Annette Broadrick - Danger Becomes You

“No, I don’t mean tired right now. I’ve been in the army for nine years, working in special ops. I was good at it. But I screwed up that night. I should have double-checked, hell, triple checked, the info we received to make sure what we had was accurate. I don’t want that kind of responsibility again.”

“I think you’re being a little hard on yourself.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“Do you intend to let your family know what happened?”

“Not if I can help it, no. I want to be in good physical condition the next time I see them.” He closed his eyes. “I’m ashamed to face them, all right? I wanted them to be proud of me and what I’ve accomplished. I don’t want them to know that I screwed up.”

“I have a hunch they’ll be too glad you survived to care about anything else and, from what you’ve told me, I doubt they’ll believe you screwed up. I know I don’t.”

He opened his eyes. “You’re a nice person, Leslie O’Brien.”

“Yep. Nice. That’s me.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

She laughed. “Why are you so interested in my personal life?”

“Well, we talked about mine. I think. Didn’t we?”

“I date once in a while. Nothing serious.”

“Good.”

She raised her brows. “Good?”

He closed his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, drawling his words, “’cause I don’t want to be stepping on anybody’s toes.”

Leslie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She stiffened in outrage at his cavalier attitude toward her. She wanted to say something cutting, something belittling, in response, something that wouldn’t betray the way his words had affected her.

He didn’t stir. She stood and looked closer at him. He lay there bonelessly sprawled in his chair. He had thick lashes she’d never noticed before, probably because his eyes had always drawn her complete attention.

Jason’s hair fell across his forehead and she wanted to push it gently back, but she restrained herself.

He made a sound and at first she thought he’d said something until she realized he was asleep and the soft noise she’d heard was his deep breathing.

She turned away and spotted her suitcase in the middle of the floor between their beds, paperbacks and magazines scattered around it. How could she have forgotten to pick those up?

She made a neat stack of them, found her warmest pair of pajamas and laid them at the foot of her bed. She also dug out socks because her feet had gotten cold the night before.

Sometime while they were talking, the light had disappeared outside. She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see that it was almost eight o’clock.

My, how time flies when your reluctant host is busy making passes at you.

What a strange day this had been. She wondered if Jason would remember talking to her and revealing so much about himself. Would he resent her for being the one who’d listened to his pain?

She glanced over her shoulder. He looked comfortable where he was. She looked around the room and saw that the stove needed more wood. There was a huge stack on the porch so she quietly put on her coat, opened the door and hauled several pieces inside.

Next, she put them in the stove as she’d watched him do, and quietly closed the small door of the efficient heat source.

He didn’t stir.

Leslie went to the table and blew out the lamp before she slipped behind the blanket around her bed. Once she’d dressed for bed, she went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth.

When she came out of the bathroom, she looked over at him. He hadn’t moved. She found an extra blanket and draped it over him, tiptoed to her bed and slipped in between the covers.

Despite her exhaustion, Leslie had trouble falling asleep. She’d never known a man like Jason. He was troubled, but who wouldn’t be, having gone through what he had.

She reminded herself that he was exactly the kind of man she’d vowed never to become involved with: a military man.

Not that his career really mattered. Once she left, she knew there would be no reason for her ever to see him again. At least she had a different opinion of him now that she’d gotten to know him a little better. Pain would explain his rude and irascible behavior.

If she were home, she’d probably be across the hall from her apartment visiting with Teri and discussing the mixed emotions this man caused her.

Teri.

She prayed that Teri was all right.

The grating sound of metal rubbing against metal woke her up and she realized the noise she heard was the old recliner as it straightened. Impulsively, Leslie slipped out of bed to check on him.

“Jason?”

The silence lengthened until he finally said, “Sorry to wake you,” in a gruff voice.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

Another pause. “No. I’m going to put more wood in the stove and go to bed.”

Because of the moonlight coming through the window, she could see him sitting in the chair, holding his head. She carefully made her way over to the sofa.

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