Mia Zachary - Another Side Of Midnight

So I figured I could be forgiven for expecting more than his morning-after note. S, You’re amazing. I’m sorry for this. Something’s come up and I have to leave immediately. I’ll call when I can. C. He hadn’t bothered to come up with an original kiss-off line. Obviously, I hadn’t been that amazing.

After wiping a hand over his face, Cameron raked back his wet hair. “I guess you’re surprised to see me, eh, love?”

I flinched. “Don’t call me that. I’d be more than happy to hit you again.”

Not exactly true. He had a cast-iron jaw and my hand already hurt like hell. It had been worth it. I hadn’t heard a word from him in two months, two weeks and four days. But who the hell was counting, right? Why be “surprised” about that?

What really ticked me off was my other reaction, which was purely physical. His damp black T-shirt stretched tightly across his shoulders and chest. Faded blue jeans skimmed over what I knew to be long, muscular legs. And I’m a sucker for long, muscular legs. He moved toward me and I had to fight my natural reaction—internal combustion in the face of an alpha male.

Cameron Stone is a lion of a man—six foot three or four, golden and gorgeous. In a word? Dangerous.

“Are you having a go at me because you lost the last fight?” He reached toward the tender skin beneath my eye.

I ducked his hand and crossed my arms, tapping a finger against the cup. “No, I’m picking a fight with you because your note wasn’t exactly the Valentine I’d hoped for. While I appreciated breakfast, Stone, I would have appreciated an explanation more.”

“Stella, love—”

“Don’t call me that.” He’d used the L word twice now. Even out of context, it was awkward, unsettling, and so very wrong.

Unable to avoid it any longer, I looked directly at his face. Wherever he’d been, whatever he’d been doing, his features now had edges hard enough to suit his name. He’d let his hair grow and his Celtic skin was deeply tanned. His light blue eyes still had the power to both captivate me and put me on my guard.

He looked really good, damn it.

I tried to forget how often he’d made me smile that night, the way my heart had raced when our fingers touched, or how eager I’d been for him as midnight became morning.

His eyes warmed considerably as he’d looked at me and asked, “Where have you been?”

“Right here, waiting,” I’d answered.

The intense sunlight hurt my eyes. That’s why they were tearing up. I swallowed hard, struggling for control. The level of my anger would reveal the depth of my feelings, and damned if I was going to allow that. I had questions, lots of them, but I also had some pride. So I kept things as simple as possible.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“As I said in the note—”

“Something came up. That was the best you could do?” I let my tone slide down into the sarcastic range.

His mouth flattened. “Aye, something came up. It was rather urgent and I had to take the first available flight.”

“Where to?” I tipped my head, intrigued. Stone didn’t strike me as the kind of man who ran from trouble. But, then again, what did I really know about him?

He continued to look me right in the eye, not an apology in sight. “I can’t give you any details.”

“Can’t? Don’t you mean ‘won’t’?”

“Can’t. Client confidentiality and all that.”

He shrugged, one of the cockiest gestures I’d ever seen. Either he was using confidentiality as an excuse, or he was adhering to it out of expediency. Professionally I understood, but personally it set my temper off.

“Fine, no details. How about a broad overview? It’s been almost three months, Stone. What kept you from calling once this something was finished?”

His hesitation only lasted a nanosecond, long enough for me to realize he’d already decided how much not to tell me. “This is the soonest I was able to contact you.”

Asshole lying jerk bastard. “Nice to see you, Stone. Feel free to drop out of my life again.” I turned my back on him, heading into my office.

“Not so fast.”

Before I could take more than a step, his arm banded around my waist. He leaned back against the door frame, turning me in the space between his thighs. The thrill of being so near him again struck me like lightning. I felt the sizzle in every nerve of my body as repressed desire added to the heat of my anger.

I could have knocked him on his ass, had him flat on his back in less than a heartbeat. That’s what I told myself, anyway. But I didn’t because, knowing Stone, he’d have thought it was foreplay.

“Let me go.”

“I did that once and didn’t much care for it.”

I laughed harshly, not about to fall under the spell of that sexy brogue. “You’ve got it backwards, Stone. You’re the one who left.”

“I know. Believe me, I didn’t want to.” When I pushed away he didn’t stop me. I moved toward the opposite wall, putting distance between us so my body would stop humming. “But I’m back, Stella. I’m here now.And I’m wanting to work things out.”

Crossing the space between us, he cupped my shoulders, sliding his calloused hands up and down my bare arms. He held my gaze calmly, his pale eyes clear and candid. I knew better. There’s nothing open about Stone except his blazing sensuality. Seriously, he’s a natural-born charmer.

But I was in no goddamned mood to be charmed and feeling emotionally unprotected did nothing to improve things. So I ignored his oh-so-sincere assurances. “The only thing we need to work out is when to file—”

The little bell over the front door chimed. I frowned, startled to realize that it hadn’t made a sound when Stone came in. Jon started down the hall, then stopped dead in his tracks. His expression hardened as he looked at us—Stone still loomed over me, grasping my elbow.

Jon drew himself up to his full height and struck a menacing pose, muscles flexed, eyes watchful. “Who’s this?”

I’ll be damned. A knight in flaming armor.

But, instead of an Uzi, Jon had a takeout container under his arm. It ruined the effect. Right now, I needed to defuse the situation or I’d be picking carpet fibers out of my lunch.

“This is Cameron Stone.” I slipped from his grasp and took a step back. “He’s—”

“I’m her—”

“—leaving now.”

Stone shot me a look, but thankfully didn’t finish his sentence. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

I squared my shoulders, irritated by his unspoken censure. “This is Jon Chase, my secretary.”

“Administrative assistant,” Jon cut in, glancing from me to Stone and back again. He had yet to move, apparently still gauging the threat.

Stone nodded in greeting, though his focus stayed on me. “We’ve some things to discuss, you and I. A proposition.”

I snorted inelegantly. “I’m still trying to recover from your last one.”

That brought Jon closer to my side. He stood just in front of me, making himself an obstacle. When I tapped his shoulder, he turned his head but didn’t take his eyes off Stone.

“I thought you were taking a long lunch.”

“It can wait.” Jon didn’t seem ready to shift out of action-hero mode. “Should I ask why he’s wet?”

Stone spoke up. “He is wet because I gave her a bit of a start when I came in.”

I looked over and caught his faintly amused expression. Damn it, couldn’t he at least pretend? Jon was acting more jealous than Stone was.

“I’m fine. Really. I just wasn’t expecting the ghost of mistakes past.” I darted my eyes in Stone’s direction, then held my hand out to Jon. “Can I have my food now?”

He handed over my chicken and a small plastic bag. “I got yours first. Try to remember this when I’m up for a raise.”