

Jacqueline's Desire

E Kelly

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Copyright 2013 E Kelly

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### Chapter 1

Jac stood in the heat of the shower, letting the water pour over her unheeded. Letting it wash away the last remnants of pain and disappointment. Of betrayal. She braced her hands against the cool tiles, closed her eyes, and let her mind drift.

Jackson Andrew Hughes. He had been the dad of every little girl's dreams. Strong, funny, intelligent, and passionate. Jac still smiled every time she thought of him. Still felt him on every job. Three years. Three long years since her mom called her unexpectedly to tell her he was gone. Jac had buried the hurt and spent every minute of those years trying to convince her father's crew that she could successfully lead them. Being young, pretty, and female in construction were almost impossible obstacles to overcome. But she had not only succeeded, she had triumphed. Ushering the struggling company firmly into the black. A small, brief smile touched Jac's lips as she thought of how far she'd come. To lose it all now, would be unbearable. The job, the company, her father's reputation - these were the things most precious to her. The same things that were now in jeopardy. Someone was sabotaging her construction site. Weakening the stairs... Stealing supplies... Canceling orders. No, not someone, she corrected. A member of her own crew. One of the men Jac depended on, respected, and trusted. Last night, it had been too much for her to accept. That's when she had come home, shut the door, and locked it out for a while. Then, and only then, had she allowed herself to feel. Allowed herself to grieve.

Wade's eyes opened in the predawn half-light, alert and observing. One glance had him moving to the window, indifferent to his own nudity, drawn in by the sight of the rising sun. At six feet three, with dark hair and eyes, and a body forged from years of military service, there was something about him that captured people's attention. And held it. Born Wade Beauregard Mitchell, the first son of a wealthy construction industrialist, his SEAL team renamed him Poet. They saw in him a certain eloquence of expression, strength of character, and unwavering honesty. That, added to Wade's expansive knowledge of literature and his soft, southern drawl, and the name stuck. As he watched, the sky burned orange, and his phone began to ring.

"Poet." Wade listened, respectfully and quietly, to Einstein's voice on the line. Even after two years of civilian life, his friend was still, somehow, the team leader. "Understood," was Wade's only comment as Einstein outlined his assignment. Before he disconnected though, he dropped formality for a moment. "Hey, Einstein. Could you give Bronwyn a message for me? Tell her it's not too late. If she wants to reconsider marrying you, I'm available."

"Fuck you," Einstein laughed. Wade was smiling as he disconnected and headed to the shower.

Less than an hour later, he was the first to arrive at the site. Wade lingered in his truck for a moment as he studied the building. It didn't look like much yet, with its sagging balcony, rotting porch and broken windows, but he knew Einstein and Bronwyn had big plans – a new bookstore. Bronwyn lost her first store to an arsonist a few months earlier. But with this new building, Anna's designs and Jac's crew, what was lost would be reborn. And the horrible event that brought the team and Bronwyn together would finally have its happy ending. Wade could see it now. Complete. Alive. And whole. He smiled softly to himself... until he remembered his assignment. Shaking off sentimentality, he shed the man. Donned the soldier. Wade checked the perimeter of the building first, before moving inside. Room by room, floor by floor he looked for any evidence of an intruder. When he was satisfied that he had missed nothing, he went back outside to wait on the porch. He was sitting, sipping his coffee when she pulled up in her truck. Wade watched her as she parked and climbed out. Dressed in jeans and a white tank top, Jacqueline Hughes was extraordinary. Wade couldn't help but remember the first time they'd met. It had been here, at Dénouement actually, the day Anna Davis had first pitched her designs to Einstein and Bronwyn. Jac had popped in to get a peek and introduce herself to everyone. Wade would never forget that first touch, her hand in his; how the warmth of her skin had radiated up his arm; how he'd actually felt the power of her smile. He'd never experienced anything like it. Recognizing that first day, that he would have to pursue her. And now, with the help of fate, it was time to begin.

"Good morning," Jac called out as she approached.

Wade remained silent, caught up in the way she moved, both strength and grace in every step. With short red hair, pale skin, and expressive blue eyes, she stole his breath.

"You're here early. Did Einstein call you?"

"Yeah." He nodded and sipped. "I've already checked the building. Inside and out. There's been no sign of an intruder."

"Thanks," she murmured as she stepped onto the porch. "I really appreciate what you're doing. I know this isn't your problem, but..."

Wade cut her off with just a look. "This guy, whoever he is, hurt Anna. He could have hurt you as well. That's reason enough for me."

Unsure what to say to that, Jac hesitated. "Well, I just wanted you to know that I appreciate it."

Wade smiled. "You're welcome then." Because his hands ached to touch her, he turned to pick up his thermos and tool belt instead. "Ready when you are," he offered.

She smiled, not knowing how it affected him. "Why don't we go inside and you can tell me about your work experience. If you're supposed to pass for a construction worker while you try and identify the villain of our particular little tale, I need to know what kind of projects you can handle."

Wade raised one derisive brow. "I can handle anything you can dish out, sweetheart. That's a promise."

"That remains to be seen. Doesn't it?"

He laughed, charmed by her, until he noticed something in her eyes. That something pulled at him. Had him reaching out to stop her from turning away. With his hand on her chin, Wade searched. "It's not your fault," he finally whispered. "You're not to blame."

Jac closed her eyes on the pain as tears threatened. "He worked for me, Wade. No one else. That makes me responsible for what happened to Anna." She could still see it whenever she closed her eyes - Anna, the designer for the project and her closest friend, tumbling down the stairs. Jac had tried to catch her, but it all happened too fast. Then there had been the rush to the hospital and the horribly stressful time spent in the waiting room. A broken wrist and bruises on her hip and ribs. Jac still winced when she thought about it.

"This is not your fault," Wade hissed. "The only one that's to blame is the bastard who loosened the tread on the stairs. He's responsible for her fall. Not you. You cannot blame yourself," he insisted. "Anna certainly doesn't."

"She's not being rational."

"And neither are you. If the situation was reversed, would you blame Anna?" He didn't wait for her answer. "Of course you wouldn't." Wade leaned in close. "Why don't you save that anger for the man who's really at fault?"

"I'm trying," she whispered desperately.

"Try harder." With that said, Wade turned and walked inside, moving through the lobby, turning right into the front parlor. He remembered how neglected and shabby the room had looked on their walkthrough weeks ago. He could only stand and stare now - fresh paint, gleaming hardwood floors, crystal chandeliers, and row after row of custom bookshelves. "This is absolutely amazing," he announced quietly as Jac joined him.

She smiled. "Thanks. I love working with Anna. Her designs are remarkable. Truly extraordinary."

"Yeah. I've seen Preacher's place. Dark wood, masculine colors, and a solid vein of Dakota. It's a perfect reflection of him. And this?" He gestured widely. "Every inch of this is Bronwyn. Understated elegance and warmth."

Jac studied him for a moment, curious. "You must know her well."

His eyes met hers, held. She saw something flash sharp and bright before he looked away. "Yes. I know Bronwyn well," he finally whispered.

Afraid that she might have struck a nerve, Jac hurried to change the subject. "Have you seen Anna's plans for the children's room?"

"No."

"You should. They're... enchanting. Like stepping into a storybook," Jac explained. "We'll be starting on the shelves for that room today. As well as the trim in the master bedroom and bath."

"Sounds good. I can handle pretty much all of that. It's been a while since I've done detailed cut work but I think I can manage trim."

"Actually, I think we'll start you out slowly. How's painting sound?"

"Sounds great," he lied.

"Good. Now before the guys get here, can we go over your cover story again?"

"Of course. But I think I should be up front about something. The cover story was Einstein's brainchild. I thought it would just be simpler if you and I said we were involved."

"Oh, did you?" Wade nodded, smiling cheekily. "While I appreciate your... creativity," Jac teased, "The crew knows that I don't get involved with men I work with. Conflict of interest, so to speak."

"Maybe you made an exception," he suggested.

"Nope. No exceptions."

Wade considered arguing that maybe it was time for one, but rejected the idea. At least for now. "Einstein's story it is then. We'll keep it simple. My name is Wade Mitchell and I'm Einstein's friend from college. I recently lost my job as a security consultant, the economy being what it is, so he asked if you'd do him this favor and hire me until I can get back on my feet."

"Sounds plausible."

"Close enough to the truth that it rings true. The hallmark of being a good cover story. I can elaborate appropriately if any of the crew asks me questions, but I think we should keep the initial story short."

"I agree. If the story were true, I wouldn't have asked Einstein many questions anyway. I would have hired you simply because he asked." Just then, they heard a car door slam. "That will be the guys. Do you mind hanging back until I brief them? Then I'll introduce you and we'll get set up for the day."

"Sure. No problem." He paused. "But I need a favor from you in return."

"Okay."

"I need you to remember something. What you thought you knew about one of these men isn't true anymore. He is not your friend. He is not here to help you."

Jac grimaced. "I'm not likely to forget."

Wade nodded. "I wish I could spare you that. The most I can do is identify him as quickly and quietly as possible."

"Quietly?"

Shit. "If there's a chance that he's not working alone, I don't want to alert his accomplice."

"Not working...? Jesus!" Jac hissed. "It never occurred to me that there might be more than one of them."

"That's my job," Wade insisted. "You and Anna just keep working to bring this old place back to life. I'll handle the rest. And I'll keep you safe." He reached out and lightly touched her cheek. "I will not let him hurt you."

Suddenly uncomfortable, Jac smiled shyly. "Um. Thanks."

"My pleasure," Wade whispered. His hand shifted to cup her face.

Jac swallowed hard. "I should probably go meet the guys."

"Yeah. You probably should." He stepped toward her just as she stepped back. Without another word, she turned and hurried from the room.

Wade watched the crew through the window. Scrutinizing their body language and facial expressions, he looked for any sign that would identify the traitor. He wished he had Preacher with him. The man had a gift for seeing and hearing what people tried to hide. On his own, Wade found nothing, so he left his place by the window to wait in the foyer. It wouldn't do for any of the men to suspect that he'd been watching them. If he was going to find the truth, they needed to trust him.

Two hours later, Wade didn't give a flying fuck about trust. He was outside, in the blazing sun, dressed in coveralls, safety glasses, gloves, and a respirator. When Jac said he'd be doing some painting, he hadn't realized he'd be spraying bookshelves in hell. Christ, it was hot! And like some bad joke, no matter how many shelves he painted, fresh ones just kept coming. About thirty minutes in, Wade began to suspect that the crew was testing him. But if that were true, and they were waiting for him to surrender to the heat, they were going to be disappointed. He checked his watch for what must have been the tenth time this morning and, seeing that it was finally past noon, decided to break for lunch. Stripping the coveralls to his waist, he removed the glasses, gloves, and respirator before grabbing a bottle of water. As Wade drank, his mind drifted back to a summer construction job he'd had in his teens. Savannah had been suffering one of the worst heat waves ever recorded in the state of Georgia, with every day in the sun a little slice of hell. While his crew had bitched and moaned incessantly, there had been a part of Wade that loved it. Loved pushing himself to his limits. Still lost in thought, he took another sip of water, grimacing at the taste.

"Something wrong with the water?" Jac asked as she crossed the yard to join him.

Wade smiled. God, she was beautiful in the sunshine. "Just wishing it was iced tea."

"Well, if you do a good job, maybe I can get you that tea."

"Don't tease me, Jacqueline. Southerners take their iced tea very seriously."

"I'll keep that in mind." She stepped closer to examine his work. "These look good. You're meticulous and fast, both of which I appreciate." She stepped even closer, lowering her voice. "You do know they were testing you? Right?"

"Yes." Wade bent to peel the coveralls down the rest of his body.

"And you didn't call them on it? Didn't tell them to go to hell?"

"No."

"Why not?" she asked incredulously. "If someone kept me out here in one of those suits for more than thirty minutes, I'd be complaining to anyone who would listen."

"We both know that isn't true. You and I are the same that way. We don't whine and we don't break."

"Well, you've earned their respect. That's for sure. Just make sure you don't go so far that they think you're a pushover," she warned.

Wade raised one eyebrow at her. "Do I strike you as a pushover?"

Jac took the time to study him before she answered. His t-shirt clung, outlining every muscle in his chest and abs. The sleeves were stretched tightly across his biceps. One hundred seventy pounds of well-executed male. She took a shaky breath. "No. Definitely not a pushover," she stammered. His eyes flashed, causing her to look away. "You have a tattoo," she mumbled at random.

"Yes." Wade smiled as he moved a little closer. Unless he missed his guess, he was making her nervous.

"Einstein and Preacher have the same one. Right? Something to do with being SEALs together."

"The Navy SEAL trident. Yes. We all have one, including Hollywood and Caveman," he clarified, referring to the rest of the team, as he stepped even closer.

"Um." Jac bent, pretending to examine the shelves. Think girl. Get a grip on your hormones and think! "Oh. I met them the day Anna pitched the designs. Right?"

Suspecting she was trying to maintain her distance, Wade intentionally crouched beside her. "Yeah. We all got the trident when we resigned our commissions." He smiled at the memory. "Pissed my mama off for months. She still scowls every time she sees it."

Jac smiled. "I take it your mother is not a fan."

"No. Tattoos are not for gentlemen," he mimicked.

Jac laughed at that. Loud, throaty, and sexy. Wade felt it shimmer across his skin. "I can only imagine what she'd think of me."

"Why? Do you have a tattoo?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Can I see it?" he asked as they both stood.

Jac paused, as if considering. Wade's heart began to race. Slowly she shook her head. "I'm afraid that comes under the category of privileged information." As she turned to head back inside, Wade fell in step beside her.

"Can I tempt you?" he whispered huskily. "I'm very good at tempting women."

"That remains to be seen, now doesn't it?" Jac countered. With a teasing grin, she stepped inside, leaving Wade to follow.

She had ordered pizza for the crew. Everyone was spread out in one of the unfinished rooms. "Better grab some before these guys eat it all," she suggested. Taking her own advice, she selected a couple of mushroom and pepperoni, lifted a small jug from the cooler, and chose a spot on the floor away from the men. "Grab a couple of those paper cups," she called out to Wade.

"Here you go," he offered as he settled in next to her. "You don't eat with the men?" he asked quietly.

"Not unless I'm invited." Jac shrugged. "Everybody needs the time and space to bitch about the boss. I can respect that." She filled one of the cups from the jug and handed it to him. "As promised."

Puzzled, Wade took the drink and sipped. "Sweet iced tea. Nectar of the gods."

Jac laughed. "If you'd like, I can bring a large jug every day. Leave it in the cooler. You could help yourself."

"So you know my secret," he confessed. "The way to my heart is through tea."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not interested in your heart. Just your hands."

Wade smiled. "I'd say that's an excellent place to start."

The rest of lunch passed quickly. Wade enjoyed his time with Jac, sitting close, listening to her voice and her laugh. When the meal was over, he was loathed to leave her. As he started to head outside, Carl, Jac's project manager grabbed him by the arm.

"You're done for the day," he insisted.

"Excuse me?"

"You're done working out in the heat today." He turned to the men behind him. "John, you're up. Monitor your liquid intake." John nodded and moved past them. "They expected you to break," Carl admitted.

"They did? Not you though?" Wade asked.

"No, not me. Ex-military, aren't you?" Wade nodded. "Thought so. Never met a military man that wasted time complaining."

"Not much point in it."

"Nope. Either way, you paid your dues outside this morning. Now you're with me."

"Sounds good."

"We're working in one of the back rooms, building the shelves," Carl explained as they walked.

"Okay. Where do you want me?" Wade asked.

"Why don't we see how well you cut to specific dimensions?" he challenged.

"Not a problem."

"Pretty cocky, for someone your age. Don't you think, son?"

Wade smiled. "Not cocky. Just confident."

"Then I guess we better see if you've got the skills to back up that mouth of yours."

Jac could hear both men laughing as they went back to work.

"Well, I think that went well, don't you?" Jac asked at the end of the day. "None of the guys asked any unusual questions about you."

"Good. I didn't sense any doubt or mistrust in any of them either."

"Did you see or hear anything that might help you identify my vandal?" Jac tried to sound casual, as if the answer didn't really matter, but even she heard the hitch in her voice.

"No. I'm sorry. Not yet." He rested his hand on hers. "You'll be the first to know. I promise." Jac nodded. "I've already walked the building, made sure everything is locked up for the night. Now I'm just going to grab some stuff out of my truck. One of the guys will swing by and pick it up later." He headed out the front door, crossing the small lot, to the spot where he'd parked earlier.

Following, Jac raised her eyebrows at him. "You're spending the night here?"

"Einstein and I thought it'd be a good idea. If this guy attempts to break in at night, I want to be here." Jac could only stare as Wade retrieved a backpack and sleeping bag from his truck. Moving past her, he returned to the room where they had eaten lunch. He tossed his things to the floor before turning to her with a smile. "Why don't I walk you out?"

"You're just going to camp out here all night?" She waited for him to nod. "Alone?"

"Yeah. I assure you, I'm not trespassing. Both Einstein and Bronwyn know I'm here."

"Oh no. That's not what I meant. I'm just surprised that you're going to sit here all night and wait for someone who may or may not try to break in."

"Well, sometimes that's what I do. Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to this place," Wade assured her.

"I believe you."

"Good." He placed his hand on the small of her back, the heat of her body sending his heart racing. "Let me walk you out."

"Actually... I think I'll stay."

Absolutely not. There was no way he could be expected to spend a night with Jac and not want to touch and taste and... "I don't believe that's necessary," he hastily corrected. "I'm just going to grab a shower, hang out, and read all night. Maybe play some solitaire. Not a big deal. Remember, this may all be for naught. The guy may not even show."

"Well, if he does show, I want to be here." Wade started to argue, but Jac silenced him with a shake of her head. "Look. This guy hurt Anna. I know it was only a broken wrist. But it could have been much worse and we both know it." When Wade didn't comment, Jac pressed on. "And, as if that wasn't enough, he pretends to be my friend. One of these men, that I have known and worked with for the past three years, is suddenly trying to hurt me. I need to know why."

"I'll be happy to ask him that question."

Jac stepped closer. "I think I've earned the right to ask the question myself. Don't you?" She gave him a second to think before asking one last question. "If it were you, wouldn't you want the right to confront your attacker?"

Damn. She had him there. So, against his better judgment, Wade found himself agreeing. "Okay. You win." Jac smiled. "We'll just need to adjust the plan slightly. I'll grab the other sleeping bag from my truck. Then I'll call the team and have them take our trucks to your place. They can bring them back before first light. None of your crew will ever know."

"Good thinking."

"I try," Wade mumbled, brushing aside the compliment.

"I'm going to make a call while you get everything set up. I need to cancel my plans for tonight."

"A date?"

Jac chuckled. "Yeah sure – with Bronwyn and Anna."

Wade couldn't help but smile, relieved that she hadn't been meeting a man. "Take your time." He made his own call to Einstein, explaining the change in plans as he hiked back to his truck.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Einstein asked. "We don't usually make a habit of inviting civilians along on assignments."

Wade laughed. "I've got news for you, man. We're all civilians here. But I get what you're saying. I'll keep her safe."

"No doubt in my mind about that," Einstein reassured him. "I meant, considering your attraction to Jacqueline, couldn't her presence be a distraction."

"No more than Bronwyn is for you."

"Point taken."

Wade shut the front door as he returned. "Seriously Einstein, don't worry about it. I assure you," he began as Jac returned to the foyer. "I can do the job and be attracted to Jacqueline." His eyes locked on hers. "Consider it... multitasking."

### Chapter 2

"Close your mouth, darlin'," Wade teased as he disconnected. "Caveman and Preacher will be here within the hour to pick up our trucks. Apparently, Anna is sending us dinner, too."

"Oh," Jac mumbled. "That's nice of her."

"Yes, it is." He'd shocked her, Wade realized. She hadn't been prepared for the way he'd casually admitted his attraction for her. He hadn't planned to tell her so soon, but Einstein had presented such a fantastic opportunity that he'd been unable to resist. Now they would see what happened next. "Care to comment on what you overheard?" Wade prompted.

Jac's head snapped up. "Um... No. No comment."

"You're sure?" Wade pressed.

"Absolutely." Walking over to the closet, Jac retrieved a backpack of her own. "I think I'll use one of the bathrooms upstairs and grab a shower myself. Leave you the bathroom down the hall. Okay?"

"Sure. No problem." Wade chuckled softly as he let Jac go. Eventually, she would have to deal with it. With him. Until then, it would weigh on her. Until then, he would be in the back of her mind. Whether she wanted him there or not. Wade was still laughing as he grabbed his own pack and headed down the hall.

Stunned, Jac stepped under the spray. Hot water washed away the grime of the day as past moments with Wade played in her mind. Jac found herself searching through those moments. Looking for anything, anything at all, that would have told her what Wade had been thinking and feeling. She came up with nothing. Sure, there had been mild flirting. They were both attractive and single. Flirting came with the territory. But that didn't mean she would have considered more. Women like her did not get involved with men like Wade. He was a smooth-talking, short-term, casual intimacy kind of guy. While Jac was a hard working, commitment making, relationship kind of woman. Oil and water, she thought. Not gonna happen.

Freshly showered and dressed for a night in, they settled back into their makeshift dining area. "When Preacher told me Anna was going to send us dinner, I thought he meant sandwiches or something. I had no idea she would send something so elaborate," Wade admitted.

Jac smiled. "Anna doesn't believe in sandwiches or something. She is very serious about food and, lucky for us, she's an excellent cook." Jac pulled a food container from the insulated tote. Peeling away the top, she smiled in appreciation at Anna's pasta with homemade spaghetti sauce.

"Oh god! That smells incredible!"

"You should taste her lasagna. Every time she serves it, at least one of my crew proposes. Although, I'm sure those days are over. Preacher doesn't strike me as a guy who's willing to share," she joked. In fact, Jac had never seen a man more in love. He liked to say that Anna made him and she was inclined to believe it. Without Anna, Preacher was quiet and reserved. With her, he was warm and open. Although their courtship had not always been smooth, Preacher had remained determined from the first moment they met here at Dénouement. Jac was thrilled to see that they had finally found their way. They belonged together. Each better for being loved by the other.

As Jac and Wade settled into their meal, he kept the conversation centered on the project. It didn't take Jac long to get caught up in describing architectural features, paint colors and finishes. At one point, she retrieved Anna's sketches from the other room and went over the proposal for the children's room. Wade was fascinated by the attention to detail that characterized even the smallest elements. Jac had been right when she said that Anna's work was extraordinary.

"I can't wait until this place is finished," Wade was saying. "It's going to look amazing, not to mention the sheer number of books it will house – a bibliophile's wet dream."

"Ahhh, another book junkie. With a name like Poet, I should have known."

"Guilty," he confessed. "Are you a reader?"

"Yeah, but I don't think I've quite reached Anna's level of obsession. Have you seen her house?" Wade shook his head. "I swear that woman could open her own bookstore with the stock she has."

"Sounds like my place. I consider books to be one of the basic necessities of life."

Jac laughed. "Sounds like me and clothes. I've been known to buy clothes instead of food when money's tight."

From there, the conservation moved fluidly from one topic to another. Jac learned that Wade had grown up as the oldest son of a wealthy family in Savannah, Georgia. His childhood had been one of expensive prep schools, expectations, and privilege. Before he was even born, his life had been carefully arranged: his friends, the sports he would play, jobs he would have, girls he would date. It had all been decided for him. While Wade understood the need for direction, he had balked at the idea of following blindly. In the end, he had been forced to choose his own path. And with that one act, that first step into independence, he had broken his parents' hearts.

"I can't imagine the strength that must have taken," Jac murmured. "To have the courage to walk away from everything they wanted for you." Wade shrugged carelessly. "Do you ever regret it?"

"No," he was quick to answer. "Not even for a second. I am what I was meant to be. I have no doubts or regrets." Even as he said the words, Jac could see the pain in his eyes.

"Did you make peace with your family?" she whispered.

"Of a sort, yes. It took my parents years, but they finally accepted that I had to go my own way. They don't understand it, but they've accepted it."

"So they know you're a SEAL?"

"Was," Wade corrected.

Jac scoffed at that. "There's no such thing as an ex SEAL."

"To answer your question," he continued, blatantly ignoring her comment. "Theoretically, they know I was a SEAL. But I believe it's hard for them to reconcile the boy they raised with the man I became."

"Makes sense, in a twisted sort of way," she reluctantly agreed. "But I still can't help thinking they should be proud."

Wade smiled softly as his hand came out to caress her cheek. "Thanks. It's refreshing to be understood. Nice," he finished in a whisper. Wade could feel Jac's pulse quicken under his touch. God! He wanted to kiss her. Desperately. But with a sigh of regret, he let his hand fall instead. "Tell me about Jacqueline."

Jac began by telling Wade what it was like to grow up in a male dominated family, learning carpentry from her father and older brothers. It had seemed only natural for her, considering her foundation, to become one of the guys. Into sports, tools, and trucks. Yet she had managed to maintain a feminine side as well. She enjoyed shopping for building supplies as much as she did lingerie. As she spoke about her childhood, Wade could see strength and confidence in her eyes. Those same eyes filled with tears, though, when she told him how her father had died unexpectedly a few years ago. Her father's death had shocked her family to the core, especially her mother. Jac had been the one to step in, to plan the funeral, to answer all the questions. She had been the one to hold her family together. And when her mother asked her to take over her father's business, Jac hadn't even considered saying no. She had simply stepped in and continued her father's plans. Breathed life back into his dream.

Wade reached out to take her hand in his. "You gave up your own life goals in favor of your father's?"

"It wasn't as altruistic as you make it sound." She smiled shyly at him. "At the time, I had just graduated from college with a degree in business. There hadn't been a single job offer and, to be honest, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. My mom's request was opportunistic. I got the direction I needed and she got to save my dad's company."

"Because of you," Wade insisted. Jac shrugged. "You must love her very much."

"I do."

"She's a very lucky woman. To have such a daughter."

"No more lucky than I. It was the least I could do."

"While I did nothing," he whispered.

"Hang on," Jac argued. "Our situations were nothing alike. Nothing," she repeated. "Your parents planned every minute of your life, without once consulting you. My mom asked me if I would help. Asked. The choice was always mine." Jac reached out and gently turned his face toward her own. "You were never given a choice." They sat still and quiet, eyes locked. Wade couldn't help but notice that even though the moment wasn't sexual, it was incredibly intimate. He'd risked a great deal in telling Jac his story. A story he had never told anyone before. It would have sliced him in two if she had brushed it off as nothing or if she hadn't understood.

"Are you okay?" she wondered. "You're really quiet."

Wade smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. I was just thinking. I've never talked about my past with anyone. I don't know why exactly. I just never have."

"Until now."

"Yeah."

"And?" Jac asked nervously.

"I'm glad I told you. That moment helped define who I am."

"Then I'm honored you shared it with me."

"It's important that you know me for who I really am. After all..." he began as he leaned toward her. "You should really know what you're getting into." Before she could comment, he laid his lips gently on hers. The kiss was soft and sweet. As he pulled back, she was staring at him. Shock and curiosity clouded her eyes.

"Um. I should really take care of this mess," she stammered. Jac stood and began cleaning up their dinner dishes. Wade started to help her.

"I've got this. Don't worry about it." Jac brushed him off. "Isn't it time to complete another of your security checks? It's been a while."

Wade checked his watch, hesitating between confronting Jac and giving her a little more time and space. "You're right," he finally agreed. "It has been a while. Another check would be a good idea. You'll stay here. Right?"

"Sure. No problem." Jac sighed when Wade left. She couldn't help it. Maybe spending the night alone with him hadn't been such a good idea after all.

It took Wade fifteen minutes to walk the building and another ten to walk the grounds without being seen. By the time he returned, Jac had finished cleaning up their dishes and packing away the leftovers. She had set up makeshift palettes using his sleeping bags and pillows from Anna. Between the bags, she'd placed a deck of cards, a couple of paperbacks and her Ipad. And in that time, she had second-guessed her decision to stay more times than she could count.

"Wow. What's all this?" asked Wade with a grin.

"Just trying to make us as comfortable as possible."

"It's great. Thanks." Stretching out on one of the makeshift beds, he reached for the deck of cards. Wiggling his eyebrows, he asked, "Can I interest you in a game of poker? Just to pass the time, of course."

"Of course," Jac muttered as she settled onto her own palette. "But before you ask, we're keeping our clothes on."

Wade grimaced. "You're killin' me, darlin'. Just killin' me. It would be much more... interestin' if we played strip. But I'll wager you. This time we'll play your game. But if I win, next time we'll play mine."

Never one to shy away from a challenge, Jac held out her hand to shake. "You're on."

They played for hours after that, the lead passing back and forth between them. When they finally called it a night, Wade was surprised to find that he owed Jac seventy-five dollars. He could usually rely on his skill with cards, but he found that tonight he had been uncharacteristically distracted. His eyes drifted to Jac as she shifted in her sleep and he smiled. What man wouldn't have been distracted by her sense of humor, quick mind, and beauty? To say nothing of the memory of that kiss. Hours later, Wade could still taste her. But Jac didn't get involved with men she worked with. Period. End of story. So how the hell was he supposed to get around that? He could try to persuade her. Or maybe he could have Einstein reassign him and Hollywood could watch the site. That would mean Jac wouldn't be able to hide behind her rules. Wade dismissed that idea almost before it had fully formed. If Hollywood had the chance to spend time with Jac, then Wade would have a completely new problem on his hands. No. He was definitely staying. He toed off his shoes, emptied his pockets, and unzipped his sleeping bag. Shamelessly, he moved it so that he would be within inches of Jac while she slept. Lying down, he turned to face her. In the soft moonlight, she was achingly beautiful. Wade wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms. Instead, he forced his eyes shut and ordered himself to sleep

Wade had been awake almost an hour before he heard Einstein and Caveman arrive. He gave Jac a gentle shake before hurrying to answer the door.

"Nothing out of the ordinary last night?" Einstein asked.

"Nope. Nothing." Wade tugged on clean jeans as they talked. "I checked the grounds every hour. Absolutely nothing." He reached for a shirt just as Jac walked in.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was just going to put away the rest of my stuff, but I can wait until you're done."

"Nonsense. Feel free to watch me dress, or undress, anytime you like."

"In your dreams," Jac chuckled as she tossed her backpack into the closet.

"Now that's the God's honest truth, darlin'," Wade agreed.

Einstein waited for Jac to leave, before he asked, "Care to share?"

"Sorry? Share what?"

"Did the two of you sleep together?"

"No. Jac doesn't get involved with men she works with." After the briefest of hesitations, Wade added, "Yet."

"You plan on changing her mind?"

"Absolutely." Slipping his t-shirt over his head, Wade turned to look Einstein in the eye. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"And if it were?" Einstein challenged. Without a word, Wade stepped toward him - a direct confrontation. Einstein could count on one hand the number of times Wade had done that in the past. But he stood before him now, daring Einstein to oppose him. The two men studied one another for a few tense moments.

"I'm sorry," Jac apologized again from the doorway. "I hate to interrupt..." Neither man commented or turned to acknowledge her. "I just wanted you to know, the crew is starting to arrive."

"Be right there," Wade reassured her. He waited for Jac to leave before he spoke again. "I repeat. Is this going to be a problem?"

Einstein took another moment to study his friend. "Considering how and where I met Bronwyn, I'm not really in a position to object."

"No. You're not." Wade smiled brightly. "So, are we done here, Dad?"

"You always were a smartass," joked Einstein. "Get out of here and get to work."

"Sir. Yes, sir."

Wade reached the foyer just in time to see Carl rush in, grab Jacqueline by the arm, and drag her into the adjoining parlor.

"Whoa! Wait a minute," Jac protested. "What the hell?"

Without a sound, Wade followed. Reaching out, he wrenched Carl's free hand high behind his back. "Let her go, Carl. Now!"

"Shit! Wade?" Carl tried to turn his head. "Wait a minute, man." He quickly let go of Jac. "This is not what it looks like!"

"It looks like you put your hands on Jacqueline without her permission," Wade spat. "It looks like you dragged her from the room against her will."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to grab her. Really, I didn't. It was a mistake."

"Yes. It was." Slowly, Wade released his hold on Carl, and took his place beside Jac. "Clearly and concisely, explain yourself."

Carl met Wade's eyes. "I saw your truck parked at Jac's house. It was there all night."

Wade felt Jac tense, preparing to defend herself. He wasn't about to let her put herself in that position. "Where I park is none of your business, Carl."

Ignoring Wade, Carl turned back to Jac. "You don't sleep with guys on the job. It's a rule of yours. You've never broken it before." He waited for her to contradict him. When she didn't, he forged ahead. "So what gives? Are you involved with this guy or not?"

"No," Jac insisted, even as Wade answered, "Yes."

Carl looked from one to the other.

"It's not what it looks like," Jac explained.

"You sure about that? I see the way he looks at you."

"Last time I checked, I wasn't stupid," Wade defended.

"Neither am I, son."

"But I don't believe whether or not Jacqueline and I are enjoying a sexual relationship is really any of your business." Wade watched Carl's face flush with angry embarrassment. "If it's the quality of my work you want to discuss, fine. But I won't stand by while you attempt to bully Jacqueline..."

"Wade," Jac interrupted. "I don't think that was Carl's intention." She put her hand on his arm to stop him from speaking. "Yes, Carl. I will agree that, in the past, I have set certain boundaries." She watched him flash a triumphant glare at Wade. "But, and it's a big 'but', Carl, so listen up. If I chose to change those boundaries, I will do so without your advice or permission. My private life is my own. You will not bring it here. Understood?"

Wade had to admire the way Carl reined in his frustration. It took him almost a full minute, but he finally managed it. "Okay. But... and it's a big 'but', so listen up." He turned to Wade. "If you hurt her, make no mistake. I will make you suffer."

"Fair enough."

"Then we're done here," announced Jac. "I don't want to hear another word about it."

As soon as Carl stepped back into the foyer, Jac grabbed Wade by the arm and led him to the far side of the room. "What the hell were you thinking?" she demanded in an angry whisper.

Wade jammed his hands into his pockets to keep from grabbing her and leaned in. "I was thinking that no man has the right to touch you in anger."

"I could have handled him myself."

"I have no doubt." He took a step into her, too close now to be considered polite. "But now, if Carl is the one who's been threatening you, he knows he'll have to go through me."

"Carl would never hurt me!" Jac argued.

"Really? Are you sure about that darlin'?"

"Yes!"

