Susan Mallery - Completely Smitten

The last couple of words came out as a mumble. She ducked her head and he could barely make out what she was saying. Still, it was enough for him to remember helping her back to her room. Even drunk and practically incoherent, she’d been appealing. Too appealing.

There was no way he could spend that much time with her. Shot or not, even with his head pounding, even with her in another hideous floral-print dress that looked more like a tent than a fashion statement, he wanted her. Yup, right here under the scratchy sheet, with the painkiller coursing through his veins, his groin throbbed with an ache that had nothing to do with recent injuries.

Spending time with Haley, even the day or two it would take to get to Possum Landing, would be a level of torture he didn’t deserve.

She was too sweet, too innocent, too…everything. She deserved way more than the likes of him.

“I don’t want to hold you up,” he said, trying to sound gentle instead of horny. “Don’t you have an island to drive to?”

She smiled slightly. “I already told you, I know I can’t drive to Hawaii.”

She looked at him. Despite being a grown woman, she obviously didn’t know how to conceal what she was thinking. He could see every thought flashing through her big eyes. Hope, fear, excitement. He made her nervous, but he could see she still wanted him to say yes. For reasons that weren’t clear to him, she wanted to spend time in his company.

Why? Did she see him as some knight who had come to her rescue?

“I’m not one of the good guys,” he told her, angry at her for thinking the best of him and angry at himself for caring.

She frowned. “Of course you are. You’re a U.S. Marshal. And last night—”

“Just forget about that. It doesn’t count.”

“It does to me.”

Trouble, he thought again. She was trouble, he was in trouble and damn if it wasn’t going to get worse.

He shouldn’t say yes, but he couldn’t say no. Somehow he’d been trapped.

Last night, she’d wanted him to kiss her. If she hadn’t been drunk, he would have obliged. Then what would have happened? Stupid question. He already knew the answer.

If he wasn’t strong enough to turn down her offer to drive him home, how was he going to resist anything else she might choose to throw his way?

“Be careful what you wish for,” he told her. “You just might get it. And then where will you be?”

Haley blinked at him. “Was that a yes?”

He was slime. Actually, he was the single-celled creatures that aspired to be slime. He was going to hell for sure.

“Yes.”

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