to get going. I’ll let the two of you work out the details.” She scampered off the boat, leaving them alone.
Seana didn’t want to be alone with Treat. The last time that had happened she’d given in and tasted him. It hadn’t been enough. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not? Do I worry you, Deputy Chief?” He inched closer and she planted her feet. No way would he intimidate her.
“This is a small town. I have enough problems without adding rumors to the mill by living on your boat.” Especially when Morehouse opened his mouth. She had no doubt he would. He was just biding his time, waiting to have the biggest impact.
“I didn’t think you were the type to let gossip rule your decisions.”
Oh, he was good. No, no he was bad. What had Britann said? Reel trouble. She saw it clearly now. She’d always thought of fishing as a relaxing sport. Those who fished with a rod and reel, maybe. But with Treat there was nothing relaxing about the bait he cast her way.
She wanted to move onto this boat, sleep in that big captain’s bed with the water cradling her as she slept. No Hollywood partying in a hotel packed with people. But she’d owe Treat. He’d be her landlord. And the last thing she needed with Morehouse breathing down her neck and the town’s people watching her every move, was to connect her name with Treat Devereux. Didn’t matter the reason.
Who was she kidding? It wasn’t just the town’s folk, or Morehouse. It was Treat. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to resist him. She had a weakness for his kind. And she didn’t need that in her life right now.
She looked around the boat with an ache in her heart. “I can’t take it. But thank you for letting me see her. She’s beautiful.”
“I sure didn’t take you for a coward.”
Her eyes flew to his. He was pulling out all the stops. “There’s nothing cowardly about this decision.”
“Sure there isn’t.” His words mirrored her thoughts.
“Thank you, Devereux, but no thanks.” She moved to walk past him. He stayed rooted in his spot for a moment as if he wanted to do or say something, then he finally stepped aside.
“Later, DC,” he murmured behind her in that sexy deep drawl of his. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and she resisted rubbing them.
“Goodbye, Devereux.” She climbed off the boat onto the dock, and with each step toward the car she called herself all kinds of stupid.
Chapter Ten
If I don’t get some sleep I’m going to kill someone.
Seana buried her head farther under the pillow. The sex on the other side of the wall had moved into the homestretch. They’d be finished soon and the headboard-banging would end. Then hopefully she’d be able to sleep. Grunting and squealing joined in with the wall-banging, and all it did was reinforce how long it had been since she’d done some headboard-banging of her own. The pounding increased, and the woman’s squeals rose into a hallelujah scream that had Seana biting her lower lip and cursing with envy. A few more bangs and a long groan and then blessed silence.
Thank you, God.
Seana sat up and fluffed the pillows, rearranging the covers, and settling in for some much needed sleep. The bedside clock blinked 3:30 am. Releasing a deep breath, she relaxed and let herself float. Then squeaking of the bedsprings next door began again, followed by giggling, and then the headboard gave a slow hard thump.
What the hell? They were done. Please God, let them be done.
A louder, faster banging started up again. Seana swore and jumped out of bed.
That was it.
She was through. Grabbing her coat, her clean uniform, and her toothbrush, she slammed the door to the hotel room as she stomped out wearing her pajamas. She’d get the rest of her stuff tomorrow, er later today, but she wasn’t sleeping there again. Who was she kidding, she hadn’t slept here since she’d arrived.
She left the hotel, fired up the SUV, and drove to the station. There were only a few
Seana didn’t want to be alone with Treat. The last time that had happened she’d given in and tasted him. It hadn’t been enough. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not? Do I worry you, Deputy Chief?” He inched closer and she planted her feet. No way would he intimidate her.
“This is a small town. I have enough problems without adding rumors to the mill by living on your boat.” Especially when Morehouse opened his mouth. She had no doubt he would. He was just biding his time, waiting to have the biggest impact.
“I didn’t think you were the type to let gossip rule your decisions.”
Oh, he was good. No, no he was bad. What had Britann said? Reel trouble. She saw it clearly now. She’d always thought of fishing as a relaxing sport. Those who fished with a rod and reel, maybe. But with Treat there was nothing relaxing about the bait he cast her way.
She wanted to move onto this boat, sleep in that big captain’s bed with the water cradling her as she slept. No Hollywood partying in a hotel packed with people. But she’d owe Treat. He’d be her landlord. And the last thing she needed with Morehouse breathing down her neck and the town’s people watching her every move, was to connect her name with Treat Devereux. Didn’t matter the reason.
Who was she kidding? It wasn’t just the town’s folk, or Morehouse. It was Treat. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to resist him. She had a weakness for his kind. And she didn’t need that in her life right now.
She looked around the boat with an ache in her heart. “I can’t take it. But thank you for letting me see her. She’s beautiful.”
“I sure didn’t take you for a coward.”
Her eyes flew to his. He was pulling out all the stops. “There’s nothing cowardly about this decision.”
“Sure there isn’t.” His words mirrored her thoughts.
“Thank you, Devereux, but no thanks.” She moved to walk past him. He stayed rooted in his spot for a moment as if he wanted to do or say something, then he finally stepped aside.
“Later, DC,” he murmured behind her in that sexy deep drawl of his. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and she resisted rubbing them.
“Goodbye, Devereux.” She climbed off the boat onto the dock, and with each step toward the car she called herself all kinds of stupid.
Chapter Ten
If I don’t get some sleep I’m going to kill someone.
Seana buried her head farther under the pillow. The sex on the other side of the wall had moved into the homestretch. They’d be finished soon and the headboard-banging would end. Then hopefully she’d be able to sleep. Grunting and squealing joined in with the wall-banging, and all it did was reinforce how long it had been since she’d done some headboard-banging of her own. The pounding increased, and the woman’s squeals rose into a hallelujah scream that had Seana biting her lower lip and cursing with envy. A few more bangs and a long groan and then blessed silence.
Thank you, God.
Seana sat up and fluffed the pillows, rearranging the covers, and settling in for some much needed sleep. The bedside clock blinked 3:30 am. Releasing a deep breath, she relaxed and let herself float. Then squeaking of the bedsprings next door began again, followed by giggling, and then the headboard gave a slow hard thump.
What the hell? They were done. Please God, let them be done.
A louder, faster banging started up again. Seana swore and jumped out of bed.
That was it.
She was through. Grabbing her coat, her clean uniform, and her toothbrush, she slammed the door to the hotel room as she stomped out wearing her pajamas. She’d get the rest of her stuff tomorrow, er later today, but she wasn’t sleeping there again. Who was she kidding, she hadn’t slept here since she’d arrived.
She left the hotel, fired up the SUV, and drove to the station. There were only a few
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