"Why? Because he's your friend and you trust him?" He moved close enough to brush up against her. "Tell me. Which of those men out there isn't your friend? Which of those men doesn't deserve your trust?" Jac paled at his words. Wade hated himself for it. It was bad enough that someone she cared for and respected was trying to hurt her. He didn't have to make it worse by throwing it back in her face. He swore under his breath and grabbed her arm before she could turn away from him. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." Wade watched Jac's eyes fill with tears as she fought for control. "But until I can determine which man is the threat, I will suspect them all." He paused, studying her carefully before lowering his mouth to hers. He stopped just short of tasting, giving Jac plenty of time to pull away. When she didn't, he gently laid his lips on hers. The kiss was warm, wet, and firm. And it wasn't enough. Wanting more, Wade applied just a hint of pressure until Jac opened for him. He couldn't stifle the moan as he swept inside, his tongue teasing and flirting with hers. One hand slid to fist in her hair as he used the other to drag her body close. This is not a good idea, Jac's brain insisted. But she couldn't seem to stop. The warmth and taste of Wade spread through her. She could feel his body pressed into hers - hard angles and straining muscles. Jac groaned. Wade's self-control faltered. His hands rushed over her, learning curves, stroking and seducing before finally cupping her bottom, pulling her tight against him. When his mouth left hers to travel to the base of her throat, Jac finally spoke.

"Wade?"

"Mmmm," he continued as his mouth moved over her skin.

"Let go."

"No." Before Jac could make another plea, Wade's mouth captured hers again for another soul-stirring kiss.

"Wade, let go," Jac breathed. "You need to let me go."

"I don't want to."

"Yeah. I got that."

"I want to..."

Jac's fingers came up, quickly covering his lips. "Some things are better left unsaid."

"Not this," he argued, his hands holding tight.

"This is not the time. Or the place."

Wade almost groaned then, hating that Jac was right. As much as he wanted to slip away with her to the nearest secluded corner of the world, the timing was all wrong. She had a crew of eight men to organize and lead. He had a traitor to catch. "Fine. But, before I let you go, I'm going on record here." His face was close. "It doesn't end here, Jacqueline. I want you. And I'll do whatever it takes to have you."

### Chapter 3

The crew worked through the morning without incident. Jac split them into groups of two. Three groups focused on cutting, assembling, and painting the shelves. The fourth group worked on prepping the room for paint. She had Carl keep Wade with him and out of her way. She couldn't deal with him now. He had overstepped this morning, first with Carl, and then again, when he had kissed her. Wade knew perfectly well that she wasn't interested. Jac had been clear about that. But, despite her edict, he had kissed her. Passionately. Possessively. What the hell was he thinking? More importantly, what the hell was she thinking? She should have done something to stop him. If any other man on her crew had tried something like that, he would have been nursing any one of a number of very painful injuries. Yet, with Wade, she had gone from being a rational and cautious woman to one who melted in a man's arms. Jac winced at that. That had never been her style. Even when she allowed herself to become involved with someone, she always maintained a certain element of control. She enjoyed herself, had some fun, and bowed out before things got serious. This time though, she forgot to keep her head. And it had cost her. Wade had taken advantage and slipped right past her defenses. Jac scowled now. Another minute or two of his mouth and hands on her and she might have actually given in to him. And while it undoubtedly would have been one hell of a ride, it would have been a mistake. And Jac made it a point not to make mistakes.

"Hello? Jac?" shouted a voice.

She sighed in relief, grateful for the distraction. "Good morning," she called out. "I'm in the children's room." Seconds later Anna, her best friend and the designer on the project, joined her. "Hey. How are you this morning?" Jac asked carefully. The question was always a sore point between them. When Anna had been diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis two years ago, Jac had appointed herself as her primary guardian and caretaker. She asked the hard questions and demanded the answers. Even when Anna didn't want to give them. And when they worked together, as they did now, Jac made sure she ate, took her meds on time, and didn't overdo it. Jac was protective to the point of annoying, yet she refused to apologize for it. She knew if the situation were reversed, Anna would do the same for her.

"Not bad," Anna was saying. "Cast itches, but it is what it is. How's everything here?"

"Good." Jac did no more than glance at Anna's arm, trying hard to forget the memory of her tumbling down the stairs. "The guys are starting the wall prep, as you can see," Jac gestured. "I'm hoping to get you in here by the beginning of next week."

"Great. I can't wait to get started on the mural. I haven't done any real painting in years. Hope I haven't lost my touch."

"I'm sure it's like all the best things in life," Jac suggested. "It'll come back to you."

"Let's hope so," Anna agreed. "Hey, is it safe for me to spend some time upstairs? I don't want to get in anyone's way."

"No problem. But where's Preacher? I'm sure he didn't send you here alone."

"He's outside with Poet. They're doing their SEAL thing I'm sure."

"Wade insists that they've resigned."

"There's no such thing as an ex Navy SEAL."

Jac laughed. "That's exactly what I told him."

"Great minds. Well, I'm going to head on up. Yell if you need anything."

"Ditto." After seeing Anna to the stairs, Jac went to check on the progress of the bookshelves, swearing mildly when she found Wade showing Preacher their work. "Good morning, Handsome." She had to admit. Anna sure knew how to pick 'em. Preacher was tall and broad, with long dark hair and eyes to match. He looked fierce and downright lethal, reminding Jac of his Dakota ancestors. Until he smiled. Then he looked positively good enough to eat.

"I was just admiring your crew's work," Preacher complimented as he bent to kiss her cheek.

"Thanks. The shelves are turning out better than I hoped. But part of that success is due to Anna."

His smile widened. "Yeah. She's pretty amazing."

"She headed upstairs. I figured you'd want to know."

Preacher's eyes went hard for just a second as he looked up at the windows on the second floor. "Thanks." With a nod to Poet, he moved quickly inside.

"Shit," Jac murmured. "I should have handled that differently."

"He worries," Wade argued. "You can't spare him that. It's the price he pays for loving her." He stepped close, lowering his voice to a whisper. "The only thing we can do to help him, to help both of them, is to catch the man who put Anna in harm's way."

"Yeah. I know."

Wade hated the way she sounded – defeated and resigned. His hand reached for hers. "We'll find him, Jac. I promise."

She turned to look up at him, smiling softly. "I...

"Hey Boss," Carl yelled from the porch. "Need your help in here for a sec."

"Sounds like my cue," Jac sighed. "Catch up with you later."

Wade stayed where he was, watching as she shook off the mood before heading inside. The amount of stress she was under must be unbearable, yet she maintained. She continued to do her job and run her crew without exposing even a hint of doubt or suspicion. It was easy to understand why her mother trusted Jac with her husband's dream. Her strength was both impressive and humbling. It also stirred in him a primal need to protect. But in this case, protecting Jac meant exposing one of her friends as a traitor. To protect her, he'd have to risk breaking her heart. "Fuck!" Wade swore. There'd been too much heartbreak already.

As he turned to head back inside, a car pulled up. Wade found himself smiling even before it came to a stop. He hurried over to open the driver's side door. "Well, this is a nice surprise."

"Thought I'd stop in and see how things are going," Bronwyn explained as he pulled her out of the car and into his arms.

Jac watched them from the porch as they talked quietly. Wade had Bronwyn's hands tucked in his, his body bent toward her as he listened. Bronwyn smiled up at him. The mood spoke of intimacy and secrets shared. Shit, Jac thought. She knew she had seen something in Wade's eyes when she mentioned Bronwyn. He was in love with her.

Suddenly, Bronwyn looked over, smiling and waving when she saw Jac. "Good morning."

"Good morning," Jac mumbled. "I didn't realize you were coming by." She stood her ground as Wade and Bronwyn approached, their arms around one another.

"It's an impromptu visit."

"Well, something must be in the air, because Preacher and Anna are upstairs."

"I thought that was his car," Bronwyn admitted. Glancing at the open doorway, she dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "How's she doing?"

"She's good. Getting stronger ever day."

"Vincent and I have been so worried. We both know she's tough as nails, but still... You know what I mean."

"Yes. I know what you mean." Jac gave a small smile. "Would you like an official update, or do you just want to wander?"

"Wandering's good."

"Okay. But if you have any questions, don't hesitate." Jac turned to Wade. "I think Carl needs you at the saw."

"Of course." He bent to kiss Bronwyn's cheek. "Don't be such a stranger."

"Back atcha," she teased.

They both watched him go. Smiling up at Jac, Bronwyn asked, "So... you and Poet? Is there anything Vincent and I should know?"

"Excuse me?"

"Have you guys uncovered any clues? Narrowed the pool of suspects?"

"No, not yet. Everything is business as usual around here." Except I think Wade is in love with you.

"Hang in there," Bronwyn was saying. "The team will figure it out. They're very good at what they do."

"Yeah. I heard they helped you with a stalker a few months ago." Christ! Thoughtless much, Jac? She rushed to apologize. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. It's none of my business."

"No. It's okay," Bronwyn insisted. "I just didn't realize you knew. It's not exactly easy to bring up in conversation."

"I got to wondering how you and the team met. Wade told me."

"I should have known." She smiled absently. "He's always looking out for me. I'm kind of a little sister to him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Vincent and I had it rough in the beginning. Poet stood by me, provided a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on." Jac saw the pain fill Bronwyn's eyes and wanted to kick herself. "It forged a bond between us. Much like, I would imagine, you and Anna."

Either Bronwyn was an accomplished liar, or she believed what she was saying, Jac thought. "Like Anna and me? Yeah, I get that. Except the part where Anna's a woman and Wade's... not."

Bronwyn laughed at that. "True. Poet is definitely all man."

"Jac!" someone called out.

"Go ahead," Bronwyn assured her. "You don't need to entertain me. I'll just do that wandering we talked about."

"Well, that was nice," Wade was saying at the end of the day. "For everyone to stop by." He pulled the sleeping bags from his truck, tossed one to Jac, and grabbed his backpack. "And I agree with you. Anna looks good. Now that she and Preacher have found one another, they're both better for it." They turned together to head back inside.

"I've never seen Anna this happy."

"Preacher either. They were clearly meant for one another."

"You really believe that?" Jac asked. "That certain people are destined for one another?"

"I do. The hard part though, is finding the courage to accept it when it happens to you."

Thinking it was better to leave that statement alone, Jac changed the subject. "I think it's time for me to hit the shower." Grabbing her pack from the closet, she headed upstairs. "Feel free to eat without me if you get hungry."

"Yeah right," Wade muttered. After a quick shower of his own, he decided he would get the palettes in order while he waited for Jac. He had just bent to unroll one of the sleeping bags when his phone began to ring. He was smiling as he answered. "Hey Mom. How's everybody?" For the next thirty minutes, Wade listened to the local gossip, catching up on who was doing what with whom. And while he loved the stories, it always served to remind him why he hadn't chosen to return to his hometown when he resigned his commission. He needed his privacy. Thrived on it actually. It was one of those little things his parents had never really understood about him. They accepted it. Respected it even. But they didn't appreciate it.

"I wanted to let you know that the team is invited to your sister's engagement party," his mom was saying. "They're family."

"Yes ma'am," Wade smiled.

"That includes Bronwyn and Anna. I want them to know that they're part of this too," she insisted.

"I'm sure they'll be pleased and flattered." Jac distracted Wade as she walked in. He could smell her hair, clean and fresh from the shower.

"Should I mark down a plus one for you?" his mother was asking.

Wade's eyes traveled over Jac as she bent to tuck her shoes out of the way.

"Honey? Did you hear me?"

He couldn't quite stifle the groan as denim stretched tightly over Jac's very excellent ass.

"Beauregard?"

Wade winced. "Yes, ma'am. I got that. Thanks." He glanced to see Jac stifling a laugh. "Mom, I have to go now. Yes ma'am... I'll let you know the count in the next day or two. Love you too... Tell Dad I'll talk to him soon... Night."

"You didn't have to cut your conversation short for me."

"I didn't. The way I see it, I fulfilled my obligation by listening to all the town gossip and the latest on my sister's wedding preparations. When my mom started to talk about me bringing a date to the engagement party, it was time to go."

"Ouch!"

"Exactly."

Jac grinned. "On a happier note though, I scoped out dinner."

"It smells amazing."

"For your dining pleasure, we have hamburgers, potato salad, and my favorite apple cake." Jac smelled the cake appreciatively. "Anna spoils me."

Over their meal, they talked less about work this time and more about each other. Hobbies, food, favorite past times, and travel. There were also a few confessions of hopes, fears, and dreams. When they were finally sated and relaxed, Wade asked the question that had been hovering in the back of his mind.

"There's no man in your life?"

"I wouldn't say that. There are men in my life. Men who mean a great deal to me – close friends and family." She held up a hand to stop Wade from interrupting. "But no. There's no special man in my life."

"No man you're seeing? No man you belong to?"

"That's an antiquated approach to relationships. Don't you think?" she criticized. "I'm not a possession."

"I didn't mean to imply that you were. I only meant to clarify." He paused to collect his thoughts. "I believe that when two people are in a committed relationship... when they love and need one another above all else... then they belong to one another... on the most intimate of levels. I'm sorry if you consider that antiquated."

"I'm sorry," Jac apologized. "I misunderstood."

Wade smiled softly. "Not a problem. But now that you understand the question, I feel compelled to repeat it. Is there someone you belong to?"

"No."

"Good."

"Subtle, Wade. Real subtle."

"Subtlety is over rated." His hand reached out to cup her cheek, even as Jac began to pull away.

"I really need to clean up this mess." She gestured to their dinner dishes.

"I'll help you."

"No. I've got this. Why don't you patrol?"

Wade smiled. "Subtle Jac. Real subtle."

"Subtlety is over rated," she repeated.

When Jac was finally alone, she took a minute to sit and consider. Her initial plan had been to forget all about the kiss she had shared with Wade. To dwell on it would only invite trouble. It was clear now though, that Wade had been busy making plans of his own. That left her with a decision to make. Take a chance with Wade, a man who may or may not be in love with someone else, or stand firm against temptation. Jac knew what the smart, safe choice was. The problem was, she was tired of playing it safe.

By the time Wade returned fifteen minutes later, Jac was no closer to making a decision. "You're awfully quiet, sweetheart. Everything okay?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Tired I guess."

He nodded, not believing her for a minute. "I hope you're up to a poker rematch."

"Sure. With or without clothes?"

"Ladies choice."

"Clothes it is then."

"Are you kidding me?" Wade hissed a few hours later. "I don't get it. How can you keep winning hand after hand? I'm a decent poker player. When the team and I play, I win my fair share. But with you, I can't seem to keep up, much less get ahead."

"Don't worry about it. Luck is a fickle beast," Jac soothed.

"Don't I know it, but..." Wade stopped as a new thought occurred to him. "Who taught you to play?"

"My dad. We'd play with his crew a couple of times a week."

"You played poker with your dad and his construction crew?"

"Yeah. I started when I was about nine, I think."

"You've been playing poker since you were nine?" Wade asked incredulously. "Christ! I never stood a chance."

"You never asked whether I was an experienced player. You just assumed I wasn't. And we all know what happens when people assume," Jac smiled cheekily.

Wade made a face. "You know. No one likes a smartass."

"Except you."

Now he laughed. "Except me." Reaching out, he gently ran a finger along her jaw line. When Jac smiled, Wade covered her lips with his. He banked his hunger this time and let the warmth lead them. Warmth that spread, seeping into quiet, empty spaces. It filled and tempted. Had them moving in to take. Jac's hands came up to cling to Wade's shirt. His hands slipped under the edge of her shirt. Their whole world became her mouth under his. It made Jac wonder if she had misjudged the situation with Bronwyn. How could Wade kiss her, with such careful determination if he was in love with someone else?

Wade couldn't believe he had almost missed this. He had been in such a hurry the first time he'd kissed Jac. Taking her in big greedy gulps. But now, he was set on moving slowly, savoring, and surrounding them in the tastes and textures of one another. Wanting to feel her body on his, Wade lifted Jac and settled her across his lap. When he felt her tense at the unexpected intimacy, he pressed his mouth to her throat. As he hoped she would, she arched back, improving his access and allowing him to pull her in tight, sex-to-sex.

Jac could feel herself losing ground. She had told herself she wasn't going to do this. No matter how tempting Wade was, she wouldn't gamble her relationship with Einstein and Bronwyn. She couldn't. But god! It was going to be so hard to say no. Slowly, gently, Jac pulled out of the kiss. When she shifted her weight, Wade intercepted the move.

"No. Stay." He held tight as they fought to catch their breath.

"I don't know why we keep doing this," she began.

"Because it feels so damn good, darlin'."

Jac laughed, in spite of the circumstances. "I meant I don't know why we keep doing this when we know it can't lead to anything."

"We don't know that."

"I don't get involved with men I work with," Jac insisted.

"Too late."

"You and I are not involved. We've shared a few kisses. That's all. Nothing we can't walk away from."

"I don't want to walk away," he challenged. "I want to see where it takes us."

"I'm sorry. But I don't feel the same way."

"Now you're just lying," Wade accused. "I know how you feel, Jac. I can taste it. Every time you put your mouth on mine. You're just as attracted and intrigued as I am. The only difference is I'm not afraid to pursue it."

Jac shook her head in disgust. "That's how you're going to play this? Accusing me of being afraid?" She pushed away from him. "Are you hoping my ego is so fragile that I'll have to jump into bed with you to prove you're wrong?"

Wade started to argue. "I..."

"Look," Jac insisted. "You're a nice guy. A really nice guy." Wade rolled his eyes at that. "And even though there is clearly some chemistry between us, I'm not interested in pursuing any sort of relationship, casual or otherwise. Between the job, Anna's injuries, and my vandal, I have enough on my plate. Too much to take any chances right now."

Because he was tempted to grab her, Wade stood and walked to the window instead, peering out into the dark as he thought. He wasn't sure how to respond to her logic. Part of him knew that Jac's request was more than reasonable. Hadn't he just said to himself earlier that day that she must be under a tremendous amount of stress? Here was the evidence of that. She was asking him to respect the fact that a relationship with him was just one too many balls to keep in the air right now. He got that. Really he did. But there was another part of him too. The part that wanted to fuck reason and take Jac some place secluded, exotic, and hot.

He turned to study her a moment before he finally spoke. "I'm not going to try and pretend that I agree with you. On the contrary, I think we should explore what this is between us. But I will respect your decision. For now." He stepped close, with his hands crossed safely behind his back. "I'm almost certain I won't give you as much time as you think you need. I definitely won't give you the space. I'm staying right here, in your line of sight. Until you realize your mistake."

"And you're so sure it's a mistake?"

"Yes. Absolutely. Without a doubt." His eyes were fierce and determined. "And I won't stop until I prove it to you."

### Chapter 4

Days later, Wade stood by the window, checking the night one last time. His eyes drifted to Jac as she slept. They had somehow reached a stalemate. Each of them on a different side of the relationship debate. It wasn't from lack of trying on his part though, Wade admitted. He had taken advantage of every opportunity to caress, tease, and tempt. But Jac's response had always been the same. She shut him down, politely, but firmly. Over the past week, she had seemed determined to keep them apart. Wade had news for her, though. He was just as determined to see them together. With a sigh, he stretched out on his sleeping bag. Reaching out, he brushed back the hair from Jac's face. She amazed him. Every day she worked beside the men, just as tough, just as strong. Yet, at night, when they were alone together, she was gentle and soft. Wade looked forward to discovering just how gentle and soft. He was smiling as he drifted off to sleep.

Jac was dreaming. Remembering the day Anna had fallen down the stairs. She'd lost count of the number of times her subconscious had forced her to relive this moment. But even though she knew it was a dream, even though she knew exactly what was going to happen, she was still afraid. Still sick to her stomach and horrified when Anna began to fall. And as Jac's heart raced and a moan escaped her lips, a hand closed over her mouth.

"Jac, it's me. Wade." He waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and recognize him. Then he pulled her close so that he could whisper in her ear. "I heard something that I have to check out. I need you to come with me." He felt her nod. "And I need you to follow my orders without hesitation. Can you promise me that?" When she nodded for the second time, Wade let her go. He held his finger briefly to Jac's lips before gesturing to her shoes. Once they were ready, he lifted her to her feet. Pulling her close again, her body pressed into the length of his, he gave one last order. "Stay behind me."

Jac nodded quickly, barely recognizing the soldier in front of her now. His voice was hard, cold. His body rigid with restrained power. As they headed toward the lobby, Wade stopped to listen to their surroundings. It only took him a few seconds to identify the intruder's location. He was on their right, second room from the front - the children's room. And he was alone. Perfect, Wade thought. They crossed the foyer silently and approached the room together. Just outside the door, Wade shifted Jac, pressing her back against the wall. As he turned, she tried to follow. With his hand high on her chest, he pushed her back against the wall again, holding her there until she finally nodded. Confident that she would keep her word and remain hidden, he stepped into the doorway.

"Couldn't sleep?" he called out.

John McKenzie, a member of Jac's construction crew, spun around to face him. "Wade? What are you doing here?"

Wade heard Jac's sharp hiss as the betrayal hit her. "Funny. I was just about to ask you the same question." He waited. "What are you doing here, John?"

Wade noticed a slight hesitation before John answered. "I was driving by, on my way home, and I saw the light. I know Jac has had some problems lately. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright."

"That's very considerate of you," Wade began. He paused to look at his watch, stalling a little to irritate John. "Mind me asking why you're out driving around at this time of night?"

"Well, you know," he grinned conspiratorially. "I had a date."

"And afterwards, you drove by this place on your way home?" Wade clarified.

"Yeah."

"And you saw my light?"

"Yeah."

"No you didn't."

"Excuse me?"

"You were certainly driving by, because you're here. But you didn't see my light from the road. In fact, you had no idea anyone was here at all."

John glared at him. "Just what are you accusing me of, Wade?"

"At most, you're the one who's been sabotaging the site. You're the one who's been hiding supplies, changing orders and of course, the one who loosened the stair tread and caused Anna's accident." Wade watched John's features tighten, his body tense. "At the very least, you're trespassing."

"So are you smartass," John hissed.

"Actually, I'm not. Vincent and Bronwyn requested that I spend the night and keep an eye on the building. All things considered, I think it was a good idea." Wade hesitated before he asked, "Don't you?"

"You can't prove anything. It would be my word against yours," John retaliated. "And I've known Jac a lot longer than you. Since she was a little girl. Her dad and I were close friends. She trusts me. So who do you think she's going to believe?"

"Oh, I don't know," Wade answered. "I think my chances might be better than average." With his eyes still on John, he reached out his hand to Jac, guiding her to stand beside him.

John swore under his breath. "Jac. I didn't know you were here."

"Obviously," she agreed. Wade could hear the pain and disappointment in her voice. He stepped closer, his hand at the small of her back. They both watched John as he began to pace, clearly trying to formulate an appropriate response. It had been Wade's experience that innocent men didn't need to measure their words.

"You said it yourself, John. We've known each other since I was a little girl. You and my dad were like brothers. In that time, I think I've come to know you pretty well. That means I know you're standing there trying to figure out how to talk your way out of this."

"I can't believe after all we've been through, that you would accuse me of this," John complained. "Your dad trusted me."

"Clearly, he was wrong to do so."

"You have no proof," John repeated.

"I have plausibility. It is the only explanation for you being here in the middle of the night."

"I told you. I was checking on the place."

"With a can of paint?"

"That paint was here when I walked in."

"No. It wasn't," Jac contradicted. "You brought it with you."

"No, I..."

"Do not lie to her," Wade threatened. "You can tell her the truth voluntarily or you can keep your mouth shut, but I will not allow you to lie to her anymore."

John looked from Wade to Jac and back again. He began to pace again in agitation. "Look. I don't know why the two of you keep insisting that I have something to do with the problems around here. I came here tonight to help the daughter of an old friend. But if that help isn't appreciated, I think I should leave. We can talk about this more in the morning. Maybe by then the two of you will be thinking more rationally."

In one fluid movement, Wade shifted Jac out of harm's way and stepped forward. "No," he stated calmly as John walked toward him.

"What do you mean, 'no'? You can't keep me here."

"I assure you I can," Wade corrected. "But it's not really up to me. Jacqueline? Do you want to call Bronwyn and Einstein? See if they want to press charges?"

"Fuck you!" John roared. "You can't prove anything and you know it!"

"You broke in here tonight," Jac whispered.

"You ungrateful, self-serving bitch!" John yelled as he lunged toward her. With one hand, Wade reached out, grabbed John by the shirtfront, and slammed him to the floor.

"The next time you speak to Jacqueline like that, you'll have more than the wind knocked out of you." John started to sit up. "Stay down," Wade ordered.

"Fuck you! Ryan was right. You don't deserve this company!" he yelled at Jac. "Your father should have left it to Ryan and me. We were the ones who worked beside him. You?" he scoffed. "Construction was just something to do when you were bored."

"Is that what this is about? You're pissed because I got something you wanted? So, to punish me, you and Ryan decide to compromise my work and jeopardize the safety of my crew?"

"You're a joke! No one in this business takes you seriously."

Ignoring his outburst, Jac asked a question of her own. "Why now?"

John remained stubbornly silent.

"Jac asked you a question," Wade spat. "I suggest you answer it. Now!" When John continued to stall, Wade dragged him to his feet, curled his hand into a fist, and...

"Wait," John growled. He shielded his face with his hands. "It was the job."

"What job?"

"This one. Rehabbing this building. It's a guaranteed, yearlong project. Ryan tried to pitch for it, but he was too late. Lane had already hired you."

"You and Ryan thought if you caused enough trouble on site, Vincent would be forced to look for someone else," Wade hypothesized.

"Yeah."

"And the fact that you were betraying a woman who was like a daughter to you and the memory of a man you respected didn't matter?" Wade was disgusted now. "Darling? Would you get one of the folding chairs from the front room and take it back to the kitchen?" For a moment Jac didn't move. With a quick glance, Wade could see that she was lost. "Jacqueline?" he repeated softly. "The chair."

"Oh. Um. Sure."

The men stood still and silent as they waited. Without taking his eyes from John, Wade listened as Jac retrieved the chair. "Okay. This is how this is going to work. We're going to walk back to the kitchen. You're going to sit in the chair Jac set up for you until I tell you to get up. If you make one move without my permission, I will take you down." He leaned in until his face was only inches from John's. "And I will do enough damage that you'll stay that way. Understood?" Defeated, John nodded. Wade led him to the chair. Waited for him to sit. "So far, so good." Slowly, he backed up until he was standing next to Jac. "You okay?" he whispered. Another quick glance in her direction answered his question. No, she was not okay, but she was holding it together. Wade reached in his pocket for his cell phone.

"Are you calling the police?" Jac asked.

"No. Preacher. His Anna was the one to suffer the most at John's hands. Preacher gets him first." He saw John's eyes widen in fear. "Then the cops can have what's left."

Wade and Jac waited thirty minutes for Preacher and Anna to arrive. "Here," he called from the kitchen, his eyes on John. Wade knew Jacqueline disagreed with him. She hadn't wanted him to call Preacher, insisting that the police could handle everything. Wade had tried to explain. Whether or not the police could handle everything really wasn't the point.

"Shit!" John swore when the kitchen door swung open. As Preacher moved toward him, John jumped up from his chair and backed up toward the wall. "Come on man!" he pleaded to Wade. "You can't let him in here. He'll kill me!"

"Yes. He might," Wade agreed. "He has this thing about taking care of what's his. Something you may have wanted to factor in before you compromised the stairs."

"Jesus! I didn't know!" His hands were up now, ready to shield himself. "I didn't know anyone would get hurt."

"Really?" This was from Jac. "What did you think would happen, John?"

Preacher was directly in front of him now. He stood tense and alert, fists clenched at his sides. "If you wanted to damage the stairs, you would have done so," he pointed out. "Instead, you loosened the tread and put it back in place so no one would see the danger."

"No. I..."

"I'm not finished," Preacher hissed. "Then you laid in wait to see who would get caught in your trap. And how long was that, I wonder. A day? Two?" He stepped closer to John, perversely enjoying the way he was beginning to shake. "It's just your unfortunate luck that it was my Anna. Very unfortunate." Without taking his eyes from John, Preacher called out to Wade. "Did you find out who hired him?"

"Yes. He confessed quickly enough. The spineless coward," Wade spat.

"You believe he's telling the truth?"

"Yes."

Preacher nodded. "And we're pressing charges."

"Yes. We'll start with breaking and entering and vandalism. Add in whatever else the lawyers can think of."

"Good. Sounds like you thought of everything." Preacher noticed John beginning to relax, thinking the worst was over. "You can go ahead and call the cops then. I'll just wait here with him. Alone." John paled at that.

"Sounds good," Wade agreed. "I'll tell them they can take their time. You seem to have everything under control."

"Whoa! Wait a minute. You can't leave me here with him!" John screamed.

"Of course I can," Wade disagreed. "Ladies, why don't we go wait up front for the police? Leave these two gentlemen to... talk." Anna opened her mouth to argue, but Wade silenced her with a quick shake of his head, took her arm, and guided her out.

Anna tried one last appeal. "You can't leave Preacher in there alone with that man."

"Can and did," Wade stated. When she turned back to the kitchen, he stepped in front of her. "He needs this Anna; this chance to confront John."

"But what if he does something stupid?"

"Impossible," Wade assured her. "Preacher loves you. He would never jeopardize what he has with you. Never."

All in all, it took almost three hours to settle everything before they could close the building for the night. Einstein and Bronwyn were out of town until tomorrow, which left Jac to press charges against John in their stead. Wade had stayed by her side, her hand in his, reminding her with his presence that she wasn't alone. And now, finally, he was driving her home. As soon as he had started the truck, she'd gone inside her head, quiet and still, leaving Wade feeling frustrated and helpless.

"Well, we're here," he announced as they pulled into Jac's driveway.

"Thanks for the ride... and everything," she murmured. "I really appreciate it."

"No problem. It's all part of the service." Shutting off the engine, Wade came around quickly to open Jac's door. He desperately wanted her to ask him to stay. He didn't like the idea of leaving her alone when she was upset. As they reached her front door, Wade stopped her before she could unlock it. He pulled Jac into his arms, pleased when she came willingly. They stood there for a moment, both giving and drawing strength, until finally Wade spoke. "I'd like to stay," he whispered. "I don't want you to be alone." Jac leaned back far enough to meet his eyes.

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"I didn't mean for sex. Although I certainly wouldn't mind if you insisted." Wade reached up to run a hand over her hair. "I just want to be here for you."

"You think we can handle being alone together?"

"All you have to do is say 'no.' "

Jac sighed deeply. "I don't think I can trust myself to do that."

Wade smiled wickedly. "Now I think that's the nicest compliment I've ever received." He laughed when she began to blush. "And any other time, I'd talk my way inside and we'd see how long it took me to talk you into bed." His smile softened. "But tonight wouldn't be fair to either of us." He pulled her into his arms. Held her tightly. "Now sweetheart, give me a kiss that will be certain to make me regret going home alone." Jac smiled up at him, pushing her doubts aside, and taking his face in her hands. Wade felt his heart begin to beat wildly. Slowly, very slowly, she pulled his mouth down to hers. She drank him in. That's all he could think. Opened and pulled him into her. The sensation was staggering. His response immediate. Wade gave. Everything he had and was, he poured into her. On a groan, his hands moved over her, clutching as his need for her threatened to choke him. Jac's hands clung to him as she fought for more. He should leave now Wade realized, even as he pressed her back against the front door, pinning her in place with the length of his body on hers. Jac moaned, her hands sliding down to clutch at his waist. Without warning, Wade wrenched his mouth from hers. As they both struggled to breathe, he rested his forehead on hers.

"I've changed my mind," Jac gasped. "I think you should..."

"Christ! Don't say it," Wade begged. "If you say it, I won't be able to walk away." When she started to speak for the second time, he kissed her hard and fast. "I'm going to go home now. If you need me...No, scratch that," he panted. "If you need to talk, call me." Taking her keys, he opened the front door himself. He turned to reach for her but stopped short of making contact, growling in frustration.

Jac grinned shamelessly. "Problem?"

"You, my dear, have a mean streak. And eventually, I'll make you pay for it. For now though, it's time for you to try and get some sleep while I go home to my cold, empty bed."

"Do you want another kiss before you go?" Jac teased.

"Good Lord woman! Are you tryin' to kill me?" Wade groaned. "Go inside. Now." He waited for her to walk in. "Good night, Jacqueline." He closed the door himself, before he surrendered and walked through it. "Lock the door, darlin'," he called out. After he heard the bolt click, he moved quickly to his truck. "Don't think. Don't think. Don't think," he repeated to himself. "Start the damn truck. Get the hell out of here."

Fatigue was settling in as Jac moved through the darkness toward her bedroom. She began to strip off her clothes, leaving them on the floor where they fell. Sliding beneath cool sheets, she ordered herself to shut down. Whenever her mind began to drift, she ruthlessly yanked it back until, blessedly, she succumbed to exhaustion.

Jac woke to the sound of someone pounding on her front door. She started to answer it... until she remembered. John's betrayal, the phone call to Einstein, Preacher, Anna, and the police. Not a dream. Horribly, horribly real. She refused to face it. Or whoever was at her door. Without even a hint of guilt, she rolled over and buried her head under the covers. It didn't take long for the pounding to stop and for her to slip back into sleep.

"Jacqueline?" a voice whispered.

Jac's heart slammed into her throat as she bolted upright. "Wade? What the hell? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Well, what the hell did you think would happen? You broke into my house!"

"You didn't answer the door," he stated matter-of-factly.

"And you think that gives you the right to break in? Maybe I didn't answer the door because I didn't want to talk to anyone," she argued.

"That thought did occur to me."

"And?"

He shrugged. "I rejected it."

"Oh, nice. Really nice!" she spat sarcastically.

"I was worried about you."

Jac's breath hissed between her teeth. "Well, you can see for yourself. I'm fine."

Yes. He could see her. Wade just wasn't convinced she was fine. Jac's hair was tousled from a restless night, her skin pale, her eyes clouded with anger and pain. "You don't look fine. You look... upset."

"You broke into my house!"

Ignoring her outburst, he continued. "You're hurting."

"And naked!" Jac yelled in exasperation, clutching the sheet to her chin.

Wade glanced at the clothes strewn across the floor. "Oh, trust me. I noticed."

Jac gritted her teeth trying to reign in her temper. "Again. Why are you here?"

"I told you. I was worried about you."

"You could have called," she argued.

"I wanted to see you." Wade took a steadying breath before he continued. "And I want to go with you. To the police station."

"I can handle it."

He almost flinched at Jac's immediate refusal. Her fierce need to remain independent was one of the things he admired most about her. As long as she didn't use that independence as an excuse to keep him at arm's length. "I know you can handle it." He watched her carefully. "I still want to go."

She looked up at him, torn between her need to take care of everything herself and the temptation to lean.

"Please, Jac," he pleaded. "Let me do this for you. For us."

"Okay," she finally murmured. Both uncomfortable and relieved.

Wade smiled. "Then it's settled."

"Yes. But first, I want coffee and a shower."

