answered without pause. “If she were, I would have discreetly told you after I introduced her to you. I know neither you nor Luc would dally with a married woman.” He seemed insulted that Rourke had even asked.
“So she is in trouble.” The pastor’s non-answer was answer enough. “And you won’t tell me more?” Rourke didn’t mean to bark again, but worry and aggravation bubbled up in his throat.
The pastor held up his hands as if to calm Rourke down, but there would be no calming him until he found Jennifer. The damn woman didn’t even know she was his yet. She was possibly in danger. And she was fucking gone!
Rourke didn’t let Pastor Davis delay him any longer. He was out the door and scanning the street for any sign of Jennifer or a cab. There was nothing. He jogged toward the church. Jennifer hadn’t been carrying a purse or anything. That was odd for a woman. She must have left it behind at the church. But when he reached the church, all of the doors were locked, and the building was dark. She wasn’t there. She was gone, and Rourke was pissed off.
That sad look in her eyes after their mad bout of sex in the pantry hadn’t been because she feared he would walk away. No, it had been because she was going to be the one walking away. Well, Rourke wouldn’t stand for it. He was going to find her and convince her that he could be the right man for her. Yes, he was in Navy, and that was hard on a relationship; but damn it, she hadn’t even given him a fucking chance!
Rourke tossed his bag down the steps of the church in frustration and shouted, “Fuck!”
* * *
Jennifer stood in the shadows of the church vestibule and watched Rourke through one of the huge windows. He cursed at the sky, and the sound of his annoyance surprised her. She’d run all the way from the Davis’ to the church with her heart pounding and a lump in her throat. All the while, telling herself this was for the best and trying to convince herself that it was better to cut Rourke loose before he broke her heart.
She’d just made it inside the church and locked the door when she saw Rourke hustle around the corner of the office building across the street from the church at top speed carrying the massive duffle bag on his back. He scanned the street, the parking lot, and the building as he approached. Jennifer had backed up into the shadows in case he peeked in the windows.
Jennifer wasn’t sure if she should be happy or depressed that Rourke was interested enough that he follow her when she slipped away before he had a chance to stop her and ask questions she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t allow him to find her, either way. Jennifer wouldn’t risk his life. The time she’d spent in his arms had been the closest to magic she would ever know, maybe especially because of that magic she couldn’t allow him into her life.
Rourke had followed her, though, and that was something. He’d cared, if even just a little. He really liked her, Jennifer was sure of that. They had crazy chemistry. At this point in her life when Jennifer honestly believed no one short of the kindhearted pastor and his wife cared for her, it was an incredible feeling.
Rourke was probably only looking for a hook-up while he was in town. Jennifer would never know for sure. What Jennifer did know was that Rourke had given her a gift the likes he’d never know. Rourke had given her a few precious of moments of peaceful oblivion in his arms. He’d also given her more pleasure than she’d ever known. Her body still vibrated from the experience.
Jennifer watched Rourke stomp down the steps of the church, grab his duffle, and stalk the street to hail a cab. His jerked open the cab door and tossed in his bag before climbing inside. He looked frustrated and angry. She watched the cab pull away, and her heart broke a little. He was gone, and she’d never see him again. Not even if she wanted to.
She didn’t believe in love at first sight,
“So she is in trouble.” The pastor’s non-answer was answer enough. “And you won’t tell me more?” Rourke didn’t mean to bark again, but worry and aggravation bubbled up in his throat.
The pastor held up his hands as if to calm Rourke down, but there would be no calming him until he found Jennifer. The damn woman didn’t even know she was his yet. She was possibly in danger. And she was fucking gone!
Rourke didn’t let Pastor Davis delay him any longer. He was out the door and scanning the street for any sign of Jennifer or a cab. There was nothing. He jogged toward the church. Jennifer hadn’t been carrying a purse or anything. That was odd for a woman. She must have left it behind at the church. But when he reached the church, all of the doors were locked, and the building was dark. She wasn’t there. She was gone, and Rourke was pissed off.
That sad look in her eyes after their mad bout of sex in the pantry hadn’t been because she feared he would walk away. No, it had been because she was going to be the one walking away. Well, Rourke wouldn’t stand for it. He was going to find her and convince her that he could be the right man for her. Yes, he was in Navy, and that was hard on a relationship; but damn it, she hadn’t even given him a fucking chance!
Rourke tossed his bag down the steps of the church in frustration and shouted, “Fuck!”
* * *
Jennifer stood in the shadows of the church vestibule and watched Rourke through one of the huge windows. He cursed at the sky, and the sound of his annoyance surprised her. She’d run all the way from the Davis’ to the church with her heart pounding and a lump in her throat. All the while, telling herself this was for the best and trying to convince herself that it was better to cut Rourke loose before he broke her heart.
She’d just made it inside the church and locked the door when she saw Rourke hustle around the corner of the office building across the street from the church at top speed carrying the massive duffle bag on his back. He scanned the street, the parking lot, and the building as he approached. Jennifer had backed up into the shadows in case he peeked in the windows.
Jennifer wasn’t sure if she should be happy or depressed that Rourke was interested enough that he follow her when she slipped away before he had a chance to stop her and ask questions she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t allow him to find her, either way. Jennifer wouldn’t risk his life. The time she’d spent in his arms had been the closest to magic she would ever know, maybe especially because of that magic she couldn’t allow him into her life.
Rourke had followed her, though, and that was something. He’d cared, if even just a little. He really liked her, Jennifer was sure of that. They had crazy chemistry. At this point in her life when Jennifer honestly believed no one short of the kindhearted pastor and his wife cared for her, it was an incredible feeling.
Rourke was probably only looking for a hook-up while he was in town. Jennifer would never know for sure. What Jennifer did know was that Rourke had given her a gift the likes he’d never know. Rourke had given her a few precious of moments of peaceful oblivion in his arms. He’d also given her more pleasure than she’d ever known. Her body still vibrated from the experience.
Jennifer watched Rourke stomp down the steps of the church, grab his duffle, and stalk the street to hail a cab. His jerked open the cab door and tossed in his bag before climbing inside. He looked frustrated and angry. She watched the cab pull away, and her heart broke a little. He was gone, and she’d never see him again. Not even if she wanted to.
She didn’t believe in love at first sight,
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