Teresa Southwick - A Word With The Bachelor

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When opposites collide…the plot thickensWhen former Special Forces agent Jack Garner opens his door to Erin Riley, he makes two things clear: he won’t sleep with her, and he writes alone. Clearly, fame and fortune have done nothing to brighten this bestselling author’s brooding manner. But his second book is long overdue, and Erin is there to jumpstart his writing…if not his heart.Bright, chatty and positive, Erin is like a sunny day to Jack’s perpetual night. And even as she struggles to contain her sizzling attraction, she knows she can help Jack have a breakthrough. When the words finally start to flow, Jack starts to wonder if ‘once upon a time’ could become ‘happily ever after.' Now, that would be something worth writing about…

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He didn’t flinch in surprise or bother to look over his shoulder for that matter. “Fine.”

“It’s late.” Duh.

“Not for me.”

She moved forward a couple of steps. Earlier when he’d asked her to move downstairs, she’d figured it was about keeping her away from his office space. The part about him working at night didn’t ring true, but apparently she’d been wrong. “So you’re up at night a lot?”

“Yeah.” He finally turned to look at her. “You learn to sleep light, one eye open, waiting for something to happen.”

“Doesn’t sound restful.”

“It’s not.” He slid his fingertips into the pockets of his worn jeans. “But you get used to functioning on little to no sleep.”

“I suppose.”

She could see a nearby full moon just above the dark silhouette of the mountains beyond the lake and there was a sky full of stars. The air was filled with the scent of pine and man, but she wasn’t sure which was more intoxicating. One hundred and two ways to be romantic, she thought.

“Okay, then. I just wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong.”

Before she could turn away, he asked, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

Now wasn’t that a valid question for which she had an embarrassment of answers. No way she’d confess to being distracted by his broad shoulders, muscular back and the romantic notions his research had stuck in her mind. And she didn’t want him to feel bad about pacing. This was his home and moving around at night might be his creative process. She also didn’t want to imply that moving downstairs had been a problem and make him feel guilty. But he’d already told her she was a bad liar.

So, she gave him the truth with a twist. “I was thinking.”

His mouth curved into a slow, sexy smile. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“I don’t know,” she hedged. “Why doesn’t it?”

“Because you’re the kind of woman who thinks too much. Shakes things up.”

“In a good way? Or bad?”

“Both,” he said.

She had a feeling he wasn’t just talking about the job she was sent here to do. That maybe he was hinting at something a little more personal. The thought made her heart race and she had to stop herself from pressing fingertips to the pounding pulse at the base of her throat. He’d know why and that would show him her vulnerability and give him more of an upper hand than he already had.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” Oh, dear God, that was no better and she desperately wanted the words back.

“Oh?”

She saw the gleam in his eyes and felt a shiver clear to her bare toes. “Now that I have your attention—” She drew in a breath. “What I meant was, I’ve been thinking about what the military must have been like.”

“Civilians don’t have a clue.”

“You’re right, of course. But there are basics. You’re expected to follow orders.”

“From a commanding officer,” he pointed out.

“Right. I’m not giving orders. But I was getting at the discipline factor. You’re told where to go, when to report for duty and what job to do.”

“Chain of command is followed,” he admitted. “If not there would be chaos in the ranks.”

“In civilian life we call it a schedule.”

The look on his face said he was bracing himself for whatever she had in mind. “What’s your point?”

“A schedule.”

He moved his shoulders as if they’d tensed up, then stared at her for several moments. “Oh, you mean me.”

“Actually I mean both of us.” She curled her toes into the wooden porch. “You had discipline in the military and it would behoove you to establish that in your writing life.”

One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Who says behoove in actual conversation?”

“An English teacher.”

“Right.” He folded his arms over his chest. “What did you have in mind?”

“Breakfast first. Your mind and body need fuel.” She had not expected him to be even this receptive. “Then we meet in your office for a...let’s call it a status meeting. We discuss what you’re going to work on and you can give me a list of research topics for anything necessary for the story. Think of it as punching a time clock.”

“Don’t tell me. This status meeting would be at nine in the morning.”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“Just a guess.”

“So, what do you think of the idea?”

“Do you really want to know?” he asked.

“Of course. This needs to work for you. It’s all about fine-tuning your process. You’re the author.” She watched him watch her, his gaze flicking over her body, and wished she was wearing jeans and a big, bulky sweatshirt. A thin cotton nightgown and matching robe came under the heading of Didn’t Think It Through. Where was a girl’s body armor when she really needed it? “Sometimes it’s just about putting your butt in the chair. Sheer boredom will force you into doing something.”

“Doing something—” His voice was husky, deeper than normal.

Erin sensed tension in him but had a feeling it wasn’t about her suggestions for his work schedule. “Anyway, that’s what I was thinking about. Give it some thought and let me know in the morning—”

“Okay.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Permission granted. We’ll try it your way.”

“That’s great, Jack.” She was oddly happy that he’d actually listened to her. “Thank you for meeting me halfway on this.”

“This isn’t halfway,” he said, staring at her. “It’s damn near all the way.”

“What? I don’t understand—”

“For the record, it’s not fair to dress like that when you’re asking for something.” There was a ragged edge to his voice and his gaze never left her.

“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.” That was sheer bravado since moments ago she’d wished for body armor. Then she looked down at the eyelet cotton robe with pink accents and her cheeks suddenly burned with mortification. She realized that with the light behind her, the material was nearly transparent. “Oh, God—”

“Yeah.” A muscle jerked in his jaw.

Erin’s knees got weak and that was a first. No man had ever made her weak in the knees before. “I’m going in now. You should get some sleep.”

“Right.”

There was a mother lode of sarcasm in the single word, yet she felt it like a caress that touched her everywhere. The look in his eyes sharpened her senses and she tingled in places that might not have ever tingled before.

“Good night, Jack.” She tried to make her voice decisive, authoritative, unwavering, but was afraid the words came out weak, wishy-washy and just the tiniest bit wanton.

With all the dignity she could muster, Erin backed up to the door then quickly turned and opened it. She went to her room and shut herself in, then sagged against the door.

“What just happened?” she whispered.

There had been a moment. She was sure of it. Until just a few minutes ago, no man had ever looked at her as if he wanted her more than his next breath. Not even the man she’d taken an engagement ring from. But Jack Garner did.

She didn’t know whether to high-five herself or crawl into bed and pull the covers over her head. Then an even more off-putting thought struck her. Was that the way she’d looked at him when they first met? When he’d said they weren’t sleeping together as if that’s what she’d been thinking.

How was she going to face him tomorrow morning?

* * *

Jack sat across from Erin at the kitchen table and finished his omelet. It was becoming clear that she was very good at making them. Spinach, tomatoes, mushrooms and cheese—he couldn’t say he’d ever had a better one. The eggs were fluffy and filling. The company...not so much. Since he’d come downstairs for breakfast, the cook had barely looked at him.

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