"Fair enough. I'll see to the coffee."

"I'd appreciate that. Thanks. I'd also appreciate one more thing," Jac continued.

"Name it."

"The next time you break into my house, could you do it at a more respectable hour?"

Wade laughed. "If I had known you were so... delicate..."

"Delicate my ass," Jac argued. "I was tired. Tired does not equal delicate."

"Whatever you say, darlin," he teased as he went in search of the kitchen. Wade got halfway down the hall, before he doubled back. "Jacqueline...?" he started, before coming to an abrupt halt in the doorway. Jac stood in the middle of her bedroom, nude in the early morning light. Instead of apologizing and turning away as he knew he should, Wade stood rooted to the spot. He could feel his heart begin to race and his body tense as he took in the sight of feminine curves flowing smoothly into strong angles. "God, Jacqueline! You're beautiful," he sighed. "Absolutely beautiful."

Startled by his quiet sincerity, Jac forgot to be angry or embarrassed. "Thank you."

After a quiet moment, Wade spoke again. "You're gonna have to move first, darlin'. It's takin' everythin' I've got not to cross the room and..." Jac saw his hands clench at his sides before he continued. "I see you like this... It makes me want to... take."

"And what if I said you could have what you wanted?"

"I'd say you better be sure." He moved to stand in front of her. His eyes locked on hers. "Once won't be enough for me, Jacqueline. Not by a long shot." His hand came up to sink into her hair. "Do you understand what I'm sayin'?" He waited for her nod. "Good. Then I'm gonna go make that coffee."

"And I'll grab a shower." She hesitated when Wade didn't move.

"You still have to move first, sweetheart."

"Oh! Sorry. I'm going." With a quick wave of her hand, she hurried to the bathroom.

Wade caught a glimpse of her gloriously bare back and excellent ass. He held himself perfectly still when what he wanted most was to follow. When Jacqueline disappeared behind the bathroom door, he finally turned. Smiling to himself, he went in search of the kitchen.

### Chapter 5

By late morning, they stood outside the police station. Jac looked up at the building with both worry and fear in her eyes as they waited for Einstein and Bronwyn. "I don't think I can do this," she whispered.

Wade hated the pain in her voice and silently damned John to hell. He turned her to face him, taking both her hands in his. "I'm going to be right beside you. I will not leave you. Not even for a second."

She smiled faintly up at him. "Promise?"

"Promise." He bent down to lay his lips gently on hers.

"Good morning," Bronwyn called out as she and Einstein approached.

Wade returned the greeting before asking, "How was your trip?"

"Uneventful," answered Einstein. "Which is more than you can say."

"That's true," Wade agreed. He bent to kiss Bronwyn's cheek. Held out a hand for Einstein. "I thought you had an appointment with your wedding planner today."

Bronwyn gave a small smile. "We sent Caveman with the deposit check. It was more important for us to be here." She turned toward Jac. "I'm so sorry."

"I should be the one apologizing," Jac insisted. John was a member of my crew. He vandalized Dénouement and jeopardized everyone's safety."

"You are not responsible for another man's behavior," Einstein insisted. His voice left no room for argument.

The four of them entered the building together, Jac's hand tucked firmly in Wade's as he led her inside. As they approached the counter, an officer looked up, smiled. Jac couldn't help but think that the department had chosen him for this job specifically. Slightly overweight, with graying hair and warm blue eyes, his appearance was kind and reassuring.

"May I help you?"

"Bronwyn Barrister and Vincent Lane for Detectives Kaplan and McGill," Einstein announced. "I believe they're expecting us."

While the officer stepped back, Wade moved in close to Jac, his lips to her ear. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. He gave her hand another squeeze as the officer returned and told them to head on back.

"Ms. Barrister. Mr. Lane. Glad you could make it in this morning," greeted Detective Kaplan. He gave a quick nod to Jac and Wade. "Why don't you all have a seat?" He gestured to the chairs opposite his desk. Einstein pulled his chair in snug with Bronwyn's before settling in. Wade mirrored the move, taking Jacqueline's hand in his. "Can I assume that you are here to press formal charges against John McKenzie for breaking and entering?"

"Yes."

Detective Kaplan nodded. "Good. I'll try to make this as painless as possible for everyone. It's all just paperwork really. Why don't we get started?"

As Sullivan parked his car in the lot, he went over the description Bronwyn had given him. He was supposed to look for a woman with fair skin, hazel eyes, and long brown hair. Bronwyn said she was also petite and feminine - pretty. Sullivan scanned the diners in the outdoor café. Knew the moment he found her. She sat alone, head bent to her work, temporarily oblivious to her surroundings. Even as he watched, Sophia checked the time before quickly clearing the table. Tucking everything away into a case at her feet, she leaned back in her chair and tuned back in.

"Excuse me, sir," said the maître d. "Table for two?"

"Oh no. I'm meeting someone. And I see her. Just over there," Sullivan pointed.

"Very good, sir." The gentleman stood aside to let him pass.

He approached her quietly, as was his nature, enjoying the picture she made sitting in the sunshine. "Sophia?" She turned to look up at him. Her eyes were friendly but guarded. "My name is Sullivan Price. I'm here on behalf of Vincent and Bronwyn." The guarded look was replaced by curiosity and concern.

"Has something happened? Is something wrong?"

"Oh no. They're fine." Gesturing to the seat beside her, he added, "May I?"

"Certainly."

He sat quickly as he began to explain. "There was a little... situation at the construction site. They couldn't get away."

"Nothing serious I hope."

"Nothing they can't handle," Sullivan corrected.

With a nod, she held out her hand. "Sophia Campbell - wedding planner."

Sullivan could feel the warmth of her smile as he took her hand gently in his. He couldn't help but notice how small and fragile it was in comparison to his own. How smooth and soft her skin. "Nice to meet you."

"You served with Vincent. Right?"

"Yes, ma'am. The guys call me Caveman," he volunteered proudly.

"And what am I to call you?"

"I think I'll just leave that up to you."

She studied him thoughtfully. He was large and muscular with skin the color of deep, rich mahogany. The way he sat, still and quiet brought to mind images of an animal lying in wait. Sophia remembered what Vincent had said about his friends. They hadn't just served together. They'd all been Navy SEALs together. This meant, by definition, they were intelligent, strong, and ridiculously lethal. Sullivan had the body of an experienced soldier, yet his eyes were kind and friendly. Sophia concentrated on his eyes. "I think I'll stick with Sullivan. If you don't mind."

"Not at all," he smiled. Christ, she was lovely. Long dark hair, red full lips, and eyes the color of aged whiskey. She was petite, soft, and delicate. The kind of woman a man wanted to take care of. Protect. Cherish. Sullivan was instantly intrigued. With a glance he hoped was subtle, he searched Sophia's left hand. Nothing. Not married. Not even engaged. Thank you, God, he thought sincerely. I owe you one. He was smiling when he looked up to find Sophia watching him carefully. Sullivan reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope.

"Vincent and Bronwyn wanted me to make sure that you received their deposit today."

"Well, that was very nice of them. And you," she added with a smile. "But, considering the circumstances, it could have waited until our next appointment." She took the envelope and slipped it into her case.

"They agreed to deliver the deposit to you today. It was important to them to keep their word," Sullivan explained.

"I guess I can understand that."

"Good."

Just then, they were approached by the waiter, menus in hand. Sophia started to explain the situation, when Sullivan interrupted.

"I'd love it if you would join me for lunch."

"Oh. That's not necessary. You don't need to..."

"You're right," he interrupted a second time. His hand reached out to cover hers. "I don't need to. I want to. Please, join me for lunch."

Sophia hesitated for just a moment, before she smiled shyly. "I'd love to."

True to his word, the detective had everyone out of the station in under an hour. Wade was grateful. The longer Jac was there, the paler she became. The transformation was startling and painful to watch. Thanking the detectives one last time, he ushered her outside. After a quick goodbye, Einstein and Bronwyn left. Wade and Jac were alone.

She let the tears come then. Going through the events of the night step-by-step had hurt more than she'd anticipated. Her body shook as Wade pulled her into his arms.

"Let me take you home, baby," he whispered.

"I can't." Jac held on for a moment longer before she stepped back. "I have to tell my mom what's happened. And my brothers." Her eyes filled with tears. "John was one of my father's closest friends. I don't want them to find out about his arrest before I get a chance to explain."

"Let me drive you. Stay with you."

"You don't have to do that. I can handle it myself."

That should be her mantra, Wade thought bitterly. He had news for her, though. The days of her handling things by herself were quickly coming to a close. He smiled softly. "I know you can handle it, Jacqueline. But I still want to be there for you." He took his handkerchief and dried her tears while she thought.

"If you're sure..."

"I'm sure."

"I shouldn't keep letting you do things like this."

Wade turned them toward the parking lot, his arm firmly around her waist. "Things like what?"

"You know. Things like this." Jac's hands waved in frustration. "The whole knight-in shining-armor bit."

"No armor here. Just a man."

"Just my ass! There's nothing 'just' about you."

"Pot callin' kettle, darlin'." He handed her into the car, coming around to join her.

"Um," Jac hesitated. "You should probably know that if you show up with me to visit my mom, she'll probably have a ton of questions."

"I don't have a problem answering questions."

"Some of them are bound to be ridiculously personal," she warned.

"No problem," Wade insisted as he pulled out of the lot, turning the car in the direction Jac pointed. "It's natural for a mom to wonder about the man her daughter is spending time with."

"Spending time with?"

"I thought that sounded more mom-friendly than the man who wants to drag you to bed and make love with you in every anatomical way possible, until we both collapse in exhaustion."

Startled by his honesty, Jac openly gaped at him. Wade flashed her a quick grin. "Although, I'm perfectly open to telling her the truth if you'd prefer."

"No!"

He laughed at that, ridiculously relieved when she joined in. A quick peek showed him that Jac's skin had lost its pallor. Wanting to see more of her smiles, Wade continued to tease and joke with her on the way across town. As he parked in her mom's driveway, he turned to her one last time. "Whatever you need from me, it's yours."

"Thanks."

"I'm only going to ask one thing of you in return. Don't shut me out," he insisted. "I know we've agreed that you can handle this, and damn near everything else in your life, by yourself. I'm not here because you need my help."

"Then why are you here?"

Wade's hand came up to caress Jac's cheek. "Because if you ever decide that, even for a second, you'd be okay with leaning on someone, I want to be that someone." He lowered his mouth to hers. Caught up in each other, they didn't realize that they weren't alone. Jac's mom stood in her doorway, unabashedly watching them. She had never seen a man kiss her only daughter like this – with such care and tenderness. It brought tears to her eyes.

"To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" she called out.

As they climbed out of the car, Mrs. Hughes smiled, pulling her daughter into her arms. Her eyes shifted to Wade. Tall, strong, and undeniably handsome, he was the stuff of fairytales, she thought. And then she looked in his eyes. Courage, intelligence and... something she couldn't quite define. Not the bad boy type, she decided, yet there was still something.

"Wade Mitchell, ma'am," he said as he offered his hand.

"Sarah," she insisted, immediately charmed by his accent.

"Wade works with me at the site, Mom," Jac explained. "He served with Einstein."

Sarah paused, studying her daughter and Wade carefully. "You're here to talk."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then I think we should go inside and call your brothers."

It was late when Wade found himself still worrying about Jacqueline. He hated leaving her alone this afternoon, but she'd insisted. Said she just needed some time alone. Some time to pull herself together. After they'd broken the news to her family, she and Wade had spent another few hours answering questions, both about John and about their relationship. Sarah had been hurt by the news of John's betrayal. Jac's brothers had been furious. And once they had worked their way through the pain and anger, both Sarah and her sons had turned their attention to Wade. They asked him about his past, the team, and how he and Jac had met. Wade remained patient throughout their interrogation, until the topic shifted to his intentions. Then he had simply refused to comment. What he felt for Jacqueline was between the two of them and was not open for discussion. That had pissed off her brothers, again. Jac's mother, on the other hand, had studied him in that way that women do and smiled a soft, secretive smile. After meeting with her family, Jac had asked him to drive her home. Wade tried to talk his way inside as they stood on her doorstep, but she had refused. Now he was alone, unable to sleep and regretting his decision more and more as the minutes ticked by. Jac needed someone to talk to, and if it couldn't be him... Wade grabbed his phone and dialed.

"Preacher."

"Sorry to call you so late," Wade apologized.

"No problem. I was awake anyway. I can't sleep without Anna."

"She's not with you? I was hoping to talk to her."

"I think it's time you got your own woman," Preacher suggested.

"I'm working on it," Wade agreed. "I was hoping Anna would talk to Jac. She wouldn't open up to me this afternoon. And she wouldn't let me stay with her. I don't think she should be alone."

"Well then, you're in luck. Jacqueline's not alone. Anna is staying the night."

Wade couldn't hide his relief. Knew he didn't have to. The guys on the team were closer than brothers. There were no secrets between them.

"How's she doing, Poet? I heard she went to the police station this morning."

"Yeah. And from there, to break the news to her family."

"That couldn't have been easy," Preacher realized.

"No, it wasn't. Her mom's strong, though. She held it together. Brothers are pissed."

"Can't blame them."

"No."

"You sound pretty pissed off yourself."

"Never been anything wrong with your hearing," Wade announced. "John wanted the business for his son, Preacher. He was jealous and angry that it went to Jacqueline. How pathetic is that?"

"Was the son part of it?"

"Still working on that one."

"What's Jac say about it?" He waited, but Wade didn't comment. "You didn't talk to her about your suspicions. Why?"

"Jacqueline and the son were... involved... a few years back."

"And you think if you start looking into the son, that Jac might question your motives."

"Exactly."

"Should she question your motives?"

"Absolutely."

"I'll talk to Einstein," Preacher offered.

"I was really hoping you'd say that."

"Remember. I have a stake in this, too. If the son is part of this, he's also responsible for what happened to Anna."

"I know."

"And if he's responsible, he'll need to be held accountable."

After they disconnected a few minutes later, Wade felt only marginally better. He was relieved that Jac wasn't alone but.... He wanted to be the one she turned to. Not Anna. Unfortunately though, he couldn't appoint himself her confidante. Or her boyfriend. Or her lover. Wade smiled to himself. If he was being completely honest, he could probably seduce his way into her bed. But he wanted more than sex from Jacqueline. Wade wanted her heart.

A little before eight the next morning, after a brutal workout and an icy shower, Wade arrived at Jacqueline's front door. With a deep, steadying breath, he knocked. "You will not grab, snatch, or pounce," he insisted. "You are here to be supportive." Reasonably sure of himself, Wade smiled as Jac opened the door. That smile faltered at the sight of her. In a fitted t-shirt and short-shorts, she looked healthy and fit. She also looked curvy and outrageously sexy. "I brought croissants," he mumbled.

Jac smiled. "I've got the coffee to go with." She stepped aside to let him enter. Knowing that he couldn't pass that close without reaching out, Wade gestured for her to go first. Mistake, he realized, as soon as he caught sight of the way the shorts hugged her bottom. He pinned his eyes to the back of her head as she led him to a sunny breakfast nook. After organizing coffee, juice, and fruit, Jac joined him at the table.

"How are you this morning?" he asked quietly.

She took a minute to consider before she answered. Wade saw pain flash sharp before she controlled it. "I'm okay," she finally answered. "I haven't quite made it to pissed off yet. Maybe I'll feel better when I do."

"Right now, I think I'm pissed off enough for both of us." She smiled his favorite smile again, soft and sweet. "And Anna?"

"Headed out first thing this morning. She and Preacher are spending the day with his second family."

Wade nodded and sipped. "So... what are your plans for the day?"

"Yard work. I need something physical and mindless. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah." Thinking of his morning workout, he added, "Sometimes it helps to sweat it out."

"Exactly." Jac leaned back in her chair as her eyes drifted to the window.

"Would you like some company?" She turned to him. Pretended to weigh her options.

"Why? It's not because you feel sorry for me. Is it?" Her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and disgust. "I'm not interested in pity. It's a wasted emotion."

"I agree," Wade reassured her. "I'm not here because I feel sorry for you. I'm here because I want to be with you, close to you. I believe I've made that clear." Jac blushed prettily. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a chance to steal a kiss or two. Touch you. Taste you. No more and no less than what you're prepared to give." He took one of her hands in his. "Does that answer your question?"

Jac smiled. "Yeah. And thanks. I think if I had to spend today alone, I'd start thinking too much." She gave his hand a squeeze. "I think you're just what I need."

Wade smiled, thinking that needing him was an excellent place to start.

They divided the chores, Wade mowing while Jac weeded. He felt he had chosen wisely, when he realized he could look his fill without her catching him. And when he took a break at the halfway mark, and she brought him something cool to drink, Wade couldn't help noticing that Jac smelled of sunshine and earth. Without hesitation, he bent down to kiss her. Her lips were cool, soft, and inviting. With a shaky breath, he stepped back.

"Front yard?" he asked in a whisper.

Not trusting herself to speak, Jac nodded. Damn, but the man sure could kiss. He warmed her. Filled her. Made every thought in her head fade into the background until there was only the two of them. And that was dangerous she told herself. "Front yard," she finally repeated. "I'll just grab my tools." As Wade turned the first corner, Jac took a moment to regroup. She had rules, she reminded herself. Never get involved with a co-worker. And never, under any circumstances, get involved with a man who was in love with someone else. While Jac might be tempted to overlook Wade's status as her co-worker, to pretend he didn't have feelings for Bronwyn would almost certainly guarantee disaster. She wasn't willing to risk it. Instead, Jac went back to work and let her mind wander back to Dénouement and the plans she and Anna were collaborating on for the upstairs. Einstein and Bronwyn were anxious to move in after their wedding. By Jac's calculations, that meant the team had a little less than seven months to rehab the kitchen and the master bedroom and bath. Those were the minimum requirements. Anna was also making plans to have the great room ready as well. And, of course, Jac had to talk to someone from the team about security. She knew that they began a threat assessment and a proposal when her troubles started. She wasn't sure how far they had gotten, though. She put that conversation on her mental list for Monday. When she heard the mower stop unexpectedly, Jac turned to see a car pulling into her driveway.

"Shit!" she hissed under her breath. Ryan McKenzie. She shouldn't be surprised to see him. She had known that once they pressed charges against his father, it was only a matter of time before he confronted her. Jac had thought it through, though. Prepared herself as best she could. Now it was time to face him. Ex colleague. Ex friend. Ex lover. Years ago, Ryan had betrayed her and broken her heart. It seemed it was time for Jac to return the favor.

### Chapter 6

Wade saw him step out of the car - blond, tall, one hundred and eighty pounds. He took in Wade's presence with one angry glare, dismissed him, and honed in on Jacqueline. Mistake, Wade thought as he moved to intercept. Big mistake. It only took one quick look at Jac to confirm the identity of their guest. John's son, Ryan McKenzie.

"You must be Mitchell," McKenzie stated flatly.

"I am."

"Then I'll deal with you later." Ryan shifted his attention to Jacqueline. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"About?"

"Don't fuck with me, Jac."

Wade stepped between them, fast and silent. "You're going to want to watch your mouth, McKenzie."

Ryan took a moment to reconsider the man in front of him. He remembered what his father had called him. Jacqueline's watchdog. His father had also mentioned something about Mitchell having been in the military. It showed. While his voice was deceptively calm, his body was coiled, ready to attack. Or defend. Ryan was certain the man could and would do either at a moment's notice. So it would be in his own best interest if he kept his own anger in check and just dealt with the facts. With a quick nod to Wade, he turned back to Jac. "You had my father arrested."

"He broke into my job site last night."

"He said he was just checking to make sure the place was secure."

"He lied."

"Dammit Jac!" Ryan yelled.

Wade took a step forward, forcing Ryan back. "Jacqueline is telling you the truth."

"I'm not asking you."

"That's just too damn bad. Now isn't it? Since you can't seem to keep a civil tongue in your head, you can deal directly with me. I was there last night. I know what happened." Ryan gritted his teeth, but remained silent. "At the end of the work day, I patrolled and secured the site. Every square inch. All the doors and windows were locked. Nothing was out of place. During the evening, I patrolled twice more. Each time, I found no evidence that Jacqueline and I weren't alone. We went to bed at eleven-ten. The night was uneventful, until I heard an intruder at three-twenty. At that point, I woke Jacqueline. We found the intruder, John McKenzie, in the children's room with a can of paint."

"Which he says was there when he arrived."

"It wasn't."

"You can't prove that."

"No. We can't," Jacqueline admitted. "But the odds are on our side. You can search my supplies and receipts. There isn't a single paint on site that matches the one found last night. Not in color or type. Added to that, the only fingerprints on the can belong to your father." She paused as Ryan digested the information.

"Apparently, that was enough evidence to convince the police that your father did indeed bring the paint with him when he broke in last night," Wade added.

"My father did not break in," Ryan continued to insist. "He saw your light and stopped to investigate."

"The light was off," Jac said quietly. "It was the middle of the night. We were asleep."

Ryan looked from Wade to Jacqueline. "Together. I'm sure." Her eyes widened in shock as Wade's went cold and hard.

"Your father left me no choice, Ryan," Jac explained. "He hurt Anna and endangered my men."

"You could have convinced the owners to fire him instead of pressing charges."

"No. I couldn't. Not and lived with myself."

"And you can live with sending him to jail?"

"Everything that is happening now, is your father's own doing. He sabotaged the stairs and waited days to see what would happen. Who would get hurt. He didn't care that it was Anna. He showed no remorse when she fell." Jac's tears fell silently ripping at Wade as she continued. "Anna could have broken her neck, Ryan. Any of us could have been seriously injured. Your father simply didn't care."

"That's not true, Jac," Ryan pleaded, reaching for her in desperation.

Jac took a step back.

"Don't," Wade hissed. "Your hands don't touch her. Not for any reason."

With a low, frustrated growl, Ryan acknowledged the order. "You know my father, Jac. Hell, you've known him since we were kids. He couldn't do this."

"He admitted everything," Wade pointed out. "He wanted to discredit Jacqueline and her crew."

"He said that?"

"He thinks I'm a joke," Jac explained bitterly. "And I don't deserve my father's company."

"Fuck!" Ryan swore. "How the hell did this happen? How did it ever get this far?"

"Meaning?"

"I knew how my dad felt about you running your dad's company," he explained to Jac. "He didn't exactly make it a secret."

"Yet he continued to work for Jacqueline," Wade pointed out. "You didn't think that was odd?"

Ryan shrugged. "I guess I never thought about it."

"Really? You never wondered, even for a minute, why your father continued to work for a woman he resented."

"I told you. I never thought about it," Ryan insisted.

"Maybe because you already knew," Wade suggested. "Maybe because you two were in this together."

"Fuck you!" Ryan hissed. "I'm telling you. I didn't know anything about what my father was doing."

"Unfortunately, that's too hard to believe," murmured Jac. "I know how close the two of you are. And, you forget, you made your own feelings perfectly clear when we broke up. You said my father had no business leaving his company to me. That without you to guide me, I'd run it into the ground within the first year."

"I was angry. I didn't know what I was saying."

"Somehow I doubt that. I think you knew exactly what you were saying then. Just as you knew exactly what was happening now. Whether you were involved directly or not, we may never know. But, at the very least, you let it happen."

"You have no proof of that."

"I don't need proof to recognize the kind of man you are. You and your father are cut from the same cloth."

"You little bitch..." Ryan started.

Wade stepped up and into him. "Not one more word," he hissed. "Or so help me God, I'll give you reason to have me arrested."

"I'm not finished here!"

"Trust me. You are. You can leave willingly or I can help you. Either way works for me." Wade's smile was humorless and cold.

Ryan studied him for a moment. Anger and frustration hovered in the air. With one last look at Jacqueline, he turned to go.

Wade watched Ryan leave, his body rigid, his face expressionless. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt like this. Furious. Hurt. Impotent. His hands clenched into fists as his took a deep breath and held it. He had to keep it together. He couldn't afford to play the role of jealous lover, not when there was so much at stake. Wade still wasn't convinced that Ryan was innocent in this. If he and his father were as close as Jac said, then this might not be over.

"How much time do you need?" he asked quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"The yard."

"Oh. Um. Fifteen minutes should do it."

"Then I suggest we finish first." With that, Wade walked away, leaving Jac gaping after him.

Thirty minutes later, they had settled on the patio, glasses of iced tea, and a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies between them. "I realize you're probably hungry," Jac began. "I could make lunch, if you'd like."

"I would," Wade smiled. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees, his hands reaching for hers. "After we talk."

"About Ryan."

His jaw twitched. He couldn't help it. Just hearing the man's name on Jacqueline's lips was enough to make him... "Yes," Wade finally answered. "McKenzie. And what he told us about John."

"You don't believe that Ryan is telling the truth."

"What I believe isn't important. What is important to me is what you believe."

Jac took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly before finally admitting, "I think Ryan knew exactly what John was up to. And he did nothing to stop him."

Wade nodded, but didn't comment. "You and McKenzie were... involved?"

"Yes. Over a year ago. For a few months."

"And it didn't end well." Wade felt Jac tense under his hands before she answered.

"No. Not well."

"Will you tell me about it?"

Jac studied him carefully. "Who's asking? The SEAL... or the man?"

He winced. "I thought I was being subtle."

She laughed at that. "You told him not to touch me."

"And I meant it." Wade kissed her, warm and wet. Once, twice, before pulling back. "Tell me what happened."

Jac gave his hands a quick squeeze before she stood. If she was going to try to explain this, she needed to do it on her feet. "I guess I should go back to the beginning. Lay the foundation, so to speak." Wade nodded but remained silent, hoping to ease the awkwardness for both of them. "Ryan started working with my dad's construction crew when we were still teenagers. He worked summers and weekends. That's how we first met. The summer of our junior year in high school. I needed some extra money for a class trip. My dad let me work with the guys. I was surprised to discover that I actually enjoyed rehabbing. And I seemed to have a real knack for it. Unlike Ryan though, I only worked with the crew a few months each year. Every summer through the rest of high school and college. Ryan chose not to go to college. He stayed to work for my dad instead. During those years, he and I dated, sort of. Nothing serious. Nothing exclusive. Until after I graduated from college, that is. Ryan and I started seeing a great deal of each other then. Working together five days a week. Spending all our spare time together. I think everyone expected it to last."

"Did you?"

"Honestly, looking back, I'm not sure that I did." She turned to face him. "You know how people who are in love say they can't imagine how they ever lived without the other person?" She waited for his nod. "I didn't feel that way about Ryan."

Meaning, she hadn't been in love with him, Wade thought. Thank God! He didn't think he could handle hearing that Ryan had been the love of her life. The one who broke her heart. Wade would much rather hear that Ryan turned out to be a prick and that she'd cut his sorry ass out of her life. "So you ended it?" he prompted.

"Not immediately. Not until after my dad died and my mom asked me to take over the company. That's when everything started to change. The differences were subtle at first. Ryan gave advice constantly. Offering to handle the orders. Then payroll. And finally the men. All in the name of helping me. He gradually and systematically tried to take over. And then he took it one step too far. He fired one of the crew without even discussing it with me. When I asked him why he would do such a thing, he told me not to worry about it. That there had been a problem and he had taken care of it. Needless to say, I was pissed. I told him he had no authority to hire and fire members of my crew. If he wanted to make suggestions, fine. But anything more than that, would not be tolerated. I'm sure you can imagine what came next. Lots of yelling, accusations, grievances, etc. The end result was that he admitted that my father never should have left the company to me. He should have left it to someone who was more qualified. Someone who had demonstrated his skill and allegiance."

"Namely him."

"Exactly. And as naive as I was, I never saw it coming. I really thought he cared about me and that he wanted to help me keep my father's dream alive. When, in reality, Ryan only wanted the company for himself."

"That's not all he wanted," Wade said quietly. "I saw the way he looked at you."

"Meaning?" she asked carefully.

He moved to stand in front of her. "McKenzie wants more than just your company. He wants you, Jacqueline." His hand came up to cup her face. "Trust me. I know the look."

Jac shook her head as she answered. "It doesn't matter what Ryan thinks he wants. He can't have me."

Wade smiled. "No. He can't."

"Possessive much?"

"Apparently."

"Not to burst your bubble here or anything. But I haven't said you can have me either."

"But you will."

"You sound awfully sure of yourself."

Wade wrapped his arms around her, pulling Jac in until her body was molded intimately to his. "Not sure of myself, darlin'. Sure of this." He covered her mouth with his, teasing and tempting until she opened for him. On a moan, he swept inside. Tongues tangled. Mated. Wade could feel the heat of it sweep through him. He wanted Jac. Every thought, every emotion, every inch. Of their own volition, his hands drew her closer as they moved, until she was wrapped up tight. And still, it wasn't enough.

Jac groaned as Wade's mouth burned a path down her neck, his tongue and teeth tasting as it went. She should stop him she thought, even as she arched her neck. One more kiss, she decided. Just one more. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, slowly guiding Wade's mouth back to hers.

The need for Jacqueline was staggering as it pulled at him. It made him hard and edgy until all he could think of was the taste of her skin. The feel of her body under his hands. The hot, wet heat of... Jesus! He had to stop. This couldn't happen now. Wade pulled his mouth from hers and stepped back. He watched Jac through hooded eyes, as they stood gasping and struggling for composure. The provocative outline of her nipples against the t-shirt she wore had his hands fisting at his sides. He wanted his mouth there.

Noticing the track of his eyes, Jac gasped. She spun away from him quickly, but not fast enough to hide her mortification.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," he whispered. "You have no idea what it does to me, to see you like this. Aroused and needy." When Jac didn't comment, Wade stepped close, pulling her back against him. His own state of arousal was obvious now. "You're not the only one suffering here." His hands settled on her hips as he tightened his hold. "I want you Jacqueline. In ways I never could have imagined before I met you."

"But not today."

"No. Not today."

Jac expelled a ragged breath. "Then... how about that lunch I promised?"

"I'd like nothing better."

"Liar!"

Wade laughed, long and loud. "An expression, honey. Just an expression." Taking Jac's hand in his, he led her into the lobby.

"Can I ask you a question," Jac murmured as they stepped inside.

"Anything."

She made a face at that. "Um. Wouldn't you rather be involved with a woman who was more... feminine?"

The last word was said in little more than a whisper. If Wade hadn't been listening so carefully, he would have missed it entirely. Jac kept her face turned away from his as she fidgeted nervously.

"Feminine?" he repeated gently. "You actually think you're not feminine?"

"No. I'm definitely feminine. I have all the obligatory girl parts."

"Yeah. I noticed," Wade teased. "But if you feel the need to strip down right here to prove your point, I'll be happy to double check. Just to be sure."

"That's very considerate of you."

"I try."

Jac laughed, relieving some of her embarrassment. "What I meant was, wouldn't you rather have a girlfriend who was more into makeup and nightclubs and less into wood and power tools. The kind of woman who could never be mistaken for one of the guys."

"You honestly think that people see you as one of the guys?"

Jac shrugged. "How could they not? I spend ninety percent of my time in jeans and t-shirts, covered in sweat, paint, and sawdust. You can't seriously expect me to believe that I'm the kind of woman men are attracted to."

"I don't know about men in general. Don't really care either. They're on their own."

"Okay. Not men in general," she revised. "Just you."

Startled by her honesty, Wade could only stop and stare for a moment. How could this intelligent, compassionate, strong, sexy woman be insecure? How could she not see that she was absolutely amazing? "I'm not going to lie to you, Jacqueline. In the past, I've gone for the beautiful but empty-headed type. What man hasn't? And I've been involved with my fair share of SEAL groupies." She winced at that. "I feel compelled to point out though, not a single one of those relationships lasted more than a few weeks. They were based on immediate gratification. Nothing more."

"So you thought you'd try your luck with someone more like me?"

Wade shook his head. "That implies a conscious decision. What I feel for you is different. It's more than simple attraction." He reached out to run one finger down the length of her jaw. "It's a... compulsion. A vicious need to be connected to you in every way possible."

"Doesn't that scare you?" Jac wondered.

Wade shook his head. "No. It doesn't scare me. It excites me." He studied her for a moment before adding quietly. "I have a feeling you might be exactly what I need in my life." Wade didn't miss the shock and near panic that crept into Jac's eyes at his words. "But..." he added before she could interrupt, "What I need more right now is a shower. Do you suppose I could borrow yours?"

"Oh. Um," Jac stammered. "A shower? Sure. I guess. No problem."

Wade smiled. "I'll just grab my pack first."

"Exactly what he needs in his life?" Jac hissed later as she stood in the shower. Jesus! Didn't he have any idea how badly this could backfire? Great sex wasn't worth losing everything. Her client was Wade's best friend. Therefore, it made sense that if she got involved with Wade, and it ended badly, she would be jeopardizing her job. She would lose the largest and most lucrative project of her career. She would disappoint her crew, her family, and herself. Jac shook her head as she turned off the water and stepped out. As tempting as Wade was, she didn't know if she could take the risk. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, frustrated and discouraged. There were no easy answers. Perhaps, no answers at all. Shaking off the mood, she wrapped a towel around her body, opened the bathroom door, and came face to face with Wade.

"This is my bedroom," she stated unnecessarily.

"Yeah." He tried not to stare, but the towel Jacqueline was using barely covered her breasts... or her... Wade swallowed hard, clenching his teeth to keep from saying something he shouldn't.

"And?" Jac fidgeted nervously. She was virtually naked and Wade was smiling at her as if he'd just won the lottery. Wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans, the muscles in his arms, chest, and abs were enough to make her mouth water. Her hands wanted to touch and stroke.

"Um. Einstein called. He invited everyone to dinner tonight. The whole team. He wants to discuss what's been happening."

"Crap. That can't be good."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that I wouldn't blame him if he changed his mind and cut me loose. I've brought him nothing but grief since the start of the project."

"That's not true. You and your crew have done incredible work on the bookstore. Einstein knows that. Values that. He's not about to fire you because of something that's not your fault."

"At some point, even he has to reach his limit."

"I assure you, that day is not today." Wade's eyes traveled over her. Slowly. Deliberately. "I, on the other hand, have reached the proverbial end of my rope." His hand reached out to cup her face. When Jac stepped back, he smiled, accepting the challenge. Wade moved in close again. With one hand, he held her chin. The other rested on the small of her back.

"I don't think this is such a good idea," Jac protested.

"I disagree." His mouth was just inches from hers. "As far as ideas go, this is absolutely one of my best." Wade's mouth captured hers.

And despite what she told herself, Jac responded. Her hands, which had been clinging to the towel, flattened against Wade's chest. She could feel his heart beating hard as his mouth began to move over her skin. Across her cheek and down her throat. She groaned, arching into him.

