to make up to him, he decided A whole lot of pleasure to fit into a very short amount of time if he knew his father And if there was one person he kneell, it was John Sr
Maneuvering the Denali to the now e to the far to have lots of fun," he promised her "I intend to nation pulled at her expression before it cleared once again
She was quiet again Too damned quiet This wasn’t the Sierra he knew She wasn’t quiet She was either laughing or she was raging There was rarely an in-between Happy or angry, that was his Sierra But this Sierra was a stranger A wo to pretend to be the little troubleh Give him just another hour or so, and he was confident that the Sierra he kneould once again appear He was going to , then he kne to piss his Sierra off
John’s father had told her that John was now living on a houseboat, but Sierra hadn’t exactly knohat to expect when they pulled into the sed in sizes, colors, and naer, almost home-sized crafts at the end of the docks
"I can walk," she inforer side and reached in for her "There’s nothing wrong withfor more than short distances could leave her breathless with the pain that shot through her bruised ribs
"Nothing but the bruises that went bone deep, you runted as he lifted her in his arue withone and you’re not used to the shifting of the floating docks yet"
He picked her up out of the seat, turned, bumped his shoulder into the door to close it, then hit the rerace and effortless ease that Sierra nearly sighed in envy No man should be able to e with hietting better," she h she knew they were still extreme
"I’m sure they are" The co inside her
There were times over the years that she had sworn she knew John better than she should, and she kneas angry right now She could see it in the hard set of his jahen she glanced up at his face, the glitter in his violet-blue eyes
Those eyes should give him a feminine appearance, but they did ed so hter Histo wonder if he was even the same man she had known in Boston
"Here we are" He stepped confidently fro ay to the deck of a two-story houseboat whose side was emblazoned with the words NAUTI WET DREAMS The play on words would have had her eyes rolling if she weren’t so da open easily and John stepped inside to the die sectional couch, he set her down easily before staring down at her for long her than she reetting you some breakfast"
"I don’t need breakfast" She needed to sleep Between preparing to leave, the stress, and the early ht, she was exhausted
"You’ll eat it anyway," he inforht back"
He would be right back, which meant she had very little time to shore up her defenses, and to hopefully find a way to keep her heart froain
THREE
John didn’t walk back to the Denali, he sto docks as helot
Her throat was still bruised He could see the ainst her pale flesh
His fists clenched at his side as he fought to breathe through the agonizing fury It tore at his insides with a force that made him want to howl Son of a bitch He’d kill the bastard responsible if he ever had the chance
She was tiny, so fucking petite He could span her waist with his hands and likely have rooray eyes stared back at the world with an innocence thatthe crowd she used to run hen she was younger and the ruht with herswath of blue-black ringlets that fell froile So fragile he couldn’t believe the bastard that bruised her hadn’t ed to break her
Sierra wasn’t a woentleness A hard wind bruised her tender white skin, everyone who knew her, knew that She often joked that she couldn’t walk through a roo her skin