Jill Shalvis - The Harder They Fall

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The good doctor Hunter Adams' steady life is suddenly wracked by a whirlwind. Trisha Malloy, vixen lingerie saleswoman and magnet for disaster, has entered Hunter's life and begun to destroy everything. His notorious cool and calm demeanor, steady life and sound head are all thrown into chaos when Trisha enters the picture. But from the second they meet a spark grows between them that finally ignites into uncontrolled desire.

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“The good news is,” she continued brightly, “I now have a new peephole – right into your kitchen.”

He groaned. “You’re kidding.”

“You don’t happen to cook in the nude, do you?”

Three

“Well, do you?” Trisha wanted to know, her eyes brimming with curiosity. “Cook in the nude?”

The damn woman actually looked hopeful! “No, of course not,” Hunter said curtly, picturing the new disaster she’d left for him to deal with. Did chaos follow her everywhere? Of course it did, she was Trisha Malloy, wasn’t she?

“Didn’t think you did.”

Her obvious disappointment had him shaking his head. She was incredible. And he was actually considering… No. It would be temporary only. Forget her huge, sad eyes. He’d find a way to break her lease. He’d buy her out if he had to.

“Well, I’ve got to be off to the shop,” Trisha announced.

The mention of her shop brought up mental images of silk and satin, leather, and an entire host of erotic pictures that left him unaccustomedly hot under the collar.

“I imagine you have work to do too,” she said. “You know scientists. All work and no play.”

She was obviously referring to the stereotype of his kind as cold-blooded and ruthlessly single-minded workaholics. Many were. Hunter had a reputation for being just that; he knew this because he’d carefully cultivated the image.

Yet it wasn’t true. He felt, and deeply. Probably deeper than most. Sometimes he could be stubborn, but only when he knew he was right. And as far as being cold, he simply didn’t choose to share his emotions with just anyone. He was picky. So picky, he had to admit to himself, that he hadn’t found anyone to share things with in some time. But he was cautious by nature. He found being distant the best way to deal with people – particularly females.

All females, that is, except Trisha Malloy.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his distance from her. Suddenly he regretted the image he’d projected to her. “I’m not working today,” he said. “Other than here, that is.”

She shrugged her shoulders in a way that lifted her dress to alarming heights on her trim thighs.

Hunter forced his gaze up to her face. A flash of deep sorrow, of repressed fear, crossed her face, gone so quickly he couldn’t be sure he hadn’t imagined it. What in the world was wrong? Whatever it was, had he caused it? “I want to clear out this apartment,” he said slowly.

“You do?”

“Was there anything in here you wanted?”

She looked around at what had been Eloise’s apartment, then sadly shook her head. “No, thank you, but… no.”

She wanted to say something else, he was sure of it, yet she’d changed her mind. “You sure?”

Turning, she made her way to the door. “Sure enough. You renting this apartment out?”

He hesitated. Tension emanated from her in waves. He hated the brief flash of need he glimpsed in her eyes, hated the sympathy that rose within him.

“I’m not breaking my lease, you know.” She seemed suddenly small, vulnerable.

“So you’ve said.”

“You’re stuck with me.”

“I’m beginning to realize that.” Having seen her place, he was sure she would leave for the right price, but didn’t mention that. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt her pride. Hunter understood pride well.

Shrugging as if it didn’t matter, when he could see so clearly it did, she said with false cheer, “Well, I’ve got to go.” But she stood there, clinging to the doorknob. “You know, I didn’t expect to see you again.”

“Did you think I was going to just disappear?”

“One could hope,” she murmured. She bent, hiding her face as she petted Duff, who’d just strutted into the room.

“Trisha -”

She turned away, ignoring him.

He bit back the urge to start counting, knowing she’d get a real kick out of that. “I can’t just vanish. I’m responsible for what happens here.”

She scooped the cat close. “This isn’t your kind of place.”

“Why do you say that?”

She lifted a dark brow. “I saw your face last time you were here, Dr. Adams, you can’t deny that you were… disgusted.”

“Hunter. And it wasn’t disgust.”

Her red lips curved as she smiled in polite disbelief. He could remember the slippery feel of her in his arms, remember the startling realization that she’d caught him with his fly open. Could remember, too, how he’d felt touching her new shipment of silk, and picturing her in it. Oh, yes, he’d felt many things that day, but disgust hadn’t been one of them.

“Dr. Adams -”

“Hunter,” he repeated.

Her eyes sparkled. “So casual,” she said. “And we’ve seen each other only three times.”

She was laughing at him. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. Okay, he could. But he was no longer gawky, skinny, too tall, and twelve. “Not all scientists are stuffy, you know.”

“Really.”

Her eyes dared him and he couldn’t resist. “Really.”

“When was the last time you went line dancing?” she asked. “Or got a body part pierced?”

He felt the color drain from his face, and she laughed.

“You’re turning green, Hunter.”

“Body piercing doesn’t appeal to me,” he said in a chilly voice that would have had his associates backing off in fear for their lives.

Not Trisha.

“Hmm.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Bought any CDs lately? Or traveled – just for the heck of it?”

“Just last week I went to China,” he said triumphantly.

She shook her head and set down the black cat. “I saw that on the news. You went to promote international support for your program. And to solicit funds, which definitely doesn’t count”

“Why not?”

“I meant traveling for pleasure. Pleasure ,” she said again, slowly, making the word roll off her tongue in a sinful way that had his stomach clenching. “What do you do for pleasure?”

He could tell her what he wanted to do.

“Okay, tell me this. How many pairs of jeans do you own?”

The question threw him. “What?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Never mind. Even if you do have a pair, you probably have them starched and ironed.” She sobered. “What’s going to happen?”

The bubbly, cheerful woman had him so completely flustered with the quick conversation changes, he could hardly keep up. Then there was the way she kept moistening her lips with little darts of her tongue, even as she let out those verbal shots he thought might be meant as insults. “What’s going to happen with what?”

One corner of her red mouth quirked. “You’re definitely not a rocket scientist, are you?”

That comment, he decided, was most positively meant as an insult, and he straightened, frowning.

“I don’t want to leave this place.”

“I know.” Though he had decided right then and there, with the sunlight pouring in the huge windows, with the wonderful, if a little scuffed, hardwood floor beneath his feet, that he didn’t want to leave either.

He wanted to live here.

He just didn’t want a wild female neighbor above him – he didn’t want a wild female anywhere near him – but until he figured a way to break the lease without hurting Trisha, he’d have to make do.

“My lease -”

“I know,” he said with a sigh. “You’re not breaking your lease.”

“And neither are you.” Trisha tried with everything she had to hold back the hurt, yet she knew by the flicker of understanding in his gaze that he’d seen it. But she didn’t want compassion, she wanted permanence. “Why are you clearing out this apartment?”

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