"Let me have you," he whispered seductively. "Please, Jacqueline." Moving quickly now, Wade pulled at the towel hiding her from view. When she stood naked before him, his eyes roamed over her. His hands stroked, memorizing, as his mouth found its way back to hers. "I want you. Under me," Wade insisted. "This first time." He carried her to the bed, lowered her, and followed.

He absorbed her groan. Heard her sigh as she accepted the weight of him. His body ached for hers. A fierce mixture of pleasure and pain, until the ache escalated into hunger. Wade wanted Jacqueline hot and tight around him. But God! He needed to taste her first. He shifted down her body, his lips closing over one nipple, drawing it into his mouth, teasing her mercilessly. His hands sought out vulnerabilities as they slid across her skin. "Christ! So soft," he sighed as his mouth traveled from one breast to the other. "Hot." He used his tongue to draw circles around and around her nipple, before pulling it into his mouth, suckling. Jacqueline arched into him as she moaned. Then her breath caught as he bit down. Her hands clung to him, nails digging in. Suddenly impatient, he backed away from her and off the bed. Wade's eyes stayed locked on Jac's as she watched him undress. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" he whispered. Before she could answer, there was a knock on the front door. Wade froze, years of training fighting against the all-consuming need that ripped and sliced at him.

### Chapter 7

"We have to answer it," Jac insisted. "It might be important."

"Nothing is more important than this moment," Wade argued. The visitor knocked a second time.

"Whoever it is, knows we're here. Both our cars are parked out front."

Wade swore ripely and reached for his jeans. "Fine. But if it's one of those clipboard people, I will not be held responsible for my actions." Wade was still muttering as he headed up the short hall. There was a third knocking spree as he approached the door. "You're a persistent SOB. Aren't you?" Throwing the bolt, he swung the door wide, coming face to face with Jacqueline's mother. Every intelligent thought that Wade had ever had evaporated, leaving him mute.

With only the slightest of hesitations, Mrs. Hughes smiled. "Good morning, Wade." Judging by the fact that he wore no shirt and that his jeans were zipped but not buttoned, it was clear she had interrupted... something.

He cleared his throat. "Ma'am."

"I trust my daughter is here with you."

"Um. Yes. She is," he stuttered.

"Then perhaps I could come in and see her?"

"Shit! Of course. I mean..." Wade took a second to collect himself. "Excuse me, ma'am. What I meant to say was please, come in." He showed Mrs. Hughes to the living room. "I'll just get Jacqueline. We've been working in the yard this morning and thought we'd grab a shower before lunch." His eyes went wide as he realized what he had said. "I mean, we each had a shower. A separate shower." Wade stared at the floor, swearing under his breath, as an awkward silence filled the air. "Um. I'll just get Jac now. Excuse me." Crap. He couldn't have made that any worse if he'd been trying. Now Jac's mother thought... Shit! He didn't want to know what she thought. "Jacqueline?" he called as he hurried into the bedroom. The bed was empty, but the rumpled sheets were testimony to what they'd almost done.

"Please, tell me I didn't just hear my mother out there," Jac whispered anxiously.

"I am never answering your door again. Jesus! Your mom thinks I was seducing you in the shower!"

"That's not funny Wade."

"You bet your sweet ass, it isn't funny. I stood there; half dressed I might add, gaping at her like... Jesus!" He hurried to the bathroom to grab a clean shirt.

Jac dressed quickly, in jeans and a t-shirt. As she brushed out her hair, sanity slowly began to return. And with it, a lot of anger. She had made a conscious decision to keep her distance where Wade was concerned, so how the hell had she ended up in bed with him? It was those damn eyes of his, she decided. Deep, hot and dangerous. Then, of course, there was that face. So unbelievably handsome it was almost ridiculous. And let's not forget the accent. She groaned just at the thought of it. Slow and sweet. Jac tossed her hairbrush on the counter. Swearing inwardly, she rolled her eyes and turned around to face Wade.

"Okay. Let's do this," she announced.

Wade grimaced but nodded nonetheless.

"Smile. Heads held high. We have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Speak for yourself," he muttered as they started up the hall.

"There you are," Mrs. Hughes greeted as Jac and Wade stepped into the room. "I'm sorry I didn't call first, sweetie. I just wanted to see you. Make sure you're alright."

Jac leaned forward to give her mother a quick hug. "Moms never have to call first. You can stop by whenever you like. You know that. And, as you can now see for yourself, I'm fine."

Mrs. Hughes studied Jac for a moment before commenting. "I can also see what you're trying to hide from me. The disappointment. The anger."

"Busted," Wade teased.

"I'm fine, Mom," Jac started to explain. She stopped short when her mother held up her hand for silence.

"You've always worked through your problems on your own, Jacqueline. Even when you were little. I can respect that."

Jac raised on eyebrow in doubt.

"I can," Mrs. Hughes insisted. "And to prove it to you both, I'm going to change the subject." She smiled, clearly proud of herself. "Wade tells me you two have been doing some work in the yard this morning."

Jac couldn't help but smile as she answered. "Yes. He showed up unexpectedly. Checking up on me too."

"When Jacqueline told me her plans, I offered to help," Wade explained.

"And now that he's done his part, I need to do mine. I promised him lunch in return for all his hard work." Jac smiled hesitantly up at Wade.

"Personally, I think I'm getting the better end of this deal," he teased. "Won't you stay and join us for lunch, Mrs. Hughes?"

"Yes. I think I will. But only if you remember to call me Sarah."

Wade smiled. "Of course. Sarah."

Hours later, after they'd finished lunch and her mother had gone, Jac settled into the sofa with Wade and a cup of her favorite tea. She was happy to admit that even after the somewhat unorthodox beginning; the visit with her mother had actually gone quite well. They had all been careful to avoid the subject of John, his son, and the arrest. Her mom had even managed to rein in her own curiosity and not ask any questions about their relationship. Although, she did ask Wade about his family, his education, and his current occupation. Jac couldn't help thinking that there was a moment or two when her mom sounded as if she was conducting an interview instead of making conversation. Jac had to give Wade credit. Never once did he balk or evade. Even when her mother pushed the boundaries of privacy.

"I appreciate you putting up with my mom's endless questions."

"No problem. I figure she's entitled."

"Maybe. But if she gets too nosey, I expect you to put her in her place. Gently. But firmly."

"Will do." Wade pulled her into his arms. "Now, kiss me goodbye before I go."

"Goodbye?"

"Yeah. There's something I need to do for a client. It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. I'll be back in plenty of time for us to go to dinner with the team."

"And you want a kiss?"

"Oh yeah. The kind of kiss that'll keep me thinking of you all afternoon."

"I think I can handle that."

"I'm sure you can," Wade murmured just as Jac pulled his mouth down to meet hers. He expected the kiss to echo the hunger and need they'd felt earlier. Instead, Jacqueline took her time, slowly taking them deeper and deeper until Wade could have sworn he felt his soul shudder. His hands were shaking as he pulled back to study her eyes. "Christ," he whispered. Jac started to make a joke of it, but Wade was already taking them under again, his mouth slowly making love to hers. The need was still there. Wade could taste it just below the service. But there was so much more now. He couldn't quite define it. But it had him tightening his hold, dragging Jacqueline even closer. And still his mouth never left hers.

This was not what either of them expected, Jac realized. She had only intended to kiss Wade goodbye. But this? This was no simple parting kiss. It was a hell of a lot more than that. And she needed to put a stop to it. Now. She pushed against Wade's shoulders. He ignored her as his hand slipped under her shirt to find the warm skin of her back. Jac pushed again. And then a third time, before Wade finally, reluctantly let her go and stepped back.

"Was that the kind of kiss you were looking for?" she joked.

"No," Wade answered honestly. "I think it's safe to say that I got much more than I bargained for."

Jac cocked her head at him but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to elaborate. "Well then, you should probably go meet your client."

"Oh. Yeah." He hesitated, watching her carefully, before he continued. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Sounds good."

Jac watched as Wade backed out of the drive and pulled off. Even when he was out of sight, she remained where she was. Watching. Thinking. There had been something in that last kiss they shared. She was sure of it. Just as she was sure that Wade felt it too. He had looked positively stunned when he left. No less than what she was feeling. Jac was afraid that whatever it was, it was about to complicate everything. She already regretted that they had almost slept together. Now this. She gritted her teeth angrily. It was time for her to shorten the leash on her hormones, and remember that she had a project to run. Einstein and Bronwyn were counting on her. Not to mention Anna. If she screwed this up just because of sex, she'd never forgive herself.

Jac enjoyed dinner with the team. It was interesting to watch the men interact. The connection was strong between them. It reverberated through every word and action. Born from years of facing death together. Depending on one another, not just for friendship, but also for survival. Wade had been right about the women too. Bronwyn and Anna were as much a part of the team as any of the men. Trusted and cherished. But while the men loved them both, there was an extra layer of respect for Bronwyn. Jac wasn't sure what it meant. She made a mental note to ask Wade about it the next time they were alone.

"Coffee, Jac?" Bronwyn offered as they sat around the table after dinner.

"Yes, please. Thanks." She smiled up at Bronwyn as she poured. Jac was always stunned by the quiet beauty and undeniable strength that her client and new friend seemed to exude. And she would always be grateful for the support that Bronwyn had given Anna when she and Preacher were struggling.

Once the coffee had made the rounds, Einstein settled at the head of the table with Bronwyn on his right and Jac to his left. After one last look at the team, he began. "Bronwyn and I asked you all here tonight because we need to discuss the latest events involving Dénouement. We all know that, because of Jacqueline and Poet's diligence, John McKenzie was arrested early Saturday morning. He was charged with breaking and entering and vandalism. There are additional charges pending regarding Anna's accident."

Jac watched the muscle in Preacher's jaw twitch. Anna reached out to lay a soothing hand on his arm.

"While McKenzie's arrest will certainly improve the safety conditions at the site, we need to decide, as a team, what out next steps will be."

"If any," Caveman pointed out.

"That's true," Einstein agreed. "Everyone in this room," he paused to let his eyes travel around the table. "Everyone in this room has an equal say in what we do next. And if the consensus is that we do nothing, then we do nothing."

"In that case, I need to say my peace," Preacher commented softly.

Jac watched him as he took a minute to collect his thoughts. She couldn't help but flash back to the day they met and her initial impression of him. It was his appearance that had struck her first. As she had gotten to know him better, through Anna, she learned he was a man of strength and honor. He possessed a quiet distinction that was both remarkable and mysterious.

"I know you all understand that John McKenzie caused Anna's accident."

"But I'm okay now," Anna quickly pointed out.

"Yes, you are, baby," Preacher smiled softly. "But I'm sure the men will understand when I say that's not my point. McKenzie jeopardized your safety." He looked up at Jac. "As well as your safety and the safety of everyone in your crew."

"Yes," she nodded.

"And I know pressing charges against a man you considered to be a friend had to have been more difficult than any of us here can possibly imagine."

"It had to be done."

"Yes."

"So what are you saying Preacher?" Einstein asked.

His eyes found Einstein's and held. "I can't have Anna hurt again."

"Neither can I," Jac agreed. "So I suggest," she looked from Preacher to Einstein. "You guys do whatever it is you do until we can be sure that John was alone in this."

"You understand what that means?" Wade asked gently. "We will conduct in-depth investigations on every member of your crew. We'll look into every aspect of their lives. As well as the lives of John McKenzie and his family. Nothing will be considered off limits. Nothing will be sacred."

"I understand."

"There will be no secrets."

"I get it, Wade. You guys will dig into everything."

"Everything." He watched carefully for her reaction as he continued. "Even your past relationship with the McKenzies."

She grimaced. "You mean Ryan." Wade nodded. "I think we all know that we need to do everything we can to make sure he's not a part of this." She watched as one by one, each person nodded in agreement.

Einstein bent down to study Jac's face. It was clear he was searching for something. "Are you sure?" he whispered for her ears only.

"I am."

Finally satisfied, he stood again. "Okay. Now that we've settled that... It's time to get organized. Hollywood, your job is background on John McKenzie. I want to know everything. Absolutely everything. Caveman, you've got the son, Ryan McKenzie. Same deal."

Caveman glanced at Jacqueline in alarm before he caught himself.

"Good luck with that," murmured Wade.

"Poet, I want you and Preacher to work your way through the bars. See if you can find out where these guys hang out."

"I can help you with that," volunteered Jac.

"Good. Make some friends boys. Get a feel for what it's like to work for this guy. Rumor is his crew doesn't like him. That's part of the reason Bronwyn and I didn't want to work with him."

"Only one of the reasons?" Wade encouraged. "Anything else you care to share for the good of the cause?"

Einstein glanced at Bronwyn. She gave an almost imperceptible nod that had him turning back to his team. "I was at lunch with a client a few months ago when McKenzie dropped by our table. Somehow, he knew that I had just purchased the building for Dénouement. Knew I had plans to rehab and refurbish it into a bookstore. For my fiancé. Told me right then and there that he was interested in working on the project."

"Cocky bastard," Hollywood observed.

Einstein nodded. "We spoke for maybe ten minutes."

"Impressions?"

"Egotistical. Arrogant. Entitled. In a nutshell - I didn't like him." He turned to Jac. "I'm sorry if that bothers you. I..."

But she was already waving her hand to stop him. "Don't apologize. It's not necessary. The relationship I had with Ryan was over a long time ago. We're two very different people now."

"Fair enough." Directing his attention to Wade, Einstein added. "I also want you to keep your job at Dénouement."

"Understood."

"For the time being, let's keep all our precautions in place. Poet keeps his job. We take turns camping out at the site at night. And..." He took a deep breath before he continued. "At least one of us will be with Jacqueline at all times."

"What? You can't be serious?" laughed Jac. "I've known these men since before I could swing a hammer. And now you're trying to tell me that they're... What? Dangerous?"

"Jac," Wade warned.

"No! He's trying to tell me that I can't be alone with my own crew!"

"Not that you can't," he clarified quietly. "That you shouldn't."

"Why do you get to make that decision?" she demanded from Einstein. "You don't know my men! Apart from ten minutes of introductions, you've never spent more than a few seconds with them!"

"Jacqueline," Wade pleaded a second time, but with a quick jerk of his head, Einstein silenced him.

"My men are not dangerous!" Jac insisted angrily. "None of them would ever hurt me. Or anyone else for that matter."

"Someone's already been hurt," Anna spoke softly.

"By your men," Preacher added.

Wade saw pain flash in Jacqueline's eyes, seconds before they filled and her skin paled. "Um," she began, raking an unsteady hand through her hair. "I'm sorry. Um. I shouldn't have..." Her breath shuddered out as she tried to reign in her emotions. Without another word, Jacqueline turned to go. She rushed out to the patio, Wade following close behind her.

"Jacqueline?" Wade asked quietly as soon as the door was shut behind them.

"I'm okay," Jac insisted. She stood with her back to the house, tears coming in earnest now. "I just need a few minutes. Alone."

"Well, that's too bad now. Isn't it?" He swung her around to face him. "I'm not about to leave you alone when you're upset."

"I'm fine. I can handle it."

"Dammit Jac! No one's asking you to handle it. Jesus!" He paced away angrily only to turn back. "This situation is ripping you apart! Do you think I can't see that? Do you think I can't feel it?"

Jac was speechless now. Eyes wide. Heart racing.

Wade grabbed her upper arms to hold her still. "You can't keep shutting me out. You need someone to help you through all of this." He tilted her face up to his. "You need me."

"I can take care..."

Angry again, he pushed away from her. "Fuck you, Jac! You act as if there's some rule that says you have to do this all by yourself! Christ!" He looked back at her, saw the shock, and hurt on her face. Swore viciously. "You don't have to stand alone all the time, baby," he whispered. "You need to trust someone." Leaning, he laid his lips gently on hers. Tasted her tears. Felt her tremble. Wade wanted desperately to pull her into his arms. To wrap Jacqueline up tight until the pain eased. But he refused to harass her into accepting him. She had to be the one to take the first step.

Instead, she turned away from him. Her eyes drawn back to the sunset. Wade stood silent. Waiting. "I'm not very good at this."

He stepped closer. Until his chest brushed lightly against her back. "Good at what?" he whispered.

"Trusting someone enough."

"Enough?"

He heard her breathe deep. "Enough to lean." She wrapped her arms around her body. "I've gotten very good at being alone."

Wade's lips brushed her ear. "You're not alone anymore, Jacqueline." He turned her to face him again. "I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her softly. "I thought I made myself clear." His hands came up to cup her face. "I want you." Then his mouth was on hers, warm, wet, and firm. With one hand, he pulled her close. The other searched for skin. They both moaned as Wade pushed one of his knees intimately between her thighs. What began as comfort slipped passed the point of reason. Hands bruised. Tongues and teeth devoured.

Wade swore as he tore his mouth from hers. "Christ woman! You could kiss a man blind!" His lips brushed her forehead as he pulled back just enough to look down at her. She had color in her cheeks now. And her lips were swollen from his mouth. He couldn't help but groan. "We should probably go back inside. Before I forget why it's important to think with my head and not with my..."

Jac laughed.

"You think that's funny? Do you?"

"Oh yeah." She laughed again. "You looked so... pained."

Wade's eyes reduced to slits even as he laughed. "It's not funny," he insisted.

"Actually, I think it might be."

He kissed her soundly. "Shut up, Jac."

After a more than slightly awkward apology, Jac settled back into her seat, and listened to the discussion continue around her. She had to admit she was impressed by the professionalism and thoroughness of the team. They didn't leave any question unanswered. Any suggestion unexplored. It was easy for her to see the soldiers they must have been.

"I think it's time for dessert," Bronwyn announced as she started to stand.

"Poet and I will take care of it," Caveman volunteered. "You sit. Relax."

Bronwyn looked from one man to the other. "If you're sure," she answered hesitantly. "You'll find everything already laid out on the counter."

"Great," Caveman answered as he stood. "Poet?"

Confused, but certainly willing to play along, Wade gave Jac's hand a quick squeeze and followed Caveman into the kitchen.

"What do you suppose that was about?" Bronwyn asked of no one in particular.

"Secrets," Einstein murmured. Bronwyn studied him, her brows furrowed. But before she could comment, he was changing the subject, drawing Anna, Jac, and Hollywood into conversation about the renovation project. She had to smile as she watched him. So intelligent, strong, and honorable. Whenever Bronwyn slowed down long enough to think about all the recent changes in her life, she was most amazed by the addition of this man. Her man. With his determination, passion, and unshakeable loyalty, he was absolutely the best thing that had ever happened to her. And just then, as if he knew what she was thinking, he turned to smile at her.

Einstein leaned in to take Bronwyn's mouth with his. A quick, gentle taste. Just enough to remind them both of what they had together. "What are you thinking about, darling?" he whispered.

Bronwyn's hand came up to cup his cheek. "Counting my blessings," she smiled.

He kissed her again. This time, slow and sure.

### Chapter 8

"I think I'm going to go check on the guys," volunteered Jac. "Give them a hand." As she stood, Preacher was already moving toward Anna, to whisper something in her ear. Jac was smiling as she headed toward the kitchen. She stopped short, hesitating when she heard the men talking.

"I don't want to find myself in the same situation you did," Caveman was saying.

"That's not going to happen," Wade insisted.

"How can you be so sure?" he hissed. "None of us ever thought we'd see the day when you and Einstein would fight over a woman either. But it happened."

Jac felt the words like a physical blow. Wade and Einstein fought over a woman. No need to ask whom. But when? And why?

"Make yourself useful and grab those plates," Caveman ordered.

"Got 'em." With that said, Wade pushed open the kitchen door, and came face to face with Jac. He had to react quickly to keep from running into her. "Whoa. Sorry. I didn't know you were there. You okay?"

"Um," Jac stuttered. "I... Um... I'm fine," she finally finished.

Wade's eyebrows shot to his hairline, his eyes locking onto hers. There was something there. Something that hadn't been there when he'd left the room a few minutes before.

"I came to see if you guys needed another hand," Jac was saying.

"I think we've got it."

"We got distracted for a few minutes. My fault. Sorry," Caveman apologized.

Jac forced a smile. "No problem. I think once everyone sees that pie, you'll be forgiven." She turned back toward the table, coming up short when Wade took her arm.

Without a word of explanation, he passed the plates to Caveman and turned to Jacqueline. "Are you okay?"

She hesitated, waiting until Caveman was out of earshot before she answered. "You already asked me that."

"And I'll ask it again. Until I'm satisfied that you're telling me the truth."

Jac pursed her lips in irritation. "What are you? Some human lie detector?"

Wade shrugged. "Something like that. So, I'll repeat. Are you okay?"

"I'm trying to be."

He studied Jac's eyes, slowly, nodding when he recognized the honesty in her words. His hand came out to caress. "You're doing fine, sweetheart."

Feeling a little guilty that she had intentionally misled him, Jac mumbled her thanks, and hurried back to the table. "Bronwyn, that pie looks delicious."

"I call it Chocolate Orgasm," she announced, adding a generous slice to a plate and handing it to Jac. "Can't wait to hear what you think."

Jac wasted no time taking a bite. "Oh my god, Bronwyn! It's incredible!"

"Appropriately named?" she teased.

"And then some! God! I think I may need to be alone."

Everyone laughed. The stress of the evening forgotten for a few minutes.

"I must admit. It's the best pie I've ever had," Anna added.

"By far," Poet agreed.

"You have to sell this in the café!" Jac suddenly announced.

"In the café?"

"Yeah! Seriously! People will line up for blocks once they taste this."

"Well... I don't know..."

"Jacqueline's right," Einstein added. "I never thought of it either, but it's a great idea." He turned to Bronwyn. "You've been saying that you want to add some great desserts to the lunch menu you've been working on."

"What? A menu? You haven't told us about a menu," Anna accused.

"That's because it's still in the planning stages," Bronwyn pointed out, sparing a quick glare for her fiancé. "I was going to share. When I was ready."

"Well, looks like the rest of us are ready now," Hollywood suggested, taking another greedy bite of pie.

Bronwyn looked around the group. Noted the eager faces and curiosity. Thinking a distraction might be just what the group needed, she excused herself to get her file. They spent the rest of the evening creating, editing, and revising a menu for the cafe at Dénouement. Each person had opinions of their own about sandwiches, soups, drinks, and desserts. Especially the desserts. All in all, creating the menu had been a fun diversion at the end of a very stressful day.

"You really are a smart guy," Bronwyn was saying as they closed the door behind the last of their guests.

"That's what they tell me," Einstein shrugged carelessly. "But what makes you say so?"

"They needed something else to think about for a while. You gave it to them."

He shrugged again. "The stress level in here was getting out of hand. Particularly between Jac and Poet."

"Yeah." She kissed his cheek. "You did the right thing."

"Even if I did let your secret out?"

"Yes, even if you did let my secret out." He pulled her in tight, her body instantly molding to his, just the way he liked. "I think the benefits outweigh the lost discretion. It's a small price to pay for having such close friends. They want to be a part of everything we do."

"Not everything," Einstein corrected. "I can think of one area where it's just the two of us." He kissed her, slow and deep, before lifting her into his arms.

"Just what did you have in mind?" Bronwyn teased.

He paused on the stairs so that he could look her in the eye. "I thought I'd see what it took to make you blush."

Bronwyn's mouth fell open as she stared at him. Einstein felt her tremble in his arms.

"You want to make me...blush?"

"Absolutely." He watched her struggle with embarrassment before she finally worked up enough courage to ask, "H... h... How do you plan...? I mean... What are you...?"

Einstein smiled, his eyes bright with mischief. Without a word, he broke into a run, taking the stairs two at a time.

By the end of the week, Wade was convinced that there was something wrong. Not with the crew. They had been thoroughly vetted and cleared. Some of the men weren't entirely innocent, of course. But there was no evidence to indicate that any of them had a part in John's destructive behavior. No unexplained rendezvous. No inexplicable income.

Ryan McKenzie, on the other hand, was another story. While there was nothing to suggest that he had directly made trouble for Jacqueline and her crew, there was ample proof that his father and he were close - habitual Sunday dinners and drinks at one of the local bars a couple of nights a week. That meant, regardless of what Ryan tried to tell Jacqueline and Wade, he more than likely knew exactly what his father had been up to. And Wade had witnessed firsthand Ryan's reaction to his father's arrest. It was obvious that he held Jacqueline fully responsible. It didn't seem to matter that Bronwyn and Einstein had been the ones to press charges. From what little he had seen of McKenzie to date, Wade couldn't see him letting this go without some sort of retaliation. It was that potential threat that had the team on edge.

What had Wade on edge, however, wasn't Ryan McKenzie or his potential revenge. What had Wade tense was Jacqueline. For reasons he didn't understand, the two of them had digressed from potential lovers to polite coworkers. And Wade hated it. He had tried half a dozen times this week to get her alone, but to no avail. Jacqueline was avoiding him. Until now. Now she'd have to deal with him, whether she wanted to or not.

"I'm going to grab my shower before Hollywood gets here," Jac announced as soon as Wade stepped inside.

"Of course." He waited for her to head upstairs before he rushed to his truck and grabbed his pack. He was just turning to go back in when Hollywood pulled up.

"Hey. Perfect timing," Hollywood called out.

"Yeah. I was going to call you. There's been a change of plans."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'll be taking tonight's shift."

Hollywood took a minute to study his friend. "Does Jacqueline know?"

Wade shrugged. "No."

"That's what I thought." Hollywood watched Wade shift agitatedly from one foot to the other. "What are you planning, Poet?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

Wade took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I just want to talk to her."

Hollywood paused as he considered. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Poet this tied up in knots over a woman. Actually, come to think of it, he'd never seen Poet tied up. Hollywood shook his head as he suddenly realized what was happening. "Christ! Here we go again," he murmured.

"What?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. Tell you what. I'll bow out gracefully." Wade smiled. "But, if this backfires and Jac gets pissed, you're taking full responsibility. You have to tell her it was all your idea."

"Deal." Wade took the cooler that Hollywood had picked up from Bronwyn. "Have a good one."

"You too. And good luck. I have a feeling you're gonna to need it."

Wade waved him off and rushed back inside. He could hear the water running upstairs which meant he still had time. He just needed to hurry. After stowing the cooler, he grabbed his stuff and rushed to take a quick shower of his own. Less than five minutes later, he was dressed in clean jeans and a t-shirt, and just beginning to organize dinner when Jacqueline stepped into the room. Wade heard her take five steps toward him before she faltered. He could almost hear her processing the situation and her options. Slowly, she continued across the room, stopping directly behind him.

"Where's Hollywood?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

"Change of plans. Hollywood had something he needed to take care of, so I volunteered to take his shift tonight." Wade finally turned to face her. "I hope that isn't going to be a problem."

"Oh. No. Of course not," Jac stammered. "I hope everything's okay. For Hollywood I mean."

"I'm sure it is," Wade smiled. "Ready for dinner?"

"Um. Sure. What did Bronwyn send us this evening?"

"It looks like two different kinds of sandwiches, potato salad, three-bean salad, and a really wicked looking dessert."

"Sounds fabulous. I'm starved."

Bronwyn had thought of everything, as usual. Plates, serving utensils, and cloth napkins. They set everything up on a makeshift picnic blanket. Wade took it upon himself to serve them both while Jac took care of the drinks.

"Oh. Wow. A little heavy handed with the portions there. Don't you think?" Jac asked when she saw her plate.

Wade shrugged. "I haven't seen you eat much this week."

"I assure you, I'm f...."

"Fine," he answered with a snarl.

Jac's eyes narrowed in anger. She opened her mouth to speak when Wade interrupted for a second time.

"Turkey or tomato basil." He studied the sandwiches. "Which do you suggest?"

Jac's eyes narrowed further as he looked up at her, all smiles and innocence. She hesitated again before she finally answered. "I'm partial to the tomato basil but both are good."

Wade pursed his lips, considering. "Half of each?"

"Sure."

With a nod, he divided the sandwich halves between them. "Bon appétit."

They ate in silence while Jac's head spun. She hadn't believed a word Wade said about Hollywood having an obligation. Simply put, he had wanted time alone with her, so he manipulated the situation to suit his needs. Now Jac was forced to deal with him when what she really wanted to do was kick him to the curb. He'd like that though, wouldn't he? If she panicked and overreacted. It would look like she couldn't handle him. Like she was actually afraid to be alone with him. Jac wasn't about to give Wade the satisfaction. Absolutely not. Instead, she would keep the conversation light and the evening short. And if that didn't work, she'd feign a headache and go to bed early. Not exactly original, but... she could live with it.

Finally, Wade spoke. "You look tired Jacqueline."

"Nothing a weekend in bed wouldn't cure."

Wade's eyes flashed hot for a moment but he kept his comments to himself. He knew Jac didn't mean to taunt him, but she stirred him up just the same. Now all he could see in his mind was the image of the two of them, naked and tangled up in each other.

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded," Jac finally murmured. "What I meant to say was - a few good nights' sleep should be all I need."

"I hope so. I'd hate to see you make yourself sick."

"No worries. I assure you, I can take care of myself."

Wade almost sighed at the fierce determination in her voice. Tension hung between them, heavy in the air. This was never going to work, he realized, if he couldn't get her to relax. That meant safe topics first. "So, tell me," he started. "What are we working on next? For the renovation."

"You mean after the children's room?" Wade nodded. "We'll continue to split our efforts. Part of the crew will work on the upstairs, specifically the master bedroom and bath. A few of us will start another room down here."

"Is it true that Einstein and Julliard want to move in after the wedding?"

"Julliard? You guys call her Julliard?"

"Yeah. Have you heard her play? Or sing?"

"No."

"You should ask her about it some time."

"I will," Jac nodded, intrigued. "But, to answer your question. Yes, Einstein wants them to be able to move in after the wedding. That means the upstairs has to be, at the very least, functional. Places to sleep, bathe, and cook."

"And a place to relax. Some place that's not the bedroom. Where people can sit when they come to visit."

"By 'people' you mean the team."

"Well yeah," Wade smiled. "When a woman decides to take on one of us..."

"She gets all of you," Jac finished.

"Yeah."

"You're a family."

"More than." He shrugged. "But 'family' is close enough."

"Well, if we're talking about a place for everyone, Anna better get to work and finish the designs."

"So she's started?"

"Yeah. Do you want to see what she has so far? I have copies."

Thinking that would be a great way to keep her occupied, Wade readily agreed. If she was focused on the designs, she might forget to keep her distance.

Several hours later, Wade knew he'd made the right decision. The tension in the room had all but evaporated, as they argued good naturedly over what they thought the space needed. Wade intentionally leaned toward a hard, masculine approach, so that Jac would be compelled to disagree. She got so involved in the conversation that she forgot to be careful. Forgot to guard herself against him. And when she turned, her eyes sparkling with laughter, she took his breath away. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to cover her mouth with his.

Jacqueline hesitated. She'd been working hard this week to treat Wade like any other member of the crew. But as soon as his lips touched hers, the distance that had seemed so vital before, suddenly wasn't.

This time, Wade didn't rush. Instead, he waited patiently for Jac to open her mouth under his. And when she did, he slipped inside. Sampling her slowly, savoring the tastes and textures that were uniquely Jacqueline. Pulling those flavors into him, filling him.

"I want your hands on me, Jac. Now," Wade begged, his voice thick with desire.

Jac didn't even consider disappointing him. She quickly slipped her hands under Wade's shirt and across his abdomen, feeling his muscles bunch and quiver under her touch. She couldn't help but tremble in response. Was there anything more arousing that bringing a strong man to his knees, she wondered? If there was, she had yet to see it.

Wade pushed Jac's shirt up and out of his way as he caressed her back. Her skin was soft. Like warm silk stretched over lean muscles. It made his hands itch for more. Every angle. Every curve. Every hidden pleasure point. And then he wanted his mouth on her. Following the path made by his hands. Wade's heart began to thunder in his chest as he fought for self-control. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer. His hands slid down to Jac's waist, slowly making their way up again, until his thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts.

Jac's breath hissed between her teeth. God she was tempted! Wade's mouth was doing positively wicked things to hers, and his hands... His hands made her skin burn. She could just imagine those same hands undressing her. Followed by that mouth. She groaned at the thought of all the things Wade could do with his mouth. But, could she handle being a substitute for Bronwyn? Casual sex was one thing. Two consenting adults. No strings. No promises. No illusions. But this was different. Wade wanted her, but only as a substitute for another woman. One he couldn't have. As the truth of it filled her head, Jacqueline stepped back. She knew she was doing the right thing. She just didn't understand why it had to be so painful.

"Why?" Wade murmured. "I thought we had gotten past you not wanting to get involved because we work together."

"We have."

"Then I don't understand. If your mother hadn't interrupted us a few days ago, we'd already be lovers. Something I know I want." He paused before adding. "At the time, I would have said it was something you wanted too." He waited for her to agree with him, when she didn't, he gritted his teeth and pressed on. Jacqueline wasn't going to be able to get rid of him this easily. "I know how you felt, sweetheart. I was there. Remember?"

"I remember."

"Then tell me. What happened to change your mind?" Wade saw Jac's eyes flash in alarm as she tried to formulate a response.

"Nothing," she finally mumbled, her eyes focused on the floor between them.

"You're lying," Wade argued. He reached out suddenly and lifted her face to his. "You can tell me it's none of my business. You can even tell me to fuck off. But I will not tolerate being lied to, Jac. Not by you. Not by anyone. Is that understood?"

Not trusting her own voice, she nodded.

"Good." The hand on her jaw shifted to caress her cheek. "Now, I'd appreciate it if you would try to explain to me what happened to change your mind."

She took a deep breath before she started. "I'm sorry. I've never found myself in a situation quite like this before. I don't think I'm handling it very well."

"What situation?"

Jac's hands waved back and forth between them. "This situation."

Wade smiled. "We're not a situation, sweetheart. When a man and woman spend time getting to know one another, it's called a relationship."

"I don't think us having a relationship is such a good idea."

"So it's not that you don't want to get involved with me. It's that you don't think it's a good idea."

"Right."

Wade couldn't help but smile at that unexpected victory.

"I mean..."

"Oh no you don't, baby," he said as he put a finger to her lips. "I'm afraid you don't get to unring that bell." He almost laughed at her exasperated expression. "You were willing to take the risk before. What changed?"

Jac watched Wade carefully as he waited for her to answer. While his face was masked to hide what he was thinking and feeling, she could see the tension in his body. His eyes, the deepest, clearest blue she'd ever seen, were troubled. Maybe she should tell him what she suspected. At least then, it would be out in the open and she wouldn't have to second-guess every look and every touch.

"I overheard you and Caveman the other night. I wasn't eavesdropping. Just in the right place at the right time to hear what was obviously a private conversation."

"What did you hear?"

"That you and Einstein fought over a woman. Bronwyn, right?"

"Yes."

"And Einstein won."

Wade shook his head. "It wasn't that kind of fight. More a difference of opinion." He gestured for her to sit before he settled in next to her on the sleeping bag. "Whenever we work with a client, everyone on the team is assigned a task. A part of the whole, so to speak." As Jac nodded in understanding, he continued. "When we worked with Bronwyn, my job was research."

"What kind of research?"

"The events of Bronwyn's life from birth to present day. And all the people involved in those events."

"Okay. Makes sense."

"In the course of my investigation, I stumbled across information."

"About Bronwyn."

"Yeah."

"What kind of information?"

"Confidential. I didn't think it needed to be shared with the team or anyone else."

"I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that Einstein didn't agree with you. He doesn't strike me as a man who tolerates secrets very well."

"Got it in one, sweetheart. And he was pissed that I took the information to Bronwyn instead of him."

"Pissed enough to fight over it."

"And then some. Yes." In a voice filled with regret, he added, "It was the first time I ever broke protocol. The first and only time, I've ever betrayed his trust."

"All you did was keep Bronwyn's secret."

"Which I'll never regret. I stick by that decision. It was the right thing to do. I just hate that in protecting her, I hurt him."

"I'm sure he understands it wasn't intentional."

"He didn't at the time." Wade finally looked up into her eyes. "I've never seen him so angry. He absolutely lost it." Jac saw the pain of it in Wade's eyes as he remembered. "I can only imagine what might have happened if Julliard hadn't intervened."

"She was there?"

"Yes. I went to see her. I took her a file of the information I had stumbled upon during my research. Einstein wanted to be read in. When I refused, all hell broke lose. We accused each other of all sorts of ridiculous things. Intentionally provoking one another until one of us threw the first punch. Einstein won that one."

"He attacked you?" Jac asked incredulously.

"No. But not because he didn't want to. Julliard took matters into her own hands. Jumped right between us." Wade grinned. "You should have seen her. She was incredible! A woman half our size dressing us down. She told Einstein to back off and threatened to kick my ass." He sobered quickly when he thought of what had come next. "Julliard read Einstein in herself after that. Handed him all my research."

"And?"

"It broke his heart."

"How?"

Wade hesitated, not wanting to betray Julliard's trust. "How much do you know about her childhood?"

"I know that she has one sister, younger. They were and are very close. After their mother died, when they were living with their father, custody was transferred to an uncle and his wife."

"Do you know why?"

"Not officially. No. But I have my suspicions."

"Which are?"

"Abuse of some kind would be my first guess."

Wade nodded. "You'd be right."

"Is that the secret you kept from Einstein?"

"No. The entire team knew that Robert Barrister was abusive." He paused, fighting to maintain his composure. "What I stumbled onto was the evidence of that abuse. That's what I tried to hide from Einstein."

"Why?"

Wade's head snapped up at that, his eyes finding hers. He should have known she'd ask. One of the things he had learned about Jacqueline since he'd come to work with her was that she never took people's actions at face value. She never assumed she knew what they were thinking.

"The evidence I found was... deeply personal. Private." Jac watched as Wade fought to maintain his composure. "Julliard had intentionally kept the information from us. I didn't think she should be forced to share it."

"But in the end, that's exactly what happened. She was pressured into telling Einstein before she was ready."

"Yeah." Wade shook his head, a self-deprecating smile moving over his face. "It wasn't one of our finer moments."

"Surely Bronwyn forgave you both."

"Of course she did. That's her way. But it doesn't keep me from having regrets."

"And being over protective."

"A bit. Maybe."

Jac laughed. "More than a bit actually."

Wade shrugged. "I can't help it. Julliard's like a little sister to me."

"Really?"

Jac watched as his body tensed and his eyes went flat. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

"I think you did. I think you meant that exactly the way it sounded." Wade stepped in close so that he could see her eyes clearly. "Are you accusing me of something, Jacqueline?"

"No, of course not. I only meant..."

Her explanation was cut short when they heard a sharp knock on the front door. In the time it took for her to register the intrusion, Wade was already moving forward to take her arm. With a finger to his lips, he led her across the lobby, heading toward the kitchen, when their visitor called out.

"Poet. It's me, Hollywood. Let me in."

Dammit, Wade thought. He should have seen this coming and been able to head Hollywood off. He certainly knew him well enough to know that the last minute change of plans would weigh on him. He wouldn't be able to relax until he saw for himself that Jac was okay with it. Normally, Wade would find Hollywood's compassion admirable. Right now? Not so much. Releasing Jac, he went to answer the door.

Hollywood stood on the doorstep, grinning cheekily. "I was on my way home. Thought I'd come by and check on you two."

"Liar," Wade challenged, dropping his voice to a whisper. "I'm going to kick your ass for this."

"You can try." Hollywood swept past him and into the foyer. He smiled warmly at Jacqueline. "Hi Gorgeous." He saw the flash of surprise in her eyes before she smiled. Felt Poet's reflexive anger at his back.

"Hey Hollywood. You're out late aren't you?"

He shrugged. "Just checking on a friend."

"A lady friend I presume."

"You know I don't kiss and tell," he teased.

This time, Hollywood noticed, the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Actually, your timing couldn't be better. I'm not really feeling very well. Could I trouble you for a ride home?"

Shit! "Jacqueline?" Wade started.

"I think I'll feel much better once I get home. A good night's sleep should do wonders." Turning to Hollywood, she added. "I only need a minute to collect my things."

Hollywood looked from Jacqueline to Poet and back again. It was obvious he had interrupted something. Something Poet wanted to finish and Jac wanted to avoid. "What the hell is going on?" he hissed as soon as she left the room.

"You're butting in where you're not wanted."

"You sure about that? Jacqueline certainly seemed relieved to see me."

Wade growled his frustration. "We were in the middle of something."

"Looks like whatever it was is going to have to wait."

"Fuck you! I don't need you..."

"Hey. Hang on," Hollywood pleaded, his hands up in mock surrender. "I was only jerking your chain. I didn't mean anything by it."

Wade's breath hissed out between clinched teeth, as he fought the kneejerk reaction. "I know you didn't. Sorry."

"Forget about it." Hollywood took a hard look at his friend. "Did I walk in on a fight or something?"

"Or something," he murmured. Wade glanced at the door before adding, "She was about to explain why, even though she's attracted to me, she thinks getting involved is a bad idea."

Hollywood winced. "Oh man." He took in the miserable look on his friend's face. "I'm sure you'll change her mind," he encouraged. "God knows you're the best of us. Any woman would be lucky to have you."

Wade looked up at him completely unconvinced.

"So you're going to give up without a fight? You're a fucking Navy SEAL for Christ's sake! Act like one."

"Jacqueline isn't some mission objective," Wade spat.

"You're right," Hollywood agreed. "She's a hell of a lot more."

### Chapter 9

By Sunday evening, Wade was hopelessly on edge. He hadn't seen or talked to Jacqueline since she'd left him standing alone in the foyer of Dénouement. And the nearly forty-eight hours of silence was killing him. Their last conversation had started with Jac saying she didn't think they should get involved and ended with her walking out on him. It had left Wade convinced that there was something she wasn't telling him. And tonight, after they'd finished the latest briefing with the team, they were going to talk. Ready or not.

"If you don't mind me saying so, you don't seem yourself this evening," Bronwyn murmured. "Is there something wrong?"

Jac looked up to see her friend watching her carefully.

"Poet seems a little preoccupied as well." She added. "Did something happen between you two the other night?" Bronwyn caught a little flicker of frustration from Jac and pressed on. "If you want to talk about it, I can listen."

Jac hesitated. "I don't want to force you into an awkward position. Poet is your friend."

"You're not forcing me. I'm volunteering. And I give you my word. Whatever you share with me stays between the two of us."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay. But, fair warning. You might not like what I'm going to tell you."

"In that case, let's sit down." Bronwyn hurried over to the sofa, motioning for Jacqueline to join her. Once they were settled, Jac began.

"The other night, I told Wade that we shouldn't get involved."

"That you shouldn't."

"Yeah. He caught that little distinction too."

"Let me guess. Then he wanted to know why you shouldn't get involved."

"Yeah."

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing. I didn't get the chance. That's when Hollywood showed up on our doorstep."

"And you asked him to take you home."

Jac grimaced, shaking her head. "I know. I panicked. It's not a moment I'm particularly proud of."

"It happens to the best of us," Bronwyn tried to reassure. "The guys are an intimidating lot."

"I can only imagine what it was like for you, facing all of them by yourself. The only woman of the group."

"Not as bad as you might think," Bronwyn pointed out. "Right from the beginning, they accepted me as one of them. They were very supportive."

"Especially Wade."

"Why do you say that?"

"You two seem really... close."

Bronwyn raised one perfectly arched brow in response. "Yes. We are. He was there for me at a very difficult time." Her eyes drifted to a silver framed photo on the table. It was a candid shot of her and Vincent dancing together. He held her wrapped in his arms, one hand riding low on her back. The love they felt for one another was clear for anyone to see. A fairy tale, Wade called them. Slowly, Bronwyn turned back to face Jac. "Vincent and I didn't have what you'd call a traditional courtship. It was difficult for him to accept some aspects of my past. Difficult for everyone actually," she murmured. "Poet was my listening ear. My champion. A big brother of sorts."

Jac smiled. "He said you're like a little sister to him."

"And that's a problem?"

"Not if it's true."

"Not if it's..." Bronwyn started. "What are you saying, Jac? That you think Poet and I are..."

"No! God, no! I am definitely not saying that. Neither of you would ever betray Einstein that way."

"If you know that, then what exactly are you accusing us of?"

"This is the part you're not going to like." Bronwyn acknowledged the warning with a tilt of her head. "I think Wade might be in love with you."

Oh. My. God! Bronwyn's first, visceral reaction was shock. Followed very closely by the need to argue that it wasn't true. One look at Jac's worried expression had her checking the urge, though.

"You're angry," Jac stated.

"No," Bronwyn corrected. "Surprised, maybe." She thought quietly for a moment. "I guess I can see how someone from the outside, without all the facts, could misinterpret the situation."

"What if I'm not misinterpreting?" Jac challenged. "What if Wade is in love with you?"

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Wade hissed as he stood listening in the hallway. That's what Jacqueline thought? That's why she kept pulling away from him? She thought he was in love with Bronwyn. Christ!

"I'm not sure what to say to convince you that you're wrong," Bronwyn began.

"Then maybe I should try," Wade interrupted. He stepped into the room, his eyes on Jacqueline. She turned away from him immediately, but not before he saw her face flush with embarrassment. When she stood to leave, he stopped her. "Wait. Please."

"You were eavesdropping," she accused.

"Just in the right place at the right time to overhear a private conversation. I'm sure you can appreciate the difference." Wade knew he was throwing her words back in her face. He saw Jac's eyes flare before she turned away from him again. "Please. I only want a chance to tell my side in this." When he was convinced Jac would stay long enough to hear him out, Wade turned his attention to Bronwyn. "If you don't mind, I'd like to speak with Jacqueline alone."

"Well. That's up to Jac. Don't you think?"

"Go ahead." Jac insisted. "I'll be okay."

"Yes, you will," Bronwyn agreed. With one last measured look for Wade, she left them alone.

"For the record," Wade began, "I'm not, nor have I ever been, in love with Bronwyn." When Jac opened her mouth to comment, he ran his thumb across her lips. "I'm not quite finished, baby." He took a breath to steady his nerves. "Do I love Bronwyn? Without question. She's an amazing, intelligent, and compassionate woman. I would do almost anything to keep her safe and happy. All of that being said, Bronwyn was meant for Einstein. There is no doubt in any of our minds about that, least of all mine. The strength and courage it took her to survive her own childhood still staggers me. That's why the team was so quick to accept her. She's one of us. A soldier. Been to hell and back so many times she could probably draw you a map. And stronger, by far, than anyone I've ever met. That's why she and Einstein clicked. I admire Bronwyn, Jac. But, I swear to you, I'm not in love with her." Wade paused to give Jacqueline a minute. Without warning, she shifted until her eyes met his. Wade held perfectly still under her gaze, laying bare everything he was thinking and feeling. He let her look her fill without commenting, without turning away.

Slowly, very slowly, she began to nod. "I believe you."

"Are you sure?" Wade asked cautiously. "I don't want this to be something that comes back to haunt us again and again."

Jacqueline gave him a small smile. "I'm sure."

"I'm glad," he whispered, reaching out to take her face in his hands. "Because I really want to kiss you. I need to kiss you." The last was said as his lips moved against hers.

"Excuse me," Hollywood called from the doorway. "It seems Bronwyn's made another dessert for us to sample."

Without taking his eyes from Jac, Wade answered. "Thanks anyway. But I have everything I need right here."

"Kiss the girl on your own time, Poet. Participation is mandatory."

"Hollywood's right. We can finish talking about this later," Jac suggested.

"I'm going to hold you to that," Wade whispered.

The last hour with the team dragged slowly enough to have Wade clenching his teeth. He wasn't in the mood to discuss pies and pastries or to smile and socialize carelessly. Yet he forced himself to act naturally, to joke and laugh. Until finally, when he thought he wouldn't be able to handle even one more minute, Einstein asked him to help clean up. In record time, the living room was cleared, the dishwasher loaded, and the counters wiped down. Fifteen minutes after that, Wade and Jacqueline were in his truck, speeding across town.

"Wait. This isn't the way to my house," Jac pointed out.

"No it isn't. You agreed to talk this over. My place is closer."

She opened her mouth to argue, but thought better of it. She wasn't sure what Wade wanted to say, but they might as well get it over with, then maybe they could find a way to be friends.

As they reached his neighborhood, Wade spoke again. "Point of clarification."

"Okay."

"You thought I was in love with Bronwyn."

"Yeah," Jac winced. "Sorry about that. It was obvious that you two were close. Closer than most friends."

Wade pulled into his driveway and hit the button for the garage door. He was struggling now. If he had to wait much longer, he would start to shake. But still, he had to be sure. Parking, he killed the engine, hit the button a second time, and turned to her. "But I'm not in love with Bronwyn."

"I know," Jac agreed. "I believe you. Both of you."

"And that's the only reason you've been pushing me away? Shutting me out?"

"I don't know that I've been shutting you out," she argued. "Just... slowing things down... a bit."

Wade raised one derisive brow. "Baby, I've got news for you. When you deny us something we both clearly want, repeatedly, it's not slowing down. It's shutting down."

"That's a matter of interpretation."

"But you didn't answer my question." Wade's hands were clenched, his body rigid and hard.

"Yes. That's the reason I've slowed things down between us. A bit." When he didn't comment, Jac added, "The only reason."

Wade was so fast then, she never saw him move. Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, his hands holding her in place as he feasted. His tongue warred with hers. Claiming. Arousing. Devouring. Still, it wasn't enough. For either of them. Wade's hands moved over Jac, tearing fabric in his haste. It had become vital to have her - mind, body, and heart. With his blood burning through his veins, he had only one clear thought in his head. Possess.

"We should go inside," Jac panted.

"We'll never make it," he disagreed. He growled in appreciation at the sight of her, naked now except for a swatch of black silk. Pulling her into his lap, Wade pressed Jac close, as his mouth claimed her throat. She trembled at his touch.

"Your shirt," Jac begged.

Wade pushed her hands away, grabbing and pulling until the cloth gave way, buttons flying. Even before he'd finished, her hands were sliding across his chest, drawing a ragged moan from his lips. In response, he pressed her hard against his arousal. Held her there. Jac's breath caught as Wade's mouth found hers. With a searing kiss, he pushed them past the point of reason.

Together, they reached for his belt, fumbling in their haste. "Kneel," Wade ordered in a strangled whisper. "I need to..." He pushed his pants and boxers out of the way. Freed himself. "Christ!" Wade hissed. "I need to be inside you. Now!" With one quick, harsh tug, Jac heard fabric tear, felt herself exposed. "Look at me, Jacqueline. I want to see what you feel when I come inside you." As soon as her eyes met his, Wade plunged. Jac took him in, felt herself stretch until he filled her. With her hands on his shoulders and his clinging to her hips, she rocked against him. Wade groaned as her body clutched at him, surrounding him, hot and wet. He shifted. Changing the angle and pulling down on her hips to drive deeper. Faster. Without warning, the climax ripped through Jac, her body trembling and clenching, until she was impossibly tight. Wade didn't stop. Couldn't. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Until he was flying over the edge after her.

Wade's heart slammed in his chest, part exhaustion, part exhilaration. He could still feel the echoes of release reverberating through Jac's body. When his hands came up to cup her face, she leaned back so that he could see her eyes. Wade thought she looked as stunned as he felt. "God! That was..."

"Something else," Jac finished.

Slowly, Wade nodded. "Yeah. Definitely something else." Glancing around, he grimaced as he took in their surroundings. "I should probably have waited until we got inside."

"I'm not complaining," Jac pointed out.

"Good. Because even if we had gotten out of the truck, we never would have made it to the door." He fisted his hand in her short hair. "For the first time in my life, I couldn't wait," he whispered, astonished at the truth of it. "I had to have you."

"Once again – not complaining."

Wade kissed her, soft and warm. "Next time though, I want you in my bed, where there's lots of room."

"I think you may get your wish," Jac teased. "After all, it's not as if I can leave. You destroyed all my clothes." She gathered scraps as they climbed out of the truck. "You may regret your haste. These," she shook the tattered remains of her lingerie at him, "Were La Perla."

"I don't care what they cost, baby," Wade defended as he pulled her into his arms and began backing her through the door. "They were worth every penny."

"How would you know? You ripped them off before you could enjoy them."

"I wouldn't say that," he corrected, his mouth claiming hers. Down the hall and into his bedroom he steered her until the backs of her legs met the edge of the bed. "I look forward to seeing you in more lace and silk," he whispered. "But not tonight. Tonight I need your skin against mine." He tipped her then, until she was falling back on the bed, pulling him with her. His arms cushioned her fall and held her captive, trapping her body under his as they hit the mattress. Their limbs tangled intimately. Unhurriedly, almost reverently, he studied her. "I feel like I've been waiting years for you..." he whispered, one finger stroking her cheek. "And now that I finally have you, I'm going to take this night to memorize every inch of you, until I know your body as well as my own." With a final kiss, he shifted to the foot of the bed. He took his time, caressing and tasting, as his mouth slowly skimmed over her calves to her knees. Looking at her, his eyes dark with desire, Wade's hands slid up to her thighs. "Your legs," he murmured. "So long and lean. So strong."

"I ran track in high school and college," Jac sighed.

"And it shows." Wade nudged her knees apart to place open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, encouraging. A quick nip from Wade had those hands clutching, pulling sharply. Ignoring the pain, he continued on his journey to her hip. He was hard to the point of bursting and frantic for her again. More so, now that he knew exactly what it felt like to be inside her. But it would have to wait. There was too much of her body he had yet to touch and taste.

As Wade moved up to her ribcage, Jac's heart beat hard in her chest. The ache inside her spread and burned. And when his mouth found her breast, a moan slipped between her lips. Wade returned it with one of his own as her body pressed into his. He teased her nipple with his tongue and teeth before drawing it into his mouth to suckle. Gently at first, to taunt and stir her emotions. Then gradually, with more strength, until Jac felt the pull in every nerve ending of her body. As he shifted to deliver the same attention to her other breast, Wade's hands explored a trim waist and a flat, taut stomach. Then he was rushing to find her mouth again as one hand slid between her legs. With a possessive growl, Wade slipped one finger deep inside her. Jac trembled at the intimate intrusion. Lifting his mouth from hers so that he could watch her reaction, he slid his finger out, only to add a second and drive them in deep. Jac groaned. "We moved so fast the first time. I don't think I had a chance to tell you how good you feel. Hot." His fingers began to move, sliding slowly out, and pushing in deep. "Wet." Wade smiled wickedly. "Tight." He picked up the pace as Jac's body moved in rhythm with his hand. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, craving release. In response to her need, he curled his fingers so that they stroked her inner walls as they moved together. "Time to let go, baby. Surrender," he encouraged in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh God!" Jac moaned.

The climax grabbed her, stealing her breath, as it sent shock waves through her system.

The sound of Jac coming shattered the last of his self-control. Yanking her hips high, Wade sank in to the hilt, riding her through the climax, gritting his teeth as he forced his own body to wait. Their pace was brutal now. Wade pounding into Jac as she rose to meet him again and again and again. He slipped a hand between them until he found the sensitive nub at her very center. His fingers teased her mercilessly, until suddenly, almost violently, Jacqueline came a second time, screaming his name. Wade was just seconds behind her. Her name ripped from his mouth in a guttural moan.

Their labored breathing was the only sound in the room as they fought to steady themselves. Wade had collapsed onto Jac, pinning her under him. Her body was limp and spent. Liquid.

Wade raised his head and smiled down at her, before slowly lowering his mouth to hers. His heart beat hard in his chest as he studied Jac's face. "You're beautiful," he whispered. She grimaced, uncomfortable with the compliment. He chuckled softly. "I know you work hard to be thought of as tough and strong, just one of the men." Wade leveraged onto his elbows as he spoke, bending his head to look down at their bodies, still intimately connected. "I assure you. Your strength is the furthest thing from my mind." One hand moved up to cup her breast. Jac giggled and blushed in embarrassment. Wade was delighted with her. "You're gorgeous, Jac. Live with it."

"That's just the sex coma talking. But thanks."

"Sex coma?"

"Yeah. You know. Like a turkey coma after Thanksgiving dinner."

"Ahhh. So I'm in a sexual stupor?"

"Yeah."

"All I know is that I've never felt anything like what I feel when I'm inside you." He heard Jac gasp softly, but he persevered. "The way we fit together..." He started to harden inside her. "I want more of it. More of you, Jacqueline." Wade started to move then, slowly and deliberately. Savoring. Refusing to rush the pace even when both of their bodies demanded it.

"Wade," Jac pleaded. "Please."

That's all it took to destroy the last of his restraint. His hands gripped her hips tightly, bruising. Together they raced toward release, until suddenly, Jac came. With a soft sigh of her name, Wade followed.

Wade breathed deeply as he tucked Jacqueline in at his side. Her skin was still warm from his touch and he could feel her heart beating in time with his as they worked to level their breathing. He smiled to himself, his hands absently caressing her from shoulder to hip and back again.

Jac groaned as she stretched. She couldn't believe she'd done this. It went against everything she believed in. What if things didn't work out? What if everything went horribly wrong instead? She should have thought of that before she slept with him. But it was too late now. She'd made her choice. She would have to live with it.

"You're awfully quiet. Care to share your thoughts with the class?" Wade prompted.

"Mmmm. You first."

"Honestly? I'm lying here desperately hoping that you aren't regretting what we just shared."

"Do you?"

Wade rolled, tucking Jacqueline under him so that he could see her face. "Not even for a minute." He kissed her softly. "I've wanted you since the day we first met at Dénouement. You've haunted my dreams." He smoothed the hair back from her face. "Yet, in none of those dreams did I even come close to how extraordinary we would be together."

Jacqueline smiled hesitantly, startled by Wade's confession. She'd never suspected that he'd been attracted to her for so long. He hadn't said anything. Until now. Now he was more than happy to tell her what he was thinking and feeling. The least she could do was attempt to do the same.

"Your turn," Wade encouraged. "Do you regret making love?"

"No," she admitted. "I don't regret anything." Jac felt Wade's body relax. Heard his breath shutter out as he rested his forehead on hers. "But could you let me up so I can..." Her voiced trailed off as Wade began to move. He rolled on to his back, his arms folded behind his head. The quintessential picture of a satisfied man. Until Jac got up and bent to pick up the tattered remains of her clothes. "Do you think you could lend me something to wear?" she asked with a laugh.

"Why?"

"So I can go home, of course."

"No."

Jac stood, turning to stare at Wade. "I beg your pardon."

"No. I will not lend you something to wear."

"Well, I can't exactly drive home naked. Can I?"

"You misunderstand," he stated calmly. "I'm not interested in keeping this casual. An hour under the sheets and then we both go our separate ways?" Wade climbed out of bed to stand in front of her. "I don't think so."

Jac took in Wade's uncompromising expression. The way he held his body coiled and ready to strike. "You're right. There has been a misunderstanding. I'm not going my separate way. As you put it. Tomorrow's an early day. Remember? I told you I was expecting some deliveries first thing."

"Work," Wade repeated slowly, understanding slipping in. Jac nodded. "And you don't want to rush across town in the early hours of the morning for a change of clothes?"

"Not when my house is in the opposite direction of the site."

"Are you sure that's all there is to it?"

"Yes. Of course."

"In that case," Wade pulled her into his arms. "I'll come with you."

"With me?"

"Oh yeah." He ran his hands up and down her back, caressing. "We have hours until it's time to get ready for work. I want to spend the night, every minute of it, making love, until we collapse in exhaustion. And in the morning, I want to share breakfast and a shower. Then we can head into work together."

"You want to drive in together? What happened to our agreement not to bring this to the site?"

Wade could hear reluctance in her voice. Tried not to resent it. "I'm not going to hide what I feel for you, Jacqueline. Nor will I allow you to hide what we have together. That said, it doesn't mean I won't agree to be discrete. I'm not about to suggest we put on a show for your crew." One hand cupped her face as he continued. "But I do want to know that I'm allowed to touch you. Maybe even steal a kiss or two."

Jacqueline smiled softly. "I think I can agree to that. But no cute little terms of endearment," she ordered sternly.

Wade's face was pained. "I'm southern."

"Meaning?"

"My Grammy made it her mission in life to ensure that her grandson knew how to treat a lady. She insisted on respect and affection. And with that affection comes those terms of endearment for which southern gentlemen are famous."

"Can't you make an exception?"

"Not a chance." He kissed her fast and hard. "I guess you'll just have to grin and bear it," he teased.

"I can't have you calling me cutesy names in front of my crew. They'll never take me seriously again. I don't need them razzing me because you've decided I'm your Pookie Bear or Cuddle Kitten." Jac said the last with a snarl on her face.

Wade couldn't help but laugh. "Baby, trust me. You are definitely not any man's Pookie Bear." He watched as Jacqueline eyed him warily. "Terms of endearment, as defined by a southern gentleman, include sweetheart, baby, honey, sugar, or darlin'."

Jac winced slightly before admitting, "I guess I can live with those."

"Alright then... sugar," Wade emphasized. "Let me grab a few things and we can head out." He moved to the dresser and pulled out fresh jeans and a t-shirt.

"What about me? I thought you were going to get me something to wear."

"I don't know. It seems like such a crime to cover that body of yours."

"I guess, if you want, I can go like this," Jac volunteered.

Wade froze on his way to the bathroom, turning back to her. "You would do that?" His eyes were hot and hungry as they raked over her.

"If you're sure that's what you want." Jac could practically see the wheels spinning in Wade's head now. Could imagine the fantasy he was conjuring of her naked in his truck. It was almost a shame to disappoint him. Almost. "I must admit, though, I'm surprised."

"Surprised?"

"That you're so willing to share. I mean, I can't exactly travel across town naked without being seen by other people. Other men." Jac paused to let the information sink in. "But if it's okay with you..."

"Fuck no!" Wade hissed. One quick look at Jacqueline's face and his eyes went hard and cold. "That was a nasty little trick. You got me all worked up, just to shoot me down."

She laughed. "I couldn't help it. You made it so easy. Another minute or two and you would have been drooling."

"Go ahead. Laugh it up." Wade pulled a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from his dresser and tossed them to her. "Payback's a bitch, baby."

### Chapter 10

The ride across town was just long enough for Jac's nerves to get the better of her. She had never brought a man home to spend the night. The entire night. Typically, they'd go to his place, spend a few hours together, and then she'd make her way home. Alone. Unlike most women she knew, Jac didn't prefer to share her own bed with men. She considered her place strictly off limits. So why, for the first time, was she willing to ignore her own rules?

The silence in the truck was thick with unease. Wade could feel the tension in Jac's body gradually increasing but felt helpless to prevent it. It frustrated and worried him that she seemed to be struggling with their relationship when he was already convinced that he wanted something deep and lasting between them. While their connection might be new to her, Wade's interest in Jac had started weeks ago. Unable to act on it then, he had spent the time watching her from a distance. Watching. And learning. And falling. He'd discovered that Jac was compassionate, intelligent, tough as nails, and loyal to the bone. Alone, they were qualities to be admired. But when they came wrapped in a body made for sex, they were impossible to resist. It had taken all the discipline he possessed to wait as long as he did. And now that Jacqueline had finally let him in, Wade wasn't about to take a step back just to make things easier for her. He wanted what Einstein and Preacher had. Wanted it. And needed it. With her.

Wade parked behind Jac's truck, grabbed his duffel, and followed her inside. He watched her hover around the room nervously. Slipping off her shoes. Checking messages. Stacking and restacking yesterday's mail. He stepped forward just as she suddenly turned.

"How about some coffee?" she offered.

"Sure."

"Great. Why don't you sit and relax, and I'll bring it out to you in a few minutes." With that said, Jac slipped from the room.

Wade waited a second, maybe two, before he moved to follow her. He had a feeling if she were left alone too long she might come up with a dozen reasons to ask him to leave.

Jac heard him behind her, and swore under her breath. She had been hoping to have a few minutes alone to collect her thoughts. Wade had to have known that. And if he did, it made his intrusion intentional. Reluctant to confront him, Jac busied herself with filling the coffee maker. Before she could set it to start, Wade's arms came around her. He rested his hands on the counter, caging her in, her back to his front. She trembled slightly at his touch.

Wade leaned forward to whisper intimately in her ear. "I'm makin' you nervous. Aren't I, baby?"

"N...No," Jac stammered.

"Really?" he teased. "Maybe I should try a little harder." He didn't give her time to think before spinning her around to face him. His mouth captured hers, his tongue diving in to flirt and play. Jac moaned and tried to step back. But Wade wouldn't allow retreat. When she stepped back, he stepped forward and into her. "You can't get away from me that easily, Jacqueline. Not when I've already had a taste of you." His mouth found the hollow of her throat. Jac's fingers slipped into his hair. "Now I need more." His mouth scorched a path around her neck. "All of you, Jacqueline." The last was whispered as his lips brushed her ear. With his eyes on hers now, Wade's hands reached for the drawstring at her waist. He gave her only a fraction of a second to stop him. When she remained silent, he pulled, shoving the sweats over her hips and down to the floor. She wore nothing underneath them, thanks to their desperate tumble in his truck. Wade growled softly as his fingers skimmed over her bare bottom. "Do you have any idea how much I want to take you right here? Right now?"

"No."

He pulled her body in tight so that she could feel his arousal. "If we do this here and now, it'll be hard and fast."

"There's nothing wrong with fast."

"No. There isn't," Wade smiled. "But slow and gentle has its advantages too." He kissed her again, drawing out their pleasure as his teeth sank into her lower lip.

"Mmmm," Jac moaned.

"Which means," he continued as he lifted her shirt up and over her head. "We should probably vary our approach." Jac's eyebrows shot up. "In order to maximize our... results."

"Oh really?" she teased.

"Absolutely." Wade scooped her into his arms. "Would you like me to prove it?"

"I think you should."

He smiled as he headed down the hall toward the bedroom. "I should warn you then," he advised as he tossed her onto the bed. "It's going to be a really long night."

Jac stood in the foyer the next morning, sipping coffee, hot and strong. With one eye on the window, waiting for her men, she studied the timeline pinned to the wall. Wade slipped in behind her, his hand riding low on her hip, as he looked over her shoulder.

"Looks like we're on schedule."

She nodded as she sipped. "Yeah. We've been lucky so far. No big surprises. In old buildings like this, you never know what you're going to find."

"I'm sure you did a thorough inspection before you started."

"Of course. But," She took a minute to look around at the peeling paint and the scarred floors and smiled. "I'm sure this old girl still has some secrets left in her."

Wade nodded. "That's part of the fun. Not knowing what you're going to find."

"Yeah. And breathing life back into what was once forgotten."

He smiled. "That's a very... romantic way of looking at it."

Jac shrugged uncomfortably. "I just believe the past should be respected."

"I agree."

She turned to look at him, to see if he was teasing her. Satisfied that he wasn't, she met his smile with one of her own. "I've never understood some people's need to tear down the past in order to make way for the future. The two are not always mutually exclusive."

"Have you ever been to the south?" Wade asked suddenly, the beginning of a plan taking shape.

"No. Why?"

"Because I think you'd love it." He pulled her into his arms. "It's this wonderful blend of the past and present. History carefully preserved and woven into the daily lives of those who live there."

"It sounds wonderful."

"You can decide that for yourself." He leaned close to whisper, "Come with me."

Jac's shock showed clearly on her face. "Come with you? Where?"

"Savannah." Before she could reject the idea completely, he rushed through the rest. "My sister got engaged a few months back. Her engagement party is in two weeks. The entire team has been invited. I'd like you to come with me."

Jac hesitated, thinking carefully. "You want me to meet your family?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? I mean... Meeting your family... Some people might think..."

He stopped her there. "I'm sure." Wade's hands came up to cup her face as he took her mouth with his. The kiss was soft but firm. Demanding but gentle. And when his tongue sought entrance, Jac didn't hesitate. Her arms clung to his waist as his fought to pull her in closer. Wade tried to remember that Jac's crew would begin to arrive in the next half hour. Maybe sooner. But right this very minute he didn't care about anything but the taste of her. The feel of her in his arms. The memory of being buried deep inside her as she came.

Jac wrenched her mouth from his. "Okay," she panted. "We should probably retreat to our neutral corners."

Wade growled as his mouth found the sensitive area behind her ear. "I need you," he whispered.

"Carl usually shows up early," she countered.

He groaned. "I knew I didn't like that man."

"It's not his fault that you're so... hungry."

Wade pulled her back into his arms. He kissed her hard and fast. "If you didn't feel so damn good, I wouldn't need you."

Before she could comment, Carl's truck rolled into the parking lot. Jac tried to step back, but Wade held strong.

"You have to let go now."

"After you promise me that I can have you. Tonight."

"Wade..." Jac put her hands on his chest. He refused to yield.

"Promise me, Jacqueline," he insisted.

She glanced out the window to see Carl climbing out of his truck. "I promise," she answered quickly. "Now let go."

"Anything I want, baby. Promise me," he ordered.

She could hear Carl climbing the porch steps. In less than a minute, he'd find them. "Anything," she promised desperately.

Wade smiled in victory. "I'll hold you to that," he threatened softly before slanting his mouth over hers.

"Excuse me," Carl interrupted, clearing his throat. "Didn't realize you two were... busy." While he managed to keep his voice level, he couldn't quite smother the grin.

"Good morning, Carl," Wade smiled warmly. "I trust you had a pleasant weekend."

"I did. And you?"

He slipped one arm around Jacqueline's waist. "Pleasant doesn't quite cover it."

"I don't think Carl wants to hear about our weekend," Jac hissed. "Why don't we talk about today's schedule?" She jabbed Wade none too gently in the ribs as she pulled away. His sharp gasp as the air was forced from his lungs gave her a lovely sense of satisfaction. "Carl, why don't we start in the children's room?" Dismissing Wade entirely, she sailed from the room, clearly expecting her project manager to follow.

"Son, I do believe you've got your hands full with that one."

Wade's smile widened. "Countin' on it," he drawled.

Wade checked his watch - almost four. In roughly an hour, the crew would pack up for the night and head home. He was anxious for the day to be over, more than ready for a long hot shower, a good meal, and Jac. He smiled just thinking of her. Wade knew the men had begun to suspect something was going on between them. He had given enough carefully orchestrated hints during the day for them to piece it together. A look. A touch. Whispered conversation over lunch. He had reasons for revealing the truth to Jac's men. First, one of them was working for Ryan and he suspected that Jac had a man in her life, a man that would go to the wall for her, he might think twice before trying anything else. The second reason was far more personal. A man's simple pride in his woman. Jac was smart, beautiful, and sexy as hell. And she was his.

Wade stepped into the children's room, marveling at the changes that had taken place. Anna had completed her rough sketch of the mural - a charming park scene comprised of characters from popular children's fiction. "Damn," he murmured as he took in the space. He felt like he had stepped into a storybook.

"It's going to be amazing," Carl agreed. "Ms. Barrister is going to have to chase the kids out every night."

"And some of the parents, too, no doubt." His eyes on a baseball game in progress; Wade smiled and asked, "Has Jac seen it yet?"

"No, not yet. She left right after lunch for an appointment. She's on her way back in right now." Carl glanced at his watch. "Should be here in another thirty minutes or so. She asked me to make sure everything was picked up in here. Ms. Barrister is expected in the morning to give final approval on the mural."

"I can't imagine that being a problem. Bronwyn is going to love this." Wade reached for the broom propped against the wall. "I'll sweep. Why don't you check over the rest of the place? Make sure we're ready for our company."

"Will do."

"Once everything's all set, you and the guys can go ahead and take off for the night."

Carl cocked his head, hesitating before he asked, "You sure about that? Jac didn't say anything to me about leaving early."

"No, she didn't."

"It seems to me the last time someone tried to take over her crew, Jac took exception."

"The circumstances are different now."

"Yes, they are. Doesn't mean Jac's going to tolerate it any better."

"If there's any heat over this, I'll take it. Alone."

"Yes, you will," Carl agreed.

Within ten minutes, the crew was gone and silence had begun to settle in. Wade finished the sweeping and completed a walkthrough of his own. The men had done a great job of putting everything in order before they left. He was taking one last look at Anna's mural when he heard the front door open.

"Hello?"

"In the children's room, baby," Wade answered cheerfully. "Come see what Anna's been up to."

He heard her cross the foyer seconds before she appeared in the doorway. Ignoring the scene before her, Jac focused in on the man. "Where's the crew?"

"I sent them home."

"Excuse me?"

"They'd finished everything on today's schedule and picked up the place before they left. You're ready for Julliard and Einstein in the morning."

"So you thought you'd send them home?"

Wade heard the disbelief in Jac's voice. And the leading edge of anger. "Yes. I know I may have overstepped, but I figure the morale boost was worth it."

"You may have overstepped?"

"Yes."

"You sent my crew home. Without asking me."

"I didn't think you'd mind, considering."

"Considering what?" she asked incredulously. "Considering we're sleeping together? You think that gives you the right to undermine my authority?"

"No, of course not," Wade argued quickly. "I only meant to..."

"Countermand my orders."

"God no! I meant nothing of the sort." He took a deep breath before continuing. "The crew and I finished everything on today's schedule a bit earlier than anticipated. When I came to check with Carl..."

"Carl?"

"Yes, Carl," Wade hissed. "He was straightening up in here. He told me that Einstein and Julliard are expected in the morning. Knowing that, the crew and I gave the whole place the onceover. When we were done, I told them they could go home."

"And what time was that?"

"Around 4:00. I think."

"And you never once thought to contact me and ask if it was alright?"

"No, I didn't," Wade stated, not even a hint of apology in his voice. "I thought you might actually appreciate the idea of a little more time alone together." His eyes met hers, anger, and frustration shining bright. "Apparently, I was wrong." Without another word, Wade turned and walked away.

### Chapter 11

"Crap!" Jac hissed as the front door slammed. She collapsed into the lone folding chair in the room, her head in her hands. When she had driven up, after a horrible confrontation with Ryan, to an empty construction site, her mind had instantly taken her back to the months following her father's death. To all the times Ryan had changed her orders for the men behind her back. Jac stood to pace. She had every right to be angry with Wade. He had taken it upon himself to send her men home early. Without consulting her!

Back and forth, Jac paced, swearing and muttering under her breath, as anger gradually gave way to hurt. How could Wade have done this? After everything she'd shared with him? He had asked her for the truth about her relationship with Ryan. He had encouraged her to share the intimate details of their breakup. And then he had brushed her feelings aside as if they didn't matter. How was she supposed to accept that? Jac heard the front door open and close again, quietly this time. Knowing she had no choice but to finish this out, she buried the pain and went in search of Wade.

"We need to talk."

"It'll have to wait. I completed the perimeter check. The area surrounding the building is clean. No sign of an intruder. Now I need to check the second floor." Without another word, he climbed the stairs.

Swearing under her breath, Jac followed him up and into the first bedroom. She watched as he checked the windows for any signs of forced entry. Finding none, he turned to go. Jac stepped in front of him.

"We need to talk."

"And we will," he agreed. "When I'm done."

"No. We need to talk now."

Wade's breath hissed between his teeth. He studied Jac as she stood in the doorway. She held her body ridged and her hands on her hips. She was determined to do this. That much was clear. And short of physically removing her from the doorway, there wasn't much he could do. Wade folded his arms. "Go."

Jac raised one eyebrow at him. She knew that voice. It was his SEAL voice. It meant he was pissed but listening.

"I told you how it felt when Ryan countermanded my orders for my crew."

"Yes, but..." Wade reached for her, only to have her pull away. Her rejection sliced at him as his heart began to pound nervously in his chest.

"You knew how changing my orders would make me feel, but you did it anyway." She shook her head in disbelief. "I don't know how to deal with that. With your absolute disregard for my feelings."

He watched in horror as her eyes filled with tears. His tough, sarcastic, feisty Jac, leveled by his carelessness. Wade felt like every kind of bastard. "Baby," he began, his hands reaching for hers, holding on tight when she tried to pull away a second time. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know."

"I was only thinking of getting the guys out of the way so I could spend more time alone with you."

"And how you got what you wanted didn't really matter," she whispered so quietly Wade almost missed it.

"What? No!" he hissed. "Of course it mattered. Everything," he tilted her face up to his. "Everything about you matters to me." The first of her tears fell as he watched helplessly. "I'm sorry I was careless, Jacqueline." His hand cupped her cheek. "Don't you know that I'd do anything, anything at all, to spare you even a moment of pain?"

With any other man, Jac would have considered the statement ridiculous and overly dramatic. But one look into Wade's eyes told her just how serious he was. She believed him when he said he hadn't meant to hurt her. The problem was, it hurt just the same.

"Jacqueline, sweetheart," Wade pleaded. Taking a chance, he stepped into her. Grateful beyond all measure when she let him move in close. "Jacqueline," he sighed. "Please..."

The rest of what he would have said was lost as they heard a knock on the door. Wade signaled Jac to remain still and silent as he crossed the foyer.

"Poet. It's me, Caveman."

Frustrated by the intrusion, Wade swung the door wide. Caveman stood, cooler in hand, leaning against one of the porch pillars. "I thought Einstein was delivering dinner tonight."

"I asked if I could do it." Caveman glanced at Jac as she turned and surreptitiously wiped her tear-streaked face. "We need to talk," he murmured to Wade.

From the tone of his voice, it was clear that whatever Caveman needed to talk about, it wasn't good. Hoping to get it over with so that he could get back to Jac, Wade stood aside and gestured him in.

"Hey Jac," Caveman greeted as he entered.

She smiled and nodded. "Thanks for bringing dinner." She took the cooler he offered. "Won't you join us? We always have more than we need."

"No thanks. I don't want to intrude." He shifted his attention to her. "I just need to make sure Poet's been updated." He watched as Jac put the cooler on the only table in the room. Waited as she slowly turned back to him. "Did you tell him?" He saw surprise flash in her eyes.

"I distracted her earlier," Poet admitted. "She didn't get a chance to tell me anything."

Jac spared a quick look at Caveman. He remained still and silent, his face expressionless. She realized he was waiting, giving her a chance to tell her side of the story first. Grateful, she turned to Wade.

"The appointment I had earlier today..."

"The one that upset you," Wade broke in.

"Yes." Jac took a deep breath. Held it for a moment before exhaling slowly. "I met with Ryan McKenzie."

"Excuse me?"

"He called earlier this morning, wanting to meet. To talk," she explained. "I was hoping we could settle things. Once and for all."

"Without me."

"I thought it would be best."

"Fuck that!" Wade hissed. "I should have been there with you."

Despite his anger, Jac stood her ground. "I disagree. If I had taken you with me, I never would have gotten the truth out of Ryan."

"She's right," Caveman insisted.

"The hell she is! She had no business facing him alone."

"I wasn't alone," Jac answered calmly. "You forget. Caveman had Ryan under surveillance."

"I was there during the entire meet, Poet. She was never in any danger. I wouldn't have let anything happen to her."

Poet's face was a mask, his eyes dark. "I would have preferred to watch over Jacqueline myself."

"But that wasn't an option. Now, was it?" Caveman challenged.

"Apparently not, since the two of you decided to make the decision without me." His eyes locked on Jac's face. "I don't like the idea of McKenzie anywhere near you."

"I know. But we needed to know if he had any part in his father's crimes. This seemed the simplest way."

"I still don't like it." He looked from Jac to Caveman and back again. "You'll tell us what he said."

She noticed it wasn't a question. It was an order. Normally, she would have balked at his tone and expression, but something in his eyes told her not to challenge him. "Of course. I never planned to keep our conversation to myself."

"You just didn't want me there when you had it," Wade stated bitterly.

"Poet," Caveman warned.

He shook his head once, holding up his hands in surrender. He didn't want to hear that he was being unreasonable or that he was an ass. Right now, Wade just didn't give a damn. Jac had hurt him, even before he knew she could.

"What did McKenzie want?" Caveman asked quietly.

"At first, Ryan pleaded his father's case. Begged me to talk Bronwyn and Einstein into dropping the charges. Said his father had only wanted to help him."

"How so?"

"His father thought that if he discredited me then it would only be a matter of time."

"Matter of time until...?"

Jac spared Wade a glance before answering. "Until I went crying to Ryan for help."

"Fuck that!" Wade spat. Another glare from Caveman silenced him.

"I told Ryan that there was absolutely no way I was going to ask Bronwyn and Einstein to drop the charges. That his father needed to be held accountable."

Caveman nodded. "How'd he take that?"

Jac shrugged. "About as well as can be expected, I guess. He hates the idea of his father going to jail."

"Do you think Ryan knew what his father was doing?"

"He said he didn't. Not at first anyway. Not until Anna was hurt."

"And do you believe him?"

Jac hesitated, reluctant to share her opinion.

"Jacqueline?" Caveman asked softly.

"Yes. I believe him."

"Of course you do," Wade grumbled.

Ignoring him, she continued. "While I'll agree that Ryan can and has been a self-centered bastard in the past, I don't believe he would intentionally hurt someone. It's just not in his nature to condone violence, of any kind."

"Okay. You know him better than any of us," Caveman pointed out. "Unless we find evidence to the contrary, we'll assume Ryan didn't know what his father was up to." Jac nodded. "What happened after you told him you didn't agree with dropping the charges?"

"Excuse me?"

"You said 'at first' he pleaded his father's case. That implies there was something more."

Jac glanced at Wade again as he watched her carefully. She licked her lips nervously.

"Jac?" Caveman repeated quietly.

Still trapped in Wade's gaze, she answered. "He wanted another chance."

"Another chance?"

"For the two of us." Wade snarled, breaking the hold he had on her. Jac shifted her attention back to Caveman. "Ryan says he still loves me and that he's willing to do anything, if I'll just give him another chance." She released a heavy sigh. "He went on and on about how we have all this history together. How everyone thinks we belong together. Even how my father once told him that he wanted the two of us to get married and run his company when he retired."

"Pulled out all the stops. Didn't he?" Caveman sympathized.

"Yeah. He sounded so... desperate." Jac shook her head thoughtfully. "I've never seen him act like that. And when I told him, in no uncertain terms, that we were never, ever getting back together, I thought he was going to lose it. He started begging and pleading. And when that didn't work, he got angry."

Wade was suddenly across the room and reaching out to her, his voice quietly demanding. "What do you mean, he got angry?"

"You know. Your basic nasty remarks."

"What did he say, Jacqueline?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does. His words upset you." She started to deny it. "You were angry and hurt when you got back. McKenzie clearly had something to do with that. So, I'll ask you again, Jacqueline. What did he say?"

"Nonsense. Angry, bitter foolishness about how he knows how I manage to keep my company in the black. How I manage to get job after job in an economy such as this."

"He implied you were sleeping with your clients," Caveman murmured.

"He didn't imply it," she corrected "He said it loud and clear. Loud enough to draw attention from those sitting closest to us in the restaurant."

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Wade hissed.

"Funny. Those are the same words your girlfriend used to describe him," Caveman stated dryly.

Shocked, Wade looked to Jac. "You called McKenzie a son-of-a-bitch?"

"Among other things," she admitted proudly.

"That's the very least of what he deserved, if you ask me," Caveman insisted. "After what he said. And did." He turned to Poet. "He grabbed her."

Poet's eyes zeroed in on Jac. "He put his hands on you?"

"When he started accusing me of sleeping my way to the bank, I stood up to leave. Ryan grabbed my arm to stop me."

"And didn't let go," Caveman added.

Poet reached for Jac's arm, gently lifting it for his inspection. She felt him tense when he saw the bruises. Marks left by Ryan's fingers. With his eyes on hers, Wade lowered his lips to her skin. Uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy, Caveman turned away.

"McKenzie needs to pay for this," Wade began. "I..."

"You don't need to do anything," Caveman pointed out. "I already took care of it." His eyes met and locked onto Wade's, soldier to soldier. "McKenzie put his hands on Jacqueline. So I put mine on him."

With a half smile, Wade nodded. "Thanks." He looked from one to the other. "Although, I'd rather have handled him myself."

"Understood," Caveman accepted.

Wade turned his attention to Jac. "I don't want you, either of you, deciding what's best for me."

"You mean like you did for me?"

Caveman's eyes filled with mirth as he struggled not to laugh. "Looks like she's got you there, Poet."

"It's not the same thing," he mumbled.

"Actually, you're right," his friend agreed, causing Wade to smile smugly. "It's not the same at all. You decided that it was best for Jacqueline if her men went home early."

"And she decided what was best for me when she decided not to tell me about her meeting with McKenzie."

"Actually," Caveman clarified. "Jac decided what was best for her. As much as I'm sure it pains you to hear it, man, I don't think her decision to meet with her ex alone had anything to do with you."

Wade opened his mouth to protest, closing it with a low growl when he realized his friend was right.

"I think my work here is done," Caveman joked. "I'll just head out. You two enjoy your evening." After placing a quick kiss on Jac's cheek, he hurried from the room. A few seconds later, Wade heard the front door open and close.

"I'm sorry," Jac began.

"No. Don't apologize," Wade pleaded. "You were right. I knew I was overstepping, but I did it anyway." He ran one finger down her cheek. "I had hoped that my motive for sending your crew home early would be enough for you to accept my... impertinence."

Jac shook her head. "I overreacted to what was clearly an innocent gesture on your part."

"Not completely innocent," Wade confessed. "I figured if your crew was still here when you got back, it would only drag things out." He saw the astonishment on her face and his anger evaporated. It had him moving in tight. "I couldn't wait another hour to get you alone."

"We're alone now," Jac pointed out.

Wade's eyes registered surprise just seconds before they went dark and hot. "Yes, we are."

"So, what did you have in mind?" she teased.

"This." Wade crushed her mouth under his - rough, reckless, and starving for the taste of her. In moments, they were clinging to one another. Jac groaned as he pushed her back to the wall and began tugging at her clothes. "Let me see you!" he hissed. She lifted her t-shirt up and over her head as he reached for the snap on her jeans. A few seconds later, she was profoundly and blessedly naked. Wade hit his knees. Holding Jac firmly in place, he lowered his mouth to her breast, running his tongue across the hard bud of her nipple. She writhed helplessly, pulling him closer. To please them both, Wade drew her into his mouth.

Jac gasped. Her hands frantically tugging at his shirt.

Wade knew once she touched him, once he felt her hands on his skin, it would be over. She would push him so far over the edge that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking her. He shook his head in denial. Not this time. This time he wanted Jac to be the one fighting to stay in control. Standing quickly, he dragged her hands up and over her head. He held them there with one hand while the other slipped between her legs. Wade's fingers toyed with her, taking Jac higher and higher, stopping just short of release, until her body bucked in frustration.

"Wade? God! Please."

"Not yet, baby. I'm gonna string you so tight, you'll be beggin' for me to come inside you," he whispered seductively. He bent to capture one hard nipple in his mouth and suckled eagerly. Immediately, Jac's cries of pleasure filled the room, sliding across his skin, and making him harder than he'd ever been. As impatient as Jacqueline now, Wade slid first one, then two fingers deep inside her. "Christ! I'll never get over the feel of you. Like hot, wet silk, so tight I forget how to breathe." His fingers began to move, matching the rhythm of his mouth on her breast. With a strength that surprised him, Jac pulled at the hand that held hers.

"You're desperate. Aren't you, baby?" Wade whispered now. "The need... Bigger than anythin' you've ever felt before... Chokin' you... Tearin' at you... Until you're sure it's gonna swallow you whole..." Wade's hand stilled as he pulled back just enough to see Jac's eyes. He waited for them to focus on him. "That's how I feel every time you touch me. Every time," he emphasized. "The need... Bigger than anythin' I've ever felt before..." He reached for his jeans, pushing them and his boxers to the floor with hands that shook. "Chokin' me... Tearin' at me..." Bending quickly, he brought one of Jac's legs up and wrapped it around his hip. "Until I'm sure it's gonna swallow me whole..." Wade hesitated for just a moment, his eyes locking onto Jacqueline's, before he plunged deep. Her breath caught and he growled low as the climax ripped through her. Refusing to give in, Wade gritted his teeth and held on tight. "Christ!" he panted. "The way your body pulls me in..." He watched in awe as Jac slowly came down. Felt her body tremble and her hands go lax. Wade waited for her eyes to clear. "You're beautiful when you come, Jacqueline. Absolutely breathtaking." He began to move, gently and deliberately. Savoring the hot, wet slide as their bodies became one. Wade pulled Jac up onto her toes, changing the angle of her hips to reach even deeper. As he moved, he grew harder and tighter until the fit was unbearably exquisite. Slowly, finally, they slipped over the edge together.

"Okay. I'll admit it," Jac announced breathlessly. "Sending the guys home early was a good idea." Wade smiled. "But don't make a habit of it."

"Fair enough. Although, I'll warn you." He gently unhooked her leg from his hip and lowered her to the floor. "I'll be tempted." He pulled back until they were both standing on their own. "I find it harder and harder to resist you."

Jac smiled.

"You play your cards right, and there's more where that came from," Wade teased.

"Oh really?"

"Oh yeah." He bent to scoop their clothes off the floor and held a hand out to her. "I think it's time we hit the shower."

Forty-five minutes later, they were back downstairs, both clean and sated. Wade had talked Jac into trying out the new shower in the master bath. It had ten different heads, a built in stereo system, and a bench. Wade particularly liked the bench. There had been just enough room for him to sit with Jac straddling his lap. The result had been one hell of a ride. Just thinking about it made him hard all over again. But as they hit the bottom step, the dinner they hadn't gotten around to earlier beckoned. The smells alone had Wade's mouth watering as soon as Jac opened the cooler.

"It looks like we have Anna's homemade pizza tonight."

"Homemade? As in, from scratch?" Wade asked incredulously.

"Yeah. She makes her own crust and sauce. It's better than any pizza I've ever eaten anywhere else."

The first bite had Wade groaning in appreciation. "I wonder if Preacher has any idea how lucky he is."

Jac smiled knowingly. "From what little Anna has told me, Preacher knows exactly how lucky he is."

### Chapter 12

Anna gently lifted Daniel's arm from her waist and slipped out of bed. It wasn't easy. He seemed to have a sixth sense where she was concerned. Always knew when she was close. Claimed he could feel her heart beat with his. With one last look at Daniel's sleeping form, Anna crept from the room. She didn't allow herself to limp until she was well down the hall. God her hip hurt! And her knees. And, of course, her hands. She needed meds and she needed them now. Moving as quickly as she could, Anna grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured herself some iced tea from the pitcher in the fridge. She found her prescription bottles on the counter, swallowed down the pills, and placed her empty glass in the sink. Now all she had to do was wait.

As she waited, she cursed the sudden urge that drove her earlier today. The one that had insisted she finish the rough sketch of the children's mural ahead of schedule. She had pushed her body too far and it was paying her back. In spades. Ninety minutes, she reminded herself. She just had to get through the next ninety minutes. The best way to do that, she realized, was to distract herself. She considered working but dismissed the idea quickly. Thinking clearly was beyond the scope of her abilities right now. And she doubted her hands would cooperate for her anyway. Reading, then. She looked through the titles on the shelf and chose one of her favorites before settling gently on the sofa. By her count, she lasted thirty seconds. Then she was up again, pacing agitatedly. Painfully.

"Anna?" Daniel murmured softly. "What are you doing up, sweetheart?"

He hadn't bothered with a robe. Instead, Daniel stood in the light of the moon shining through the window, nude. He was beautiful Anna thought for the hundredth time. Beautiful and strong. And he loved her. It was there in his eyes. In his voice. Before she could shore up her defenses, her own eyes filled. "Just got up to take some meds."

He could hear the pain in her voice as soon as she spoke. It sliced at him, making his heart bleed and his eyes as hard as fractured glass. Daniel went to her, tilting her face up to his. He wiped away the first of her tears with a gentle stroke of his thumb. Christ, he hated this disease.

"Why don't you go back to bed? I'll be along in a little while."

"Fuck that!" he swore viciously.

"Look," Anna pleaded. "There's nothing you can do here. All I need to do is wait it out. There's no reason we should both lose sleep over it."

"You think I'm the kind of man that can just leave you here alone and in pain?"

She sighed heavily. "I know you're not." Anna paused before she added. "But it might be easier if you were."

"We both know if I was the kind of man you described, you wouldn't be here with me now." His hand reached out to cup her face. "You wouldn't have given me your body or your heart." He kissed her, soft and sweet. "I'm going to draw us a bath."

"Us?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, challenging. When she remained silent, he continued. "We'll see if all those fancy jets in that tub of yours can help."

"I might not be able to sit still for it," Anna warned.

Daniel shrugged. "If it doesn't work, we'll try something else."

"Okay. Ready, love?" He held out his hand, holding her steady as she lowered into the hot, lavender-scented water. She smiled as he climbed in behind her, a leg on either side of hers, her bottom pulled in tight to his groin. "I thought you said the lavender made you smell like a girl," she teased.

"I think I'll make an exception. For you." Daniel placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "Can you lean back, baby?" When she complied, he reached for the washcloth and soap he'd left on the edge of the tub. More lavender filled the air as he lathered the cloth, and smoothed it down one outstretched arm. Anna groaned. Daniel hesitated. "Am I hurting you?"

"No. Not at all. Most of the pain is in my hip and knees." Even as she explained, Anna shifted in the tub, bending her knees slightly.

"What did you do before me?" he asked quietly. "To ease the pain?" As he spoke, he continued to run the cloth gently over her arm, hoping to give Anna's senses something else to focus on.

She hesitated. She had never shared this part of her life with anyone. Not even those closest to her. Daniel waited patiently. He wasn't going to let his question go unanswered. He would just keep asking and waiting. "I'm a pacer," she finally admitted.

He lowered one arm into the water, shifting his attention to the other. "Does the pacing help?"

"Sometimes."

"And how long do you have to pace before you find relief?"

She hesitated again, knowing he would hate the only answer she had.

Daniel's hands stilled. "Anna?"

"An hour. Give or take."

He flinched as if she had struck him. "How often are you in so much pain that you need to pace? In the middle of the night? Alone?"

Anna heard the censure in his voice. "It's not very consistent. Maybe a couple of times a month. Unless I do something to aggravate my condition."

"Like pushing your body too hard."

"Yes."

Abandoning the washcloth to the edge of the tub, Daniel slid his hands up to cover Anna's breasts. Her heart rate spiked as she fought to concentrate on the conversation. "The pacing gives your mind and body something else to think about. Right?"

"Yes," she moaned.

With his thumbs, Daniel gently teased her nipples into hard, round pebbles. Anna's soft moans made him hard in seconds. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I thought you'd enjoy this more than pacing." One hand moved low on her stomach. "Give me your mouth, Anna. I need to taste you."

She did as he asked, turning her body slightly to accommodate him. Daniel took her mouth, the kiss slow, deep, and possessive. It demanded her attention and response. One hand slid up and into her hair, fisting there to hold her in place as he plundered. The taste of her filled him, seeping into every pore, until he was drowning in her. His hand released her hair and moved seductively down her body. Daniel swallowed her gasp and his own groan. What had started as a creative way to distract her was quickly becoming something neither of them would be able to control. "I think we should move this to the bedroom. There's not enough room in here for what I have in mind."

"Daniel, I may not be able to..."

He kissed her quickly, cutting off her words. "Trust me, sweetheart. There's more than one way of pleasing us both."

Daniel moved carefully, lifting Anna easily as he stood. He gently lowered her feet to the floor, making sure she was steady, before he reached for a thick, oversized towel. Ignoring the water dripping from his own body, he dried Anna gently and wrapped her in the towel, tucking the corners in at her breasts. "Go into the bedroom, baby," Daniel said as he finished. "I'll be with you in a minute."

Anna did as he asked, marveling at his compassion and persistence. He wanted desperately to help. To find the key to easing her pain. And even though she didn't believe anything would help, Anna didn't have the heart to tell Daniel no. As she entered the bedroom, she glanced at the big platform bed. Her nemesis. There was something seriously twisted, and downright mean, about the fact that she couldn't even sleep without causing herself pain. She snarled at the bed and turned toward the French doors instead. Daniel found her looking out at the darkness when he entered. Even from this distance, he could see the tension in her body. Placing the bottle of massage oil he snagged from the bathroom on the bedside table, he went to her.

"Anna?"

"I don't know what it is about the night, but it draws me in." She smiled up at him. "When I was a little girl, I thought it held secrets. And promise. Like there were things that happened at night that I had yet to learn." Daniel wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to swat at him playfully. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

He smiled. "I know. But... since you're here... And I'm here..." Daniel took Anna's hand and led her to bed. "Lay down, baby. Face down."

Seeing the massage oil on the table, Anna almost groaned. Any other time, she would have loved one of Daniel's massages. They always left her feeling relaxed and content. But now... "I don't know if I can do this," she warned him. "When the pain's at its worst, I can't be still. That's why I pace."

Daniel smiled. "Understood." He kissed her softly. "But let's give it a try. Okay?" He pulled the towel from her body, letting it fall to the floor.

Anna stretched out on the bed, adjusting and readjusting her hips and legs until she was reasonably comfortable.

"I need you to tell me if I hurt you, baby. Or if I do something you don't like. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

Daniel climbed on to the bed, straddling her thighs. Reaching for the bottle on the nightstand, he oiled his hands generously. "Let's start with a part of your body that doesn't hurt," he suggested. He reached for her shoulders, hands gentle and caressing at first. Gradually, he applied pressure until he began to work out the tension.

A groan slipped from Anna's lips, making Daniel hard enough to hurt now. Ignoring the pain, he drew all of his attention back to working the knotted muscles of her back. Gradually, he felt her body begin to relax, surrendering everything to him and what he could make her feel. Christ! No matter how long they were together, no matter how many times they made love, her absolute trust and acceptance always leveled him. It brought out the most primal need in him. The need to possess. To make her his. He eased back and whispered hoarsely, "Turn over, baby."

"Easy for you to say," she teased. "I think you melted all my bones." Slowly, carefully, she turned under him. As her hip connected with his arousal, Daniel couldn't quite stifle the groan.

"Do you want me, Daniel?"

"Always."

Anna smiled softly. "Prove it."

Daniel's hands faltered as he kneeled over her. "Tonight isn't about me. It's about you." He re-oiled his hands, resting them on Anna's waist. Taking a deep breath, he slid them over her ribcage, and up to cover her breasts.

Anna groaned, arching into his hands. "If your goal is to distract me, I can't think of a better way."

His eyes locked onto hers as his thumbs toyed with her nipples. "I couldn't bear it if I hurt you."

Anna reached up to pull Daniel's mouth down to hers. Stopping short of connecting. "I guess we'll just have to be careful then."

"Anna... I don't think..."

That's as far as he got before she pushed him away and onto his back. "Don't think then. Just feel." She swung her leg over, ignoring the pain in her hip, to straddle him intimately. Despite his reluctance, Daniel pulled her in tight.

"Anna," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You make it impossible to do the right thing."

"Trust me. This is the right thing." She bent down to take his mouth with her own.

Daniel's hand came up to bury itself in her hair, holding her away from him. "You'll tell me if I hurt you." Anna frowned in frustration, trying again to kiss him. He tightened his hold on her hair. "Dammit Anna! I'll have your word or I'll put an end to this right now." He saw the shock and anger in her eyes but refused to give in. "Your word," he repeated.

"My word," she panted. "Now kiss me, dammit."

Daniel grinned triumphantly. "I'll do a hell of a lot more than that."

Wade's first conscious thought of the day was of Jacqueline. The smell of her hair... the softness of her skin... the weight of her as she lay draped over his body. The moment she began to stir he rolled, switching their positions so that she was tucked under him. Wade looked down on her face. Watched as her eyes opened and slowly cleared.

"Good morning," he whispered softly.

"Good morning." Before Jac could say another word, Wade lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was gentle, warm, and sweet.

She was smiling when he pulled back. "You slept well?"

"Yeah. You?"

Ignoring the question, Wade studied Jac in the soft morning light. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with amazement.

"Oh... Wow..." she stammered. "Um... Thanks."

He smiled, charmed by her modesty. "You're welcome." Wade moved in for another taste but Jac put her hand up to stop him.

"The crew will start to arrive soon. We should probably get dressed and clean up in here."

"I'd rather not." He shifted onto his elbows so that he was close enough to whisper in her ear. "I'd much rather spend the day with you. Alone. And naked."

"Oh really?"

"The only thing I want to see you wear for the rest of the day is a smile."

"Mmmm. Don't tempt me."

"I've got news for you, darlin'," Wade said with a grin. "It's my new goal in life to tempt you as thoroughly and as often as possible."

"Is it now?"

"Absolutely." He glanced at his watch and scowled as they heard a truck pull up outside. "Damn, that man. Does he always have to be so fucking punctual?" Jac started to laugh but thought better of it when Wade's head jerked back in her direction. His eyes peered down at her. "You think this is funny?"

Jac fought to maintain her composure. "No. Of course not."

"Yes you do," he argued. "You're laughing at me." His hands slid down to capture her waist. "Admit it, Jacqueline."

"No," she insisted, the first chuckle escaping. "I am not laughing at you."

"You little liar," Wade teased. "I'll make you pay for that."

When Preacher entered the room a few seconds later, Wade had Jac pinned to the floor, holding her in place with the weight of his body, while he tickled her mercilessly. They were both laughing like loons, completely oblivious to everything around them. As Preacher took a moment to enjoy the view, the sleeping bag Wade and Jacqueline were wrapped in slipped and he was suddenly confronted with full frontal Jac. "Woe! Hang on!" he called out as he slapped one hand over his eyes. "I do not need to see this."

"Preacher! What the hell are you doing in here?" Wade shouted. He shifted quickly, shoving Jac behind him.

"What am I doing in here? Jesus! What the hell are the two of you doing? On second thought, don't answer that!" He spun away from them. "Poet, I picked up your truck from Jac's house," he stammered. "It's parked out front. Your keys..." Preacher held them in his outstretched hand. He started to turn around but snapped back. "Umm..." He searched the room desperately. "I'll just leave them here." He bent and carefully placed Poet's keys on the floor. "I'm going now. Hollywood should be on his way to pick me up. I'll wait outside." With the last of his speech completed, Preacher fled the room. Even after the front door slammed behind him, he could still hear Jac and Poet's laughter.

"I just wanted to take a minute to touch base this morning," Jac explained a few hours later. She poured three cups of coffee, passing one to Wade, one to her project manager, and keeping the third for herself.

"I saw the owners were in this morning. Did we get the go ahead for the mural?" Carl asked.

"Yes we did. Apparently, both Einstein and Bronwyn loved it. As well as the updated plans for the window seats." She turned to Wade to explain. "We're going to drop the seat height from the standard sixteen inches to twelve. Bronwyn and Anna decided the room should be as kid-friendly as possible. That includes all the furnishings."

Wade nodded. "Makes sense."

"Carl, where are we on the shelves?" Jac asked.

"We've got a dozen of the shorter ones left to build. All of the taller ones are complete. They should all be ready for install by the end of the week."

"Good. That's ahead of our original schedule. We'll postpone installation though, until after the mural is finished. If we install now, the shelves will only get in Anna's way."

"How long will it take her to finish?" This question was from Wade.

"Now that the rough outline is up, she says it'll take her the better part of a month."

"A month?" Carl sputtered. "Why the hell does she need that much time?"

"Think about it. The mural covers roughly eighty percent of each wall. It's painted by hand, with brushes. No sprayers. No rollers. No stencils. And she works alone." Jac let the information sink in for a moment. "I think a month is more than reasonable."

Contrite, Carl mumbled an apology.

"In the meantime, the finished shelves can be stored in the solarium." She waited for Carl's nod as she sipped. "We'll continue to divide the crew and our efforts. A few men will work downstairs but the majority of them will work upstairs on the residential areas. You can split up the men as you see fit. We have about six and a half months to finish the great room and the master bed and bath. Bronwyn and Einstein want to move in after their wedding and we're not about to disappoint them. On the commercial level, we'll be working on the old dining room next. We'll use the same floors and shelves as we did in the front room. Lighting may be different. Still waiting on some final decisions there. I'll call in the order for the paint when we're done here."

"I can swing by and pick it up on my way in tomorrow morning," Carl volunteered.

"Sounds good. Anything I need to know about the men?" Jac wondered.

"Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary. Everybody's getting along fine."

"What about the new kid?"

"You mean the intern? He's okay." He grinned at her. "If you overlook the fact that he spends a great deal of time staring at your ass."

"Excuse me," Wade growled. "He does what?"

"Don't listen to him," advised Jac. "He's just jerking your chain."

"I am not." Offended, Carl turned his attention to Wade. "The boy stares at her ass every time she walks by. Every time her back is turned."

Wade's eyes went cold as he admired the ass in question. "You may want to tell that boy to be careful. If he does anything other than look, he'll have to deal with me."

"Are you serious?" Jac asked in disbelief.

"I've never been more serious."

"And that's my cue to leave," Carl muttered.

Jac waited for him to go before advancing on Wade. "You've never been more serious? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Wade moved into her, close enough that the tips of his boots touched hers. "Bottom line? I don't share."

"I didn't hear anyone asking you to share," she spat. "All the boy does is look."

"And all I'm sayin' is, that if he's thinkin' of tryin' somethin', he should reconsider." Wade reached out, fisted his hand in her hair, and dragged her to him. "You're mine now. You belong to me." He saw Jac's eyes flash with temper and kissed her hard and fast. "And I belong to you." The next kiss was soft and sweet. "I believe I made myself clear regarding what I was looking for in a relationship."

Shocked, Jacqueline wasn't sure what to say. "Yeah. I guess you did."

"If that's going to be a problem, let's deal with it right now," Wade whispered, his lips close to hers.

"No," Jac answered quietly. "No problem."

"Good." He covered her mouth with his, the kiss blatantly possessive. When Jac moaned, he repositioned her head and took the kiss deeper. His tongue teased hers, drawing it into his mouth. His hands slipped down to cup her bottom, bringing her in tight. Growling in frustration, Wade ripped his mouth from Jacqueline's. Taking her hand, he dragged her to a powder room tucked into the front corner of the house, well away from any of the crew. Stepping inside, he pulled her in after him, and closed the door. Jac opened her mouth to protest, but never got the chance. He shoved her against the door, holding her there with the press of his body, his mouth feasting hungrily on hers. His hands reached for the hem of her shirt.

"Wait. We can't..."

But Wade had already pulled the tank top up and over her head. He tossed it to the floor as his mouth burned a hot, wet path across her shoulder. Jacqueline's hands clutched at him, snaking under his shirt.

"Take this off," she whispered.

Wade smiled against her skin even as he refused. "Not a good idea, baby. I can only go so far before I..."

Jac's mouth captured his, cutting off his excuses. In seconds, she had him regretting his decision. Christ! How did she keep doing this to him? With just a look, she could have him aroused to the point of desperation. He was completely at her mercy.

"We need to stop," Jacqueline panted. "There's a houseful of men out there that are smart enough to figure out what we're doing in here."

Wade groaned, hating that she was right. "I need to taste you first." Without waiting for Jac's consent, he reached behind her and released the catch of her bra.

"Wade..."

"Please, Jacqueline. Let me..." He lowered his mouth to her breast, pulling the nipple into his mouth, to tease and torment until she was writhing against him. "Jesus!" Wade swore as his hands clutched desperately at her, holding her in place. "Hold still Jacqueline. I'm begging you. Otherwise, this is about to get seriously out of hand."

"You started it."

Wade couldn't help but chuckle. "That's true. I did." He kissed her gently, tenderly. "Trust me when I say, though, I'm paying the price now." He took a deep, ragged breath. "You should probably go before I do something that's ridiculously out of line."

"I think you're right." She made short work of straightening her clothing. "I'll just go check on the men."

"And I'll catch up with Carl. I need a few minutes first, though, to...unwind."

Jac glanced down at the bulge in the front of his jeans. "I think you might need more than a few minutes." She had the pleasure of seeing the shock on Wade's face before she beat a hasty retreat.

### Chapter 13

Jac was still smiling to herself ten minutes later as she stood in the solarium inventorying the completed shelves. While she counted, she couldn't help but admire her crew's craftsmanship. It was above reproach. Flawless even. Then there was the timeline to consider. The crew had been either on time or ahead of schedule for every project. And they'd managed it all without serious injury or argument. Jac was sure this was a first. That meant she should probably spring for lunch at the end of the week. And for this crew, that meant pizza. That also meant the parlor over on Main. The restaurant's prices were reasonable and they delivered. That worked for Jac. She was considering the pizza order, when suddenly she heard loud, angry voices coming from upstairs.

"You son of a bitch!"

Jac took the stairs at a run hoping to intervene before the argument got out of hand. As she hit the doorway of the great room, it only took a few seconds for her to realize she needed to act fast. Will and Kevin had squared off, facing one another. While Will appeared to be only mildly annoyed, Kevin was furious. "Gentlemen. Care to explain what's going on here?" she tried.

"It's nothing, Jac," Will was quick to answer. "The kid and I had a little disagreement. No big deal."

Jac watched as Kevin's face flushed red with anger. "You fucking liar!" he hissed. With a growl, he ran at Will, fists raised. Jac wasn't quite fast enough to stop him or the blow from Will that dropped Kevin to the floor.

"Dammit, Will! Why the hell did you hit him?" Jac bent down to check on Kevin, only to have him push her hands aside and stand on his own. He used the back of one hand to wipe blood from his mouth.

"You saw him, Jac! He was coming right at me! I had to do something!"

"And now it's my turn!" Kevin roared as he advanced on Will again. This time he ducked under the punch aimed at his jaw and threw one of his own.

Will staggered, but remained on his feet. Blood gushed from his nose. "Dammit boy! You broke my nose! I'm going to..."

"Enough!" Jac tried again. "I want the two of you to stop this nonsense right now. Before someone gets seriously hurt."

"He broke my fucking nose!" Will screamed.

"You shouldn't have started with me old man," Kevin taunted.

"Old man? I'll show you who's an old man!"

Both men lunged as Jac stepped between them. With her back to Will, she faced Kevin. "Back off!" she yelled. "Back off now!" When Will tried to step around Jac, she used her body to block him. She only took her eyes off of Kevin for a second. But that second was enough time for him to strike out again. It was just Jac's dumb luck that he missed Will and hit her. Pain radiated out from her eye and across the entire right side of her face.

"Shit! Now look what you've done," Will accused. "You've gone and hit Jac!"

"I didn't mean to! I was trying to hit you!" Kevin whined nervously. "Jesus, Jac. Are you okay?" When he reached for her, she held out her hand to stop him.

"Don't," she snapped. "Stay the hell away from me!" She heard running on the stairs now and Wade calling her name.

"Oh man! I wouldn't want to be you," Will said to Kevin. "Wade's gonna kill you!"

"Shit!" Kevin hurried to position himself behind Will.

"Jac, do something!" Will pleaded.

Before Jac could even consider a response, Wade and Carl stormed into the room.

"What the hell is going on up here?" Carl demanded.

Wade, on the other hand, only had eyes for Jacqueline. Ignoring the men completely, he rushed to her side. One look at her face had him swearing viciously.

"Baby," he whispered. "Let me see." He gently tilted Jac's head back so that he could get a better look. The area around her eye was already discolored and starting to swell. Wade knew from experience that the bruising and swelling would only get worse. What worried him more was potential damage to the eye itself. He held up one finger. "How many fingers am I holding up, baby?"

"One."

"And how does it work? Any blurriness or double vision?"

"No."

"Good. Can you follow my finger?" Wade slowly moved his finger right, left, down, and up. He watched as Jac's eye followed the movement. "Did that hurt? To move your eye?"

"No. It's okay."

"Good." Wade took a deep breath, only vaguely aware that the men stood silently watching. "Now the hard part, baby." His eyes met hers for a moment. "I need to make sure that none of the bones are broken." He saw alarm flash vividly over her face before she buried it. His fingers moved carefully now, gently pressing on the bones of her cheek and then around the eye socket. Each time he shifted his fingers, he waited for her response. When he had covered the entire right side of Jacqueline's face, Wade breathed a tremendous sigh of relief. "It doesn't look like anything's broken. Thank God." He kissed her lightly. "We should still have it looked at, just to make sure. I'll call Einstein. He's having lunch with his mother today. She's an orthopedic surgeon. I'm gonna ask her to take a look at you." With his hand resting low on her hip, Wade pulled out his phone and placed the call. As he waited for it to connect, he got his first look at the two men with Carl. Will was one of the older men on the project. His carpentry skills were impressive but his penchant for bad jokes and pranks often annoyed the crew. The younger man was the intern Carl had mentioned earlier. He looked both guilty and afraid. Even from this distance, Wade could see that the boy was trembling. Before he could process that bit of information, his call went through.

"Einstein."

"There's been an... incident at the site. Jacqueline's been injured."

"How badly?"

"She was hit in the face. I need to know if any bones are broken."

"We're on our way. ETA seven minutes."

"Thanks." He disconnected. "Seven minutes, baby." Wade looked up and across the room at the men. "Just enough time for you guys to explain what happened up here and how Jacqueline managed to get hurt." When they hesitated, Wade's patience wore thin. "Now!"

Will was the first to speak. "It started when I was razzing Kevin." He gestured to the young man cowering behind him. "It kind of got out of hand. Maybe I said some things I shouldn't have. I don't know. Anyway, he got pissed and came after me."

"You shouldn't have said what you did," Kevin hissed.

"What did he say?" Wade asked.

Kevin's eyes went wide. "I'd rather not say."

"I really don't give a damn what you'd rather. I asked you a question. I want an answer."

Hell no, Kevin thought. Even faced with Wade's fury, there was no way he was going to repeat what Will said. Not with Jac in the room. Apparently, Will had no such qualms.

"I teased him about staring at Jac all the time. About..." He faltered when Wade turned his gaze on him.

"About...?" Wade prompted when he stalled.

"About... How he stares at her ass all the time."

Jacqueline winced when she felt Wade's body tense.

"Anything else?"

Will looked from Kevin, to Jac, and finally back to Wade. He didn't move. Didn't yell or threaten them like Will thought he would. He just stood there with the muscle in his jaw twitching, calmly asking questions. This was bad, Will realized. And it was about to get much worse. He stared at the floor as he finished the rest. "I accused him of having wet dreams about Jac."

"That's when I tried to hit him," volunteered Kevin. "He shouldn't have said that."

"No. He shouldn't have," Wade agreed. "How did Jacqueline get hurt?"

"Jac stepped between us."

"I didn't mean to hit her," Kevin mumbled. "I was going for Will and she got in the way."

Wade kept his eyes on Kevin. "If you two hadn't been fighting, she wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Yes."

"If you hadn't thrown the first punch, you two wouldn't have been fighting."

"Y...Yes." Kevin stammered.

Without warning, Wade swung his attention back to Will. "And if you hadn't opened your fucking mouth in the first place, none of this would have happened at all." He had the satisfaction of watching Will's skin pale and his mouth drop open in shock.

"Now look here. I'm not the one that..." Will started.

"Poet?" a voiced called from the lobby.

"Upstairs! Great room!" Wade answered.

He glared at both Will and Kevin. "We'll finish this after Jacqueline's been examined. Until then, I suggest you go downstairs and make yourselves useful. Carl, if you could keep an eye on them for me until we're done here, I'd appreciate it."

Unsure how to respond, Carl waited for Jac to clarify.

She looked from Will to Kevin and back again. "Both of you are dismissed. I don't expect to see either of you on site for the rest of the day. You'll be docked half a day's pay. Will, I expect a doctor's note declaring you fit to work in the morning. Both of you will report directly to Carl. You'll be working together on the old dining room ceiling. It needs to be sprayed and scraped." She waited a beat. "Any questions?" Neither man commented. "See you in the morning then. And gentlemen," she added as they started to leave. "One more screw up like this and you're both out on your asses."

Grim faced, but without even a whisper of displeasure, both men left the room.

"I'll just follow them," Carl volunteered. "Make sure they clear out quickly and quietly."

"Thanks Carl. I appreciate the help. I'll be down in a few minutes."

Carl nodded before heading downstairs.

Wade rushed forward to greet Einstein and his mother as they entered the room. Jac used the moment to watch them as they spoke briefly. Dr. McGregor was elegance personified. In her silk blouse, tailored slacks, designer shoes, and diamonds, she was the kind of woman that usually made Jac nervous. The swan come to gawk at the ugly duckling. But then she smiled and held out her hand.

"Only my colleagues and patients call me Doctor McGregor. All my friends call me Mac."

"Mac," Jac murmured hesitantly in return. "Thanks for taking the time to come out here. I'm sorry we interrupted your lunch."

"Nonsense. I assure you, I don't mind." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Frankly, I was hoping I could get a tour of the place when we've finished. Vincent has told me so much about the project, but this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes."

"I'll take you on a tour, Mom," Einstein promised. "Just as soon as you've tended to Jacqueline."

"Of course, dear. Why don't you leave us to it?" she suggested as she led Jac closer to the window and into the bright sunshine. "You and Poet can have a nice chat while he fills you in." Taking his mother's advice, Einstein grabbed Wade by the arm and pulled him across the room to talk in private.

"You said Jacqueline had been hit in the face. You neglected to say that it was a man's fist that did the damage."

"It was an accident," Jac insisted from across the room.

"Fuck that!" Wade hissed. "I don't care if it was an accident! You're hurt. And those two are responsible."

"I tried to stop a fight between two of my men." She explained, ignoring Wade's outburst. "I put myself in the middle of things. It wasn't a good idea."

Einstein nodded once and turned his back on the women. Jac took the not so subtle hint and returned the gesture. "One of the men took a swing. He missed his target and hit Jacqueline instead," Wade murmured.

"And what are your plans for the men?" Einstein wanted to know. "Particularly the one who hit her."

"If it was up to me, I'd fire them both."

"Both?"

"Yeah. The one who hit her, Kevin, is hardly more than a boy. The other man, Will, is old enough to be his father. He goaded the kid into taking a swing at him."

Einstein nodded again, a picture forming in his mind.

"The way I figure it, if Will hadn't opened his mouth, none of this ever would have happened."

"I was pretty quick with my fists too, at Kevin's age."

"Ditto."

"What'd Will say to get the kid to take a swing?"

Einstein watched as Wade's face hardened with renewed anger. His eyes darted to Jacqueline before meeting his. "If I tell you, it stays right here, between us. I won't have any of the guys using this to..."

"Poet," Einstein interrupted. "You have my word."

Wade sighed deeply. "The kid has a crush on Jacqueline. Will was giving him a hard time about it. Accused Kevin of having wet dreams about her."

"Fuck that."

"Exactly. I'm trying to be understanding..."

"Fuck that too," Einstein spat. "I say you stick with your original plan and fire them both."

Wade's eyes flew again to Jac and held. He watched as Mac checked her pupils with a penlight. "There's more," he whispered.

"You mean besides the fact that you've fallen in love with her."

Wade chuckled softly, turning to his friend. "You don't miss much. Do you?" He looked back at Mac and Jacqueline. "I think I may have fucked up."

"How?"

"I raced up here... I saw Jacqueline... her eye..." Wade took a ragged breath. "I played the angry, possessive boyfriend card."

"Christ!"

"Yeah. I started with insisting that we call you and Mac."

"That's not so bad. You're getting her quality healthcare."

"I yelled at her men. Demanded they tell me what happened."

"Still within reason, although walking a fine line."

"Then I dressed them down and ordered them to wait downstairs for me while Jacqueline was examined."

Einstein winced. "And what did Jacqueline say in the middle of your angry, jealous tirade?"

"Nothing. Until I tried to issue an order to her men."

"Which she didn't take very well."

"She belayed my order and issued one of her own."

"Consider yourself lucky that's all she did," Einstein observed.

"I'm sure that was just the beginning. There'll be more when we're alone."

"Maybe you should apologize." Wade turned away from the women and looked back at his friend. "Son of a bitch!" Einstein hissed when he saw his face. "You're not going to apologize."

"How can I?" Wade asked quietly. "How can I apologize for wanting to protect her? My God, Einstein. It's who I am. It's who we all are."

"I know. But it's not only about who you are anymore. It's about Jacqueline too."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm doing this for Jacqueline!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Fuck you, Einstein! We protect our own! No matter the cost!"

"Not if the cost is Jacqueline herself," Einstein murmured quietly. "Think about it, Poet. Jac isn't like those helpless, empty-headed debutantes or SEAL groupies that you're used to dating. Do you think Jac wants a man fighting all her battles for her? Do you think she needs you to discipline her men for her when they're out of line?" He waited to let his words sink in. "You've got yourself a real ball-buster, Poet," Einstein chuckled in appreciation. "You're going to have to learn the art of compromise."

"Is that what you did? Compromised? For Bronwyn?"

Einstein went quiet and still. His eyes, which seconds ago had been filled with mirth, clouded with pain. "Every time," he whispered. "Every time I see her scars or think about what she went through as a child, I want to lock her in the house and barricade every door and window."

"But you don't."

"Because that's not what Bronwyn wants or needs. She needs my love, and loyalty and encouragement. She's as much a ball-buster as your Jac."

"But..."

"Gentlemen," Mac interrupted. "I've finished examining our patient."

Wades long legs made short work of the room as he hurried to Jacqueline's side. He pulled her in close, once again titling her face up to his. While his attention was for the woman in his arms, his words were for Mac. "Is she okay?"

"I don't see any evidence of a fracture.

"You're sure?"

"I examined the zygomatic and orbital bones in much the same way you did," she explained. "The pain and discomfort Jacqueline is experiencing originate from the inflammation and bruising."

"Treatment?"

Mac smiled. "If you're anything like my son, you're no stranger to black eyes, Wade. Ibuprofen and ice should reduce both the pain and swelling. Ice for fifteen to twenty minutes every hour for the first twenty-four hours. Warm compresses after that."

"Thanks Mac," Jac sighed. "I really appreciate you taking time from your day off to come and see me. I owe you one."

"Nonsense. I'm flattered to have met you. I just wish it could have been under more pleasant circumstances." With that said, she leaned in and kissed Jacqueline's cheek. "Maybe we can all get together soon. Something simple. How does a barbecue sound?"

"It sounds great, Mom," Einstein answered. "Now why don't we excuse ourselves and I'll take you on that tour I promised?"

"Excellent." With one last kiss for Wade, she allowed Einstein to escort her from the room.

As soon as Jacqueline and Wade were alone, she broke away from him, putting as much distance between them as the room allowed. Before he could speak though, they heard someone on the stairs. Carl appeared in the doorway.

"I hate to interrupt..."

"It's okay, Carl." Jac reassured him. "Is there a problem?"

"The doc said you needed to take Ibuprofen, so I raided the first-aid kit."

"Thanks." She took the pills and bottle of water he offered. "Everything alright down there?"

"Yeah. Will and Kevin are gone for the day. I walked them out myself. The rest of the men are working on knocking out the last of the shelves."

"Good. I'll be down in a few minutes."

"You should go home, Jac. Put some ice on that eye. I can handle everything here."

"I don't know..."

"If it were any of the rest of us, you'd send us home."

Jac nodded reluctantly. "I'll think about it." She saw the doubt on Carl's face. "I promise. But there are a few things I need to do first."

"If you don't leave in the next thirty minutes, I'm calling Anna."

Jac smiled, in spite of the circumstances. "Thirty minutes. Got it."

As soon as Carl left, Wade spoke. "He's right, you know."

"I know."

"Are you going to do as he asked?"

"In a bit, yes. But first..."

"We should talk."

Jac's head came up at the tone of Wade's voice. He stood facing her, his body straight and stiff, his face a blank mask. This was the soldier he used to be. And with the way his hands clinched and unclenched at his sides, he was spoiling for a fight. Good, she thought. So was she.

"You overstepped. Again," she began.

"I assessed the situation and acted accordingly."

"Fuck accordingly! You stormed up here and took over. You interrogated my men, called in Mac, and then ordered my men to wait for you downstairs. My men! To wait for you!" Jac hissed. "As if you had the right!"

"God dammit! I was taking care of you! What the fuck is so wrong with that?"

"I take care of myself! Alone!"

"I don't think so, sugar! Times have changed. You may want to pay attention."

"No! You may want to pay attention. I don't need a man to take care of me!"

"Everyone needs some help, once in a while, Jacqueline."

"Not me. I take care of myself. Always. No exceptions."

He flinched as if she had struck him. The pain of her words cutting deep. "Then we have ourselves a problem. Don't we?" He stepped in close. "We're involved, you and I. Wholly and intimately. I explained to you what that meant and what I wanted for us. You agreed." He moved in even closer, close enough that he could feel her anger in the air around them. "You belong to me." His eyes were hot with frustration and desire. "I protect what's mine."

"I don't need you to protect me, Wade."

He turned away from her, putting some distance between them. The room was suddenly too hot and confining as he fought to steady his breathing. He had to finish what he needed to say and get out of here. Before he started to beg. "So, let me get this straight. You'll give me your body, but everything else is off limits."

"I never said that!"

"No, you're right, you didn't." His eyes locked on hers, cold and hard. "But what else am I to believe, Jacqueline? The only time that you're truly mine, when you're willing to give me everything, is when we're making love." His voice was thick with emotion. "There's not a part of you that you'd deny me then. Is there, darlin'?" He dropped her gaze and backed away. "But out here? There are rules governing our behavior, particularly mine. Boundaries. According to you, I'm not allowed to protect you. To help you. To take care of you. I'm not allowed to be worried. Or to get angry when you're injured through someone else's carelessness. I'm not allowed to express that anger to the men involved." Christ! Wade felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. "What the fuck did you expect me to do?" he hissed. "Did you honestly think I was the kind of man that would stand by and not say a word? That I wouldn't care that you were in pain? That I would nod and smile at Will and Kevin while you handled everything? All so you can prove to everyone that you don't need a man taking care of you? That you don't need anyone? Fuck that, Jac! And fuck you!" He began to pace now, anger boiling in him as he moved. "If all you wanted was sex, you should have walked away from me at the start. I made it clear what I wanted. What I needed from you. I didn't lie. I had no hidden agendas. I wasn't playing games." He stopped pacing to pin her with his gaze. Everything he was feeling was there for her, in his eyes. "I'll have all of you Jacqueline. All of you or nothing. If you're not prepared to give me that... stay the hell away from me." With one last look in her eyes, Wade turned and walked away.

### Chapter 14

Jacqueline stood, frozen to the spot as she listened to Wade's retreating footsteps - down the stairs, across the foyer, and out the front door. She watched from the window as he climbed into his truck and drove away. Never once did he hesitate or look back. Jac's breath caught as tears clouded her vision. She had to get out of here. As quietly as possible, she crept downstairs to the kitchen where she kept her purse. After a quick search, she located her car keys. Her shades however, were in the car. Fuck it, she thought and headed out to the lobby. The only thing left to do was brief Carl. She called out his name as she opened the front door.

She kept it short and sweet as soon as he joined her. "There are only a couple of hours left in the day. I'm going to take your advice and head home early. Get some ice on this eye. You guys finish the construction of the shelves. If you have time before five, get the first coat on them too. I'll see everybody the morning. If you need me, call my cell. Any questions?"

Something was wrong here, Carl realized. Something other than a scuffle between the men. "No problem. We'll finish the shelves easily. Is Wade upstairs? I'll put him on the saw."

"Wade left."

And there it is, Carl thought. That's what's got Jac so tied up in knots. That son-of-a-bitch hurt her. "I see. Should I expect him tomorrow?"

"I honestly don't know," Jac murmured. "I don't know what his plans are any more."

"Don't worry about it. You go home Jac. Ice your eye. I'll take care of everything here." When she looked up at him, Carl almost lost it. She had the same helpless expression in her eyes that she wore the day they buried her father. He stepped in close, his hand on her arm. "Do you need me to drive you home, honey? No one will think anything of it."

Jacqueline gave Carl a small smile. "No, I'll be okay. Thanks." As she headed out, she called over her shoulder one last time. "Call if you need me." Keeping her eyes on her truck, she fought to put one foot in front of the other. She knew Carl would be watching and she didn't want to give him any reason to follow her. Climbing up, she strapped on her seatbelt, slipped her key in the ignition, and started the truck. With one last wave to Carl as he stood in the doorway, she backed out. Ten minutes she told herself. She only had to keep it together for ten minutes and then she'd be home. She kept her mind focused on the job – materials and supplies that needed to be ordered, projects that needed to be outlined and planned, payroll even. Anything that would keep her mind off of Wade.

He slammed his front door just as Jac was climbing into her truck. Tossing his keys on the side table and his boots into the closet, Wade stripped down to his skin in the foyer. Then he scooped up the dirty clothes, deposited them in the laundry room, and walked straight to the fridge. He downed his first beer as he stood there. The second, he took with him to the shower. As he waited for the water to heat, he dialed his cell. When the owner answered, he said only two words. "I quit." Tossing the phone to his bed, he stepped under the spray, letting the water wash over him, hoping it would help ease the ache left behind by his confrontation with Jacqueline. As he came up for air, he took another long pull at the bottle in his hand. Jac didn't want him taking care of her. She didn't want him protecting her. Fuck it! He drank again. He was a United States Navy SEAL for Christ's sake! He was trained to protect and serve. Add in the fact that he was madly in love with her and.... Wade drained the bottle and sat it on the floor outside the shower. How the hell was he supposed to love Jacqueline and never want to take care of her? Never take steps to protect her from harm? It was ludicrous. He stilled for a moment as the truth settled inside him. No man could love a woman under those restrictions.

As Jac pulled into her driveway and parked, tears welled. She let them come as she locked the door behind her. Any other night and Jac would have gone for a shower first. Tonight, all she wanted was an icepack and a beer. Pulling off her heavy work boots, she left them by the door and headed to the kitchen. Jac grabbed two bottles from the fridge, opened one, and took a seat at the kitchen table. Just as she was swallowing her first sip, her cell phone rang. Oh, hell no, she thought. Whoever that was, they would have to wait.

"Poet?" Einstein called out.

"Out here. On the deck," Wade drawled.

Einstein locked the front door and followed the sound of Wade's voice. As he passed through the kitchen, he counted four empty beer bottles on the counter. "Fuck," he hissed. Wade never drank to excess. When he was a teenager, he and a friend were almost killed when they combined alcohol and drag racing. It had made him cautious. Grabbing a beer of his own, Einstein stepped out onto the deck. Wade was stretched out in one of the two Adirondack chairs, dressed in a pair of jeans, his hair still wet from the shower. There was one more bottle beside him, a second in his hand.

"I see you got my message."

"I did." Einstein took the seat beside him. "I must say, it was a little... abrupt. I was hoping you could elaborate."

Wade drank down the rest of his beer. "It seems Jacqueline and I aren't..." He stopped there, leaving the thought unfinished. Unable to say the words.

"Did you apologize?"

He shook his head. "I told her the truth."

Einstein stopped with his beer halfway to his lips. "You told Jacqueline that you're in love with her?"

"Never got the chance." Wade finally turned to look at his friend. "She was too busy telling me that she doesn't need me to protect her or take care of her. She takes care of herself. Alone. No exceptions." He looked away again.

"Everyone needs someone."

"Jac adamantly disagrees."

"And what did you say to her sudden declaration of independence?"

"Bottom line? That if all she was willing to give me was her body... then she should stay the hell away from me."

"Sweet Mary Mother of God! What the hell were you thinking?"

"I didn't know what to do," Wade explained, "I saw everything slipping away."

"So you thought you'd just help it along?"

"Fuck no!" Wade stood to angrily prowl the deck. "Do you have any idea how much it hurt to be seconds away from telling her that I love her, only to have her tell me instead that the only thing I'm good for is to warm her bed? What the fuck, Einstein! She knew what she was getting into with me! I was clear from the very beginning that I was looking for more than sex! That I wanted a relationship with her. A real, honest-to-God intimate-on-every-fucking-level relationship! She fucking agreed!" He continued to pace, his angry strides eating up the deck. "Maybe it's all a game to her! Maybe she gets off on promising a guy whatever he wants only to..."

"Poet stop!" Einstein interrupted.

"Einstein you don't know..."

"I know you're wrong about Jacqueline."

Wade's eyes were a kaleidoscope of emotion. Shock. Anger. Pain. And finally... nothing. "I must admit I didn't see this coming," he stated calmly. "That you would side with her on this."

Einstein stood. "If you weren't in so much pain right now, I'd kick your ass for what you just said."

"Don't let that stop you."

Einstein shook his head. Once. Hard. He refused to rise to the bait. "I want you to stop for a minute and think. How would you have described Jacqueline before this incident?"

"What the hell does that matter?"

"I think it may matter a great deal. Answer the damn question."

"Intelligent. Warm. Compassionate."

"Anything else?"

Wade took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Loyal. I'd say she's loyal to her friends and family."

"What about honest?"

"Of course she's honest. To the bone. And she insists on honesty from the people in her life. Dishonesty is one of the things that ruined her last relationship."

Einstein nodded. "So tell me Poet, how does a woman who's honest to the bone, play games with men? How does she lie to them and string them along?"

Wade made a face. "Fine then. She wasn't playing games," he admitted reluctantly. "Then what the hell is going on? Why did she lie to me?"

"Maybe she didn't lie to you," Einstein suggested. "Maybe you're missing something." Wade stared at him. "Does she love you?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"If she loves you, she wouldn't be able to hide it from you. You'd know." He watched as Wade considered. "Don't think about anything that she said today. Think about all the days before this one. Then answer the question. Does Jacqueline love you?"

Wade didn't even hesitate. "Yes."

"From what I've seen of the two of you together, I'd agree. Which means - you need to figure out why she's suddenly pushing you away."

Wade dreamed of Jacqueline. The kind of dream that left a man hot, sweaty, and satisfied. His body's way of helping him hide from the truth for a little while. He'd fallen asleep in one of the chairs on the deck, but he was awake now and all the anger and pain he'd felt over losing Jacqueline weighed heavily, threatening to suffocate him. He stood to head inside when, suddenly, his cell rang. It must be after midnight. A little late for someone to be calling. Wade hurried to answer it.

"Poet."

"Hey. It's Grayson. I'm sorry to call you so late, but..."

"No need to apologize, Gray. It's good to hear from you. What's up?"

"I need your help."

"Name it."

Wade listened as Grayson explained. "It's a rather long and complicated story. I'll try to stick to the highlights. I have a friend, Julia Gable."

"The concert pianist?"

"Yes. You may have heard she was in a car accident with her manager, Pierce Montgomery, a few months back. A car ran a red light and broadsided them. Her side of the car."

Wade nodded, remembering. "She was injured."

"Yes, quite severely. A lot of broken bones and permanent nerve damage to her hand. But that's not the worst of it." Wade heard him take a deep breath and let it out slowly before he continued. Quieter this time, as if he was afraid of being overheard. Wade instinctively lowered his voice as well. "Julia was pregnant at the time of the car accident. She lost the baby."

"I'm so sorry," Wade murmured, unable to even imagine how horrible it would be for a woman to lose her unborn child. Softly, almost apologetically, he asked, "How can I help?"

"Well, it seems the accident wasn't an accident after all. Montgomery hired the man that hit them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. With a little persuasion, he admitted it."

"Why the hell would he do such a thing?"

"So that Julia would either die or lose the baby."

"That son-of-a-bitch!"

"Yeah. That about sums it up. Julia and Montgomery used to be involved. After she broke it off, she found out she was pregnant. She didn't want anything to do with the guy, but she thought he had a right to know he was going to be a father. When she told him, Montgomery flipped out. It seems he has his sights set on the White House and he can't exactly have an illegitimate child running around. Now can he?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't be the first."

"You've got a point there. But this guy wasn't having it. His first solution was for the two of them to get married," Grayson said with disgust.

"Let me guess. Your Julia shot him down."

"I never said she was mine."

"Didn't have to. I can hear it every time you say her name," Wade explained.

"She's the most amazing woman. Intelligent. Compassionate. Beautiful."

"And you want justice for her," Wade interrupted. The last thing he wanted to hear was Grayson going on and on about the woman he was in love with.

"Yes. I want justice for her. And to see Montgomery and his friend suffer."

"Well, if you already know Montgomery orchestrated this, why do you need me?"

"All I have is his confession, given under duress. I don't have any evidence supporting my claim."

"What about the second man? The one driving the car that hit them?"

"Adam Miller. He's in the wind."

"You need me to find evidence that Montgomery hired or coerced Miller into coordinating the accident. And you want me to locate Miller," Wade summarized. "What about Montgomery?"

"He never left town. It's seems his very rich daddy hasn't been too pleased with his behavior of late. He's got his son on a short leash," Grayson sneered. "And if he knows what's good for him, he'll keep him there."

"You thinking of pressing charges with the evidence I find?"

"That's up to Julia. This is her fight. She decides how far we take it."

Wade shook his head. If Julia were his, he'd be tempted to take care of the men himself. Even before the thought had completely formed, he was disgusted with himself. That kind of reaction is what had driven Jacqueline away.

"Poet?" Grayson called into the phone.

Wade snapped back to the matter at hand. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I was just thinking. Planning."

"So you'll take the job?"

"Of course. For you, anything."

"You sure they can spare you at work?"

"Yeah. I was already planning to take some time off anyway. I'm scheduled for leave starting tomorrow," he lied.

"You're on vacation? Hang on. I don't want to ruin any plans you had..." Grayson argued.

"You're not. I was just going to relax, maybe go up to the cabin, and do some fishing. Nothing to write home about."

"If you're sure?"

"I'm sure." Wade sat down at the kitchen table with a fresh memo pad and pencil. "Now, let's start with you telling me everything you know about Montgomery."

They spent another half hour on the phone; Wade taking notes as Grayson answered his questions. He didn't know much more than name, date of birth, and address, but it was still a place to start. And after promising to provide Gray with daily updates, they disconnected.

Wade called Einstein to fill him in. Quickly and concisely, he relayed his conversation with Grayson.

"You need to help them," Einstein insisted as soon as Wade finished.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"We take care of our own," he stated simply.

"What about..."

Einstein didn't even let him finish. "Don't worry about Dénouement. I'll send Hollywood in your place. He'll keep everyone safe. Including Jacqueline."

"Thanks. I'll let you know, if for some reason, I need to leave town."

"I'd appreciate that. Good luck. And happy hunting."

Wade had to force the situation with Jac out of his mind. It was the only way he was going to be able to think clearly, to do this job for Grayson. When he was done, after he found Miller and the evidence Grayson needed, then Wade would try again with Jacqueline. Until then.... The only thing that mattered was finding justice for Julia and Grayson. Giving his head a final shake, he booted up his computer and got to work. It didn't matter that it was three in the morning. There was no sense trying to sleep. If he closed his eyes, Jacqueline would haunt his dreams.

### Chapter 15

Jac arrived well before sunrise. She wanted some time alone with Wade without the rest of the crew around. They needed to talk, to see if they could find some middle ground. A way that he could satisfy his need to protect and take care of her and she could maintain her independence. Jacqueline had been up most of the night trying to figure out what to say, what to do. When she heard a truck pull up, she took another sip of coffee. She needed the caffeine kick to shake off the fatigue and to settle her nerves. Jac listened for the truck door to open and close, boots on the porch, and, at last, the creak of the front door. With one last, mental shake, she stepped into the lobby and... froze.

"Hollywood?"

"Good morning, Gorgeous! You wouldn't happen to have more of that coffee, would you?"

"Um. Sure. I brewed a pot for the crew. Come on." While Hollywood poured himself a cup, Jac's mind was spinning with unanswered questions. Where the hell was Wade? Why hadn't he called? Was he oaky? Was he still angry with her? Trying to sound casual, she smiled at Hollywood. "What's up with Wade? I hope he isn't sick."

Hollywood sipped first, sighing with pleasure, before his eyes met hers. His brow was furrowed. "Poet didn't call you?" Jac shook her head. Hollywood studied her over his cup as he sipped again. Something was off here. Jac seemed... agitated, upset even. Had she and Poet argued before he left? "A friend called him last night, needing his help. It must be pretty serious because Einstein didn't even hesitate when he told Poet to go. Einstein said he'll be gone a week, maybe two." Hollywood smiled brightly. "Until then, you've got me." Jac forced a smile in return. "And don't worry. I'm sure Poet will call you just as soon as he can."

Yeah right, thought Jac. She shook her head in disgust, angry with herself. She knew it was a mistake to get involved with Wade. Now she was paying the price. This was clearly his way of telling her that they were over. He was done with her. It lacked subtlety, she thought wryly, but at least he let her save face with this story about a friend needing help. She didn't have to make up something for the crew. Or the team. This would keep their questions to a minimum for a little while and give her enough time to figure out how to explain the split.

"Still haven't heard from him?" Carl asked quietly.

Jac shook her head, busying herself with the paperwork in front of her, reluctant to look him in the eye. Carl had known her the longest of the men, all her life actually. He had seen her through every milestone. The good and the bad. She could fool everyone else, but not him.

"I don't know why you keep hanging on to the belief that he's coming back. It's been two weeks."

"Because I saw the way he looked at you."

Hollywood hesitated outside the door, boldly eavesdropping. For the last ten days, he had watched Jacqueline work herself to the bone. She was one of the first of the crew to arrive in the morning. One of the last to leave at night. And when she wasn't working alongside her men, she was on the phone talking with suppliers, picking up materials, or working on the books. The woman never stopped. And from what Hollywood had seen, she never asked for help either. Ever. At this rate, she'd collapse in the next day or two, unless someone intervened. Hollywood had tried to do just that. Jac had politely brushed him aside, insisting she was fine. But she wasn't fine. The mere mention of Poet's name was enough to have her eyes filling with tears. Hollywood couldn't help wondering what had happened between them. He knew for a fact that Poet was in love with Jacqueline, but he'd been back in the country for two days now and still he hadn't called her. Hell, Hollywood thought, if she were his, he'd have come to her straight from the airport.

"Whatever you think Wade felt about me," Jacqueline was saying, "That's clearly all in the past."

"Bullshit! That man's in love with you."

Shaking her head sadly, Jac finally looked up at him. "He might have thought he could love me once, but not any more. Clearly, he's had some second thoughts."

"Love can't be turned on and off like that. The man is head over heels, Jac."

"You didn't see him that last day, Carl. Trust me, whatever he felt is dead and gone."

"What happened, Jac?"

Her friends and family had been asking her that same question since Wade left. Especially Anna. But Anna had problems of her own. Her breakup with Preacher was devastating her, slowly whittling away the strong, independent woman she had worked so hard to become. There was no way Jac was going to burden her now. So she had thrown herself into work, hoping it would ease the ache. It hadn't. Maybe it would help to talk to someone. Wade's words echoed in her head. One of these men is not your friend. She studied Carl for a moment as he waited patiently for her to weigh the pros and cons of talking to him. There was no way in hell this man was her enemy. "We got in an argument, of sorts."

"Of sorts?"

"It wasn't really an argument. That would require two people. This was more along the lines of an ultimatum."

"You fucking idiot," Hollywood murmured.

"We started out talking about the way he handled the situation with Will and Kevin."

"He got a little heavy handed with that one. He had no right to give orders to the men without your approval."

"No he didn't. But he argued that he was only taking care of me. I told him that I take care of myself." Jac stopped there for moment as the tears that had been threatening began to spill. "The next thing I knew, Wade was delivering ultimatums. If that was the way I wanted things between us then I should just, and I quote, stay the hell away from him."

"What the fuck!"

Jac chuckled. "My sentiments exactly."

"The man's a fucking idiot! You know that, right? He'd have to be to force someone like you out of his life."

"Thanks." Jac brushed away her tears, irritated with herself for the weakness. "I guess you understand now why I kept telling you he wasn't coming back."

Carl snickered. "Yeah, I get it. And I guess I was wrong. Wade's not an idiot. He's a stupid son-of-a-bitch!"

Jac finally smiled at that. It felt good to have someone stand up for her. She sobered quickly though when she heard one of the men in the lobby. "I'd appreciate it if you'd keep everything we talked about just between us."

"Of course." Carl reached out, resting one hand on hers for a moment. "Does Hollywood know?"

"I can't be sure, but considering how close the team is, I'd have to say yes."

"I'm certainly not going to be the one to tell him that his friend is being an ass."

Jac smiled again. "Me neither."

Hollywood eased back, away from the doorway and through the lobby. Holy shit! What the hell was he supposed to do with this information? Did he confront Poet? Did he confront Jacqueline and defend his friend? But how could he defend Poet if any of what Jac said was true? Jesus! This was a mess. This is why he liked to keep relationships simple. Keep them light and fun. No promises. No strings. No HEA with a ride off into the sunset. None of Hollywood's relationships had ever had him getting into arguments or delivering ultimatums. And they certainly hadn't ended with both of them raw and hurting. If this was all part of falling in love, it just gave Hollywood one more reason to remain single.

It had been three weeks since Jacqueline told Carl the truth about her break up with Wade. Three weeks of long days and even longer nights. The team had made tremendous progress. Finishing another room for the bookstore downstairs and the master bed and bath upstairs. Jac was proud of all the work they'd done. "We're roughly five days ahead of schedule and right on budget," she explained to Bronwyn.

"That's great! Grand opening early next year?"

"Absolutely. Barring any unexpected obstacles," Jac warned as they moved through the lobby toward the children's room. "With old houses like this, you never know what you're going to find. I once found an entire family of raccoons. They'd dug a hole right through the roof and moved into the attic. They chewed through wiring and ductwork and destroyed the insulation. It took us almost a week to clean up the damage."

"Do you think that could happen here?"

"No. We haven't seen any evidence of animal infestation."

"Thank goodness."

They stepped into the children's room together. "Oh my god, Anna. This looks amazing!" Bronwyn exclaimed.

Anna turned from her perch at the top of a six-foot later. "Jac said pretty much the same thing when she saw it. I'm glad you like."

"Like it? Like doesn't even begin to cover it. This is extraordinary!"

"Thanks." Anna smiled softly and turned back to her work.

Jac frowned at her back. Anna had broken up with Preacher the same night Wade had walked out on her. And while she had responded with anger, Anna was devastated. Jac had been trying for weeks to get her to talk about it but Anna had refused every time. Instead, she kept to herself, working long hours, coming and going with barely a word to anyone. And Jac had noticed that Anna was losing weight too. That meant she wasn't taking care of herself. With her rheumatoid arthritis, if she didn't eat right, exercise, and get enough rest, the consequences could be devastating. Watching Anna now just reaffirmed Jacqueline's decision to take matters into her own hands.

Jac stood in the shadows. She wasn't hiding she insisted, just waiting. It wasn't her fault that he forgot to turn the porch light on when he left that morning. It wasn't her fault that he stayed out late. The way she saw it, he was forcing her to wait in the dark. She knew her argument was sound, yet when she heard him coming up the walkway, she receded further into the gloom. It didn't matter though.

"Go home, Jac," Preacher stated calmly.

"No. We need to talk."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Dammit!" she snarled. "You sound just like her. Well, I don't really care what either of you wants anymore. You're going to listen to what I have to say."

"I'm not interested in what you have to say, Jac. This is between Anna and me. No one else."

"Fuck that! You're either going to invite me in nicely like a civilized human being or I'm going to fight my way in," she threatened. "You chose."

"You'd never get by me, not without some considerable help. I guess you could always ask Poet, though. The way he's been looking at you lately, I'm sure he'd do just about anything you asked of him."

"Poet? What are you...?" Jac clinched her teeth and swore in frustration. "You son-of-a-bitch! I should call Poet. Let him kick your ass! Seriously, I have no idea what Anna ever saw in you! You're stubborn and pig-headed and refuse to listen to anyone else. Well, by God, you're going to listen to me!"

"Five minutes," Preacher hissed. "I'll give you five minutes. Then I'm tossing you out on your ass."

In a huff, Jac pushed passed him into his living room. For a second, she was simply stunned. She hadn't been back since Anna finished the place. It was absolutely incredible. She could see Preacher everywhere in this room; from the colors, to the textures, to the Native American warrior Anna had chosen for him. This was a room designed by someone who knew their client very well. Jac smiled softly to herself. There was love in this room, Anna's love for Preacher. More determined than ever now, she turned to face him.

"I don't know exactly what happened between you and Anna," she began.

"No, you don't."

"But from what Bronwyn's told me, I would guess there was some mention of marriage." Preacher nodded, the muscle in his jaw beginning to twitch. "And Anna told you she wouldn't marry you." Again, he nodded. "There was some sort of confrontation between you, resulting in..."

"That's enough, Jac," Preacher warned.

She knew she was upsetting him. She could see the tension in his body, but it couldn't be helped. "Did you even ask her why she wouldn't marry you?"

"Did I...?" Preacher exploded. "Did I even fucking ask her? Of course I did! Contrary to your opinion, I'm not a fucking idiot!"

"And?"

"And! She won't tell me a damn thing! Not one fucking word of an excuse!" He began to pace angrily. "Just went on about how she couldn't tell me! Afraid I'd change her mind or something." He stopped abruptly in front of her, causing her to take an involuntary step back. "Damn right I would have talked her out of it! She belongs with me! As my wife!"

"Do you love her?" Jac asked.

Preacher went perfectly still. Closed his eyes as tears filled them. The pain of losing Anna overwhelmed him. He bowed his head, trying to reign it back in, but he couldn't find the strength any more. He looked up at Jac and whispered, "Without her it hurts to breathe."

Jac didn't realize she was crying as she grabbed him. "Then you have to listen to me." She shook him hard when he didn't respond. "I think we can fix this. It won't be easy. Anna will try to stand her ground. It's what she does. Always trying to make the right choice." She had his attention now. "You'll probably have to fight for her. Harder than you've ever fought for anything in your life." She took a deep breath. "But I'm going to give you the upper hand here. I'm going to tell you the reason she thinks she can't marry you."

"Why? Why would you help me? You don't even like me," Preacher joked weakly.

"Because Anna loves you." She felt him tremble at her words and marveled at the capacity of the love two people could have for one another. "But I need to make one thing clear. If you use the information I give you to hurt Anna, so help me God, I will make you pay for it every day for the rest of your life."

"Understood." He placed his hand gently over hers. "And, for the record, I don't want this life without Anna. Tell me what you know."

Jac sighed with satisfaction as she sipped her beer. After confronting Preacher, she had come home and taken a long, hot shower. Now in her favorite sweats and t-shirt, she was enjoying a drink while she waited for the pizza delivery boy. For the first time in weeks, she didn't feel the oppressive weight of sadness and loss. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to get over losing what she almost had with Wade. Maybe. If only she could... A knock on the door mercifully interrupted her train of thought. Shaking off the mood, Jacqueline hurried to the door.

"Wow, that didn't take lo..." The words died on Jac's lips as she looked up to find Wade standing on her doorstep. "Um..." she started. "I thought you were the pizza I ordered." Jac rolled her eyes at the absurdity of her statement. "I mean..."

Wade smiled, charmed again by how beautiful she was when she was flustered. "Jacqueline."

"Wade."

"I've missed you." To that, Jac said nothing. "I was hoping we could talk."

"I'm confident that you made your feelings clear the last time."

"But that's just it," Wade corrected softly. "I don't believe I did." He paused, hoping Jac would say something. When she remained silent, he continued. "May I come in? Please."

Before Jac could answer, a car pulled up to the curb. The delivery driver climbed out and headed up her driveway. "I need to get that," she murmured.

"Let me." Without another word, Wade pulled out his wallet and went to meet the driver.

Jac watched as he paid for the pizza. God, he looked good. In simple jeans and a black t-shirt, he made her mouth water. Whatever he'd been doing for the last month, it certainly had agreed with him. Stop it, she instructed herself. She had no idea why Wade had come back, yet here she was, ready to throw herself at him. Pathetic. She'd be much better off remembering that he'd broken her heart when he left. Was she really ready to risk it again so soon?

Once Wade paid for the pizza, he walked back to the house. And Jacqueline. He was nervous. Afraid he'd say the wrong thing and she'd kick him out on his ass. He couldn't bear it if she did. So don't say the wrong thing, he ordered himself. This was his second, and probably last, chance to fight for a life with Jacqueline. Losing wasn't an option.

She'd left the front door open. As he stepped inside, Wade heard her in the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Seeing the bottle on the table, he answered. "A beer would be nice."

"No problem."

Wade put the pizza on the coffee table and settled onto the sofa, leaving Jac plenty of room so that she'd feel comfortable enough to sit with him.

When she walked in, she had napkins, plates, and the promised beer. The manners that had been drilled into her since birth had her inviting Wade to join her for dinner.

"I'd love to. Thanks. I was too keyed up to eat on the plane."

As she joined him on the sofa, Wade opened the pizza box. The glorious smell of tomato sauce and pepperoni filled the room. Despite the circumstances, Jac chuckled when both their stomachs growled in anticipation. "It's a good thing I ordered a large."

Wade nodded his agreement, his mouth already full. While he chewed, he popped the top off his beer. It took him less than a minute to polish off his first slice and half the bottle. He smiled as he realized Jac wasn't far behind. He served her a second slice before sliding one onto his own plate. Now that the worst of his hunger had been relieved, Wade got a good look at Jacqueline. She was wearing sweats and a t-shirt, which meant she had already showered. When he breathed in deep, he could smell the strawberry shampoo she'd used on her hair. And he bet she'd smoothed on that lotion that made her skin feel like silk. Her face, devoid of makeup, was fresh and beautiful.

"God, I missed you!" he whispered.

"So you said." Jac winced as she watched Wade's face fall. "I hope your friend is okay," she tried again. "The one that needed your help."

"I don't know if okay quite describes how they're feeling, but, given time, I think they'll get there."

"They?"

"An old friend and his new wife. Grayson and I met about ten years ago when he was doing research for one of his books. He met Julia when she moved into the house next door to his. She was recuperating from a serious car accident. Someone started leaking intimate details of the story to the local newspaper. While Grayson and Julia were investigating the newspaper stories, they uncovered evidence that they didn't expect. It seems Julia's accident wasn't an accident. Someone was paid to initiate it."

"That's horrible! Why would anyone do such a thing?"

"This particular person wanted her to... suffer." Wade sipped his beer, using the time to reign in his anger. "Grayson asked me to help them. I couldn't say no."

"Of course not," Jac agreed quickly. "Were you able to help?"

"I managed to uncover concrete evidence that a man named Adam Miller initiated the accident. When I dug further, I discovered that someone close to Julia was blackmailing him. The accident was Miller's way of settling the debt. Once I had the evidence, I tracked him to Morocco."

"He'll be prosecuted then. Right?"

"Unfortunately, Morocco has no extradition treaty with the United States. But in this case, it doesn't matter. Miller was already dead by the time I found him. He was struck and killed by a drunk driver."

"Karma doesn't miss much."

"This is true."

"What about the guy who hired him? Are your friends going to press charges?"

"No. It would only serve to feed the media. Julia's had enough."

"Can't say that I blame her."

"Gray wanted to see the guy go to jail. Probably still does." Wade stared into Jac's eyes. "When I asked him why he didn't force the issue with Julia, Gray said it wasn't his decision to make. He gave up what he wanted to make Julia happy."

"He must love her very much."

"Yes. They're very lucky to have found one another." Jacqueline smiled softly. It had been a long time since Wade had seen that smile. He'd missed it. He had thought of Jac constantly when they were apart. Wishing they hadn't fought. Wishing he hadn't said the things he did. As soon as the words were out, Wade had wanted them back. But there was no going back. There was only forward. Starting now.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you and the guys with Dénouement," Wade murmured.

Unsure what to say, Jac stood, gathering plates and napkins. "It is what it is. Don't give it another thought."

Wade stood too, dragging her away from the mess. "Leave it," he ordered softly.

When Jac tried to pull away, he held on tight. "I'm really sorry I wasn't here for you. What I did, how I reacted, was thoughtless and cruel. Most importantly, it was wrong. I was wrong. You did nothing to deserve how I treated you." His thumb caressed Jacqueline's cheek. "When you told me that you didn't need my help, that you would never want my help..." He rested his forehead on hers. "The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before," he whispered. "I didn't know how to deal with being shut out. I was hurt and pissed off. I couldn't be near you then."

"So your solution was to run? I thought SEALs never ran from anything."

"I'm here now," he emphasized.

"What if it's too late?" she challenged. "What if there's someone else?"

Wade's hand snaked out and grabbed a handful of Jacqueline's hair. "There's never going to be anyone else, for either of us." He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with all the pent up frustration, fear, and desire that he'd carried with him over the past month. His mouth was hot and greedy on hers, his tongue unrelenting as he forced his way between her lips to plunder.

She should walk away, Jac reminded herself. Wade had the power to break her heart, the power to crush it. Jacqueline put her hands against his chest to push him away. As if Wade knew her intention, he slipped one hand under her shirt to caress the bare skin of her back. The other hand dipped below the waistband of Jac's sweats. He growled deep in his throat when he found nothing but skin. Instead of shoving Wade back as she'd intended, Jac's hands fisted in his shirt now, holding him in place. Degree by precious degree, Wade felt her surrender. Christ! His blood burned under his skin as his hands moved over her now, caressing, arousing, until they were both trembling with need. Reaching for the hem of Jac's shirt, Wade dragged it up and over her head in one hurried motion. She stiffened and started to pull away from him again. The added distance gave Wade the room he needed to lower his mouth to her breast. Jacqueline's breath hissed between her teeth.

"God!" she sighed.

Wade smiled, his hand coming up to cup her as he suckled.

Jac made one last attempt at sanity. "We shouldn't be doing this," she panted.

Wade shook his head in disagreement. "We were made for one another." He kissed his way up her body until his eyes met hers. "Can't you feel it, baby?" His hand traveled beneath the front of her sweats to cup her intimately. When she hesitated, he began to tease her with his thumb. Her breath caught as Wade covered her mouth with his. He held nothing back. Desperation. Hunger. Love. Pouring everything into the kiss, terrified he wouldn't get another chance. "Please, baby," he begged.

With a groan, Jac reached for the snap on his jeans. She should have known as soon as she saw Wade on the porch, that she wouldn't be able to resist him. It was like he'd said – they were made for one another. Jac needed him like she needed air to breathe. Even if the cost was her heart.

Pulling and tearing at clothes, they stripped to the skin and fell onto the sofa, Jac tucked under Wade. His mouth moved over her, relearning every curve and every valley. As Jac trembled and moaned under him, Wade's need for her grew until he was mad to have her. "Fuck," he growled. "I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you." With his eyes on Jacqueline's and his hands clutching her hips, Wade plunged into her. He growled as she closed tightly around him. "Jesus!" As one, they began to move, Wade driving deep and Jacqueline meeting him thrust for thrust. He kept the pace slow and steady, savoring the feel of her, even though his body screamed for release. His eyes, he kept locked on hers.

Jac could feel the orgasm building fast. But not so fast that she missed the difference. There was something in the way Wade looked at her, held her, that was different than all the other times they'd made love. There was something in his eyes that hadn't been there before. She was still trying to identify it when the orgasm caught up with her, stealing her breath, and sending tremors shuddering through her body. With a final thrust, Wade collapsed over her.

### Chapter 16

He knew he needed to move, but he didn't have the strength to do anything about it. His hands were shaking and his ears were ringing. "Christ woman. That was... Hell, I don't think there are any words for what we just shared." Jacqueline smiled, clearly as dazed as he was. "I only know that I don't ever want to risk losing it again."

"Then you may want to roll off of me before I run out of oxygen."

"Oh shit! Sorry baby." Wade used his elbows and knees to shift his weight back before he stood. "We need a new couch," he announced as he scooped Jac into his arms. "One that fits us both." He carried her down the hall to the bedroom. "You know, the kind of couch that we can snuggle on, watching old movies late at night."

Jac couldn't help but smile at the picture he painted as he pulled back the covers and laid her gently on the bed. But there was still a lot to talk about before they could even consider a relationship that included the kind of intimacy Wade described. He had apologized to her. Now it was her turn. She waited for him to settle in, each of them on their sides, facing each other. Wade pulled her in close, legs tangling.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Jac finally whispered. "It wasn't personal."

"It certainly felt personal.

The pain in Wade's voice ripped at her. Tears filled her eyes. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to... I mean, I wanted you to..." She stopped a second time, frustration giving way to tears. "I'm so sorry," she finally whispered.

With gentle hands, Wade wiped at Jac's tears. "I'm sorry too, baby." His eyes searched hers for a moment before he slowly lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft, quiet, and tender, yet it still had the power to bring him to his knees. When Wade moved to tighten his hold, Jac pulled away.

"I still owe you an explanation." She kept her eyes on his chest, afraid that if she looked at him, she wouldn't be able to finish what she needed to say. "I loved my father," Jac began. "He was the best man I've ever known. Determined. Passionate. Strong. He used to say that his children were the best thing he had to offer this world."

"He loved you very much."

"Yes. But..." She stopped there, tears welling again.

"More than anything in this world, my father wanted his children to be strong. Especially me. He grew up watching his mother cower to the man she married. He said she didn't have the strength to stand up to him. She never spoke her own mind or pursued her own dreams. She was under her husband's thumb until the day he died." Jac stole a glance at Wade. The intensity with which he watched and listened to her was unnerving. She quickly looked away. "My father insisted that no daughter of his would suffer like that. She'd be strong. Strong enough to stand up to any man. Strong enough to stand alone."

Wade thought he was beginning to understand. It left him feeling sorry for the little girl she had been. "Your father taught you never to ask for help."

"Or accept it if it was offered. Asking and accepting help were tremendous signs of weakness to him. Women who couldn't stand completely on their own would never be respected. People, especially men, would take advantage of them. Try to control them."

"Not all men take advantage of women," Wade pointed out.

"I know."

"I would never take advantage of you. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Jac could hear the note of insult in his voice. "I never thought you would."

"But you are afraid that I'll try to control you. That if you accept my help, I'll use it against you." Now he was angry as well as insulted. Angry at the father that thought it was best to teach his daughter not to trust anyone. A father who taught her that lesson by forcing her to stand on her own. Alone. It broke Wade's heart just thinking about it.

"You'd never use anything against me, Wade. You're an honorable man," Jac insisted. "Protect and serve isn't just a motto for you. It's a way of life. It's who you are."

"If you know that, then why..."

"Knowing doesn't automatically translate into accepting."

"Well it should," he spat. "Unless, of course, you don't trust me."

"Of course I trust you. With my life."

"What about your heart? Do you trust me with your heart, Jacqueline?" Wade asked quietly. "Because I'm trusting you with mine." He tipped her face up to his. "I love you." He watched as her eyes opened wide in shock and her cheeks paled. She opened her mouth to comment but closed it again without a word. "Yeah. That was pretty much my reaction too. I knew you were different. That first meeting, when you shook my hand. I knew there was going to be something between us." He leaned in close. "But I had no idea that you would change my life forever." He kissed her softly.

Jacqueline looked up at him, her eyes full of hurt and confusion. "I don't understand. If you loved me, why did you leave?"

Wade paused to organize his thoughts. "The day Will and Keith had their fight and I heard the commotion from downstairs, it scared the hell out of me. My worst fear was that you might get hurt. And then I saw you. I couldn't think clearly. Hell, I could hardly breathe. The guys were telling me it was an accident. You were telling me you were okay. And the only thought going through my head was - I didn't protect you. I didn't keep you safe."

"It's not your job to keep me safe."

"Oh, but it is," Wade disagreed. "I love you." He ran one finger along the curve of her jaw. "And with that love comes the unmitigated need to see you safe and happy. I'm sure you feel the same about those you love." He paused, giving Jac time to consider. "Anna for instance. I'm willing to bet everything I own that on the day she fell down the stairs you felt at least a little of what I've been feeling. Upset. Angry. Scared. So much so that you wanted to lash out. But in your case, there was no one to blame. Not at first anyway. So you blamed yourself. Which, according to your rules, makes no sense. It's not your responsibility to keep Anna safe, but you felt responsible because you love her." Jacqueline hadn't moved or made a single sound during Wade's speech. He felt the smallest whisper of hope. "On the day that you were hurt, I lashed out at you. I'm sorry. I will regret those words for the rest of my life. My only excuse was that I was hurting. As far as I was concerned, I had failed you. While I was still reeling from that, you announced that you didn't want my help. Not then. Not ever. I didn't know how to deal with that. I still don't. I only know that I love you and I don't want to lose you."

"I don't what to lose you either."

"Why?" Wade asked quietly.

"Because," Jac whispered. "I love you too."

The breath Wade had been holding shuddered out in relief. He kissed Jac softly. "Thank you. I was so afraid that I had ruined it. That you wouldn't give me a second chance."

"I missed you terribly," Jac admitted.

"I dreamed of you." Wade kissed her again, drawing it out as desire swelled.

"Every morning I woke reaching for you."

He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "I've been hard for you since I got off the plane at the airport."

Jacqueline giggled at that, until Wade captured her mouth with his. "Say it again," he pleaded. "I need to hear it, to know it wasn't some desperate dream."

Slowly, Jac brought her hands up to cup his face. With her eyes on his, she smiled. "I love you."

Wade sighed as he rolled her to her back and followed. "I love you too. You're... everything to me."

"As you are for me."

"Prove it," Wade challenged wickedly.

Jac pushed him to his back, straddling him. As her lips lowered to his chest, she issued a challenge of her own. "Try and keep up."

"Well, I see the prodigal son has returned," Carl announced when he saw Wade on site the next morning.

"Good to see you, Carl," Wade greeted as he held out his hand to shake.

Carl raised one eyebrow at him. Ignoring the proffered hand, he looked at Jacqueline. "You okay with him being here?"

"Yes."

"Because if you're not, I can show him the door."

Jac couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of Carl trying to physically remove Wade. "I'm okay with him being here," she repeated. "We've had a long talk."

"Did he apologize for leaving you?"

"I did," Wade answered, drawing Carl's attention away from Jac.

"You broke her heart."

"I assure you, it wasn't my intention."

"I don't give a fuck what your intention was, you still hurt her."

"Carl," Jac warned, but Wade put a hand up to silence her.

"What happened between Jacqueline and myself, then and now, is private. I won't discuss it with you. I do understand that you care for her. That you hate to see her hurt. I feel the same way."

"You certainly have an odd way of showing it."

"I made some mistakes."

"We both did. I wasn't entirely innocent in this," Jac interrupted.

"We both said and did things we regret," Wade clarified. "We've talked it through. Made peace with it."

Carl shrugged at that. "Like you said, that's between the two of you." His eyes met Jacqueline's. "If you say you want him here and that he's here for good, I can deal with that."

"I don't want you to 'deal' with it. I want you to be happy for me."

"I'm working on it Jackie," he said softly. "Just need a little more time." When she nodded, he turned his gaze back to Wade. "If Jac's forgiven you, that's enough for me." He held out his hand to shake. Smiling, Wade took it. Carl held on and stepped in close. "In my book, you only get one strike. Fuck up and hurt her again, and I'll become your worst nightmare. Do we understand each other, son?"

"Yes sir."

Carl let go of Wade's hand and stepped back. "Then let's get to work. You've got a lot to catch up on."

Hours later, Jac and Wade were settling onto the back porch for lunch. He had managed to find a couple of chairs and a little table rescued from the old kitchen and set them up in the shade overlooking the backyard.

"I can't believe you did this. It was such a good idea. The weather is perfect for a picnic."

"I'm glad you like it. I thought, after a month apart, we deserve as much alone time as we can find."

"I agree."

"So... I saw Preacher this morning," Wade said as he served them, pulled pork sandwiches and potato salad. "I've never seen him so happy. Did you know that Anna has agreed to marry him?"

"Yeah," Jac smiled. "Anna showed me her ring earlier. It's gorgeous."

"Excuse me. Boss?"

"Chris?" Jac turned. "What's up?"

"Hate to interrupt."

"Don't worry about it." She waved aside his apology.

"I thought I should tell you, I just got a call from my cousin. You know, the one who works for Ryan McKenzie."

Jac felt Wade come to attention beside her. She reached out to rest her hand on his thigh.

Chris noticed the subtle change. All it took was the mention of McKenzie's name to have Wade tense, like a bow strung tight. Chris swallowed once before rushing through the rest. "He said that McKenzie let them go today."

"The entire crew?"

"Yes. And without any warning."

Jac's breath hissed between her teeth. "Why the hell would he do such a thing?"

"He's filing for bankruptcy. My cousin said McKenzie doesn't even have enough money to finish the project they're on now. He's leaving the client with a gutted master bath. And he's not paying any of the crew for the time they've put in last week."

"Son-of-a-bitch," Wade growled.

"To hell with him!" Jac spat. "What about his men? They don't deserve this."

"Um... there's more," Chris added. "McKenzie's pissed. Really pissed that he has to file." Chris ran his hand through his hair nervously. "And he blames you."

"What do you mean, he blames Jacqueline?" Wade challenged. "She didn't have anything to do with his company or the way he ran it. If McKenzie has to file, it's all on him."

"I agree," Chris responded quickly. "So does his crew. But..."

"Ryan doesn't take responsibility for any of his actions," Jac finished. "Never did. He always has to find someone to blame. I guess I'm it."

"Fuck that!" Wade swore. "If he can't manage his own, it's his own fault."

"I'm not disagreeing with you," she soothed. "I'm just trying to explain how he's behaved in the past."

"Apparently, he hasn't changed because..." Chris looked uncertainly at Wade.

"Because?" Jac prompted.

"When the crew got angry, McKenzie said it wasn't his fault he couldn't pay them. It was your fault. If you didn't undercut his prices and offer 'favors' to clients, he would have gotten more jobs. He'd actually have enough money to hand out bonuses instead of laying them off."

"Please, tell me the crew didn't fall for that crap," Wade argued.

"Not even for a second. But that didn't stop McKenzie from ranting and raving that it was all because of Jac. She was responsible for the entire mess."

"Are the men going to be alright? Like your cousin. Does he have enough money saved to take care of his family until he can find work?"

"He doesn't have two extra pennies to rub together. And his wife can't help. She's pregnant and on bed rest. Has been for the past six weeks. The bills are already piling up. I don't know what he's going to do now that he doesn't have a job."

Jac thought for a moment. "I might have an idea. Can you give me a couple of hours to see what I can do?"

"Honey, if you can fix this, you can have all the time you want." Chris blushed scarlet as soon as he'd realized what he'd said. "I meant Boss."

"Of course you did," Jac laughed. "Just call your cousin and tell him and the rest of the crew, if they can give me until tonight, I might be able to help out."

With a nod, Chris excused himself. As the backdoor swung shut, Wade studied her. "Let me guess. You're going to try and find them jobs."

"More than that," Jac smiled brightly. "I'm going to try to hire them myself."

"Permanently?"

"That's the plan. But first, I need to figure out if I can afford it. Five men. That's going to be hard. It's not like I'm sitting on a great big pile of cash."

"If you had the money," Wade asked, "How would you go about it?"

"If I had enough money, I would talk to Ryan's client first. Offer to finish the project for them at a reduced rate. If they said yes, I'd keep the existing crew in place and put a project manager over there to oversee the work. I would float back and forth between the two sites. If the bathroom job came in on time and budget (barring unseen hurtles) and the crew proved themselves, I'd hire them on permanently."

"Sounds like the perfect solution."

"Yeah. If I can find the money. Big if."

"Sounds like you could use a business partner. Someone with deep pockets looking to invest."

"That could work. Maybe." She nodded thoughtfully. "A partner would have to be chosen carefully. This was my father's company, his life's dream. I promised my mom that I'd take care of it. Which means I can't put it in jeopardy now just because I need some extra capitol."

"You need someone who understands how important your father's company is to you and your family. Someone who's willing to fight for it like you do," Wade suggested.

"Exactly."

"I know the perfect man for the job."

"Really? Who?"

"Me."

Jac made a face. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"What if something went wrong and you lost everything? I'd never forgive myself."

"What if I'm willing to take that risk?"

"I'd still have to say thanks, but no." Jac leaned in to kiss him. "I appreciate the thought though. It was very sweet."

"I'm serious, Jac. Let me do this for you. Let me do this with you. I could be the project manager for the other site. I could let you know if the men are worth hiring permanently. You said you trust me."

"Of course I trust you. That's not the point here." Jac rested her hand on his. "I cannot let you risk everything for me. It wouldn't be right."

"I assure you, sweetheart. I'd be far from risking everything."

"The salary of five men, not to mention whatever supplies we need for the project."

"Whatever you need." Wade kissed her warmly.

Jac studied him with suspicion. "Really? Whatever I need?" Wade smiled and nodded. "Five hundred thousand?"

"Sure."

"One million?"

"Fine."

"Wait a minute. How the hell can you afford to invest that kind of money?"

Wade shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm loaded."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm loaded. Wealthy."

"I know what the word means," Jac said with exasperation.

"You're wondering why I haven't mentioned it before."

"Something like that. Yes."

"Long story short?" He waited for her nod. "Being wealthy has one very serious drawback. I'm never sure if a woman is attracted to me... or my money."

"Trust me. I've seen you naked. Women are definitely attracted to you," Jac teased. Wade couldn't help but laugh. "But I think I understand what you're saying. I know there are women who make it their mission in life to land a wealthy husband." Her eyes met his and held. "I'm not one of those women."

"I know."

"But you kept it from me anyway? Why?"

"I was falling for you from the very beginning. That first moment. That first touch. I couldn't afford to be wrong about you," Wade admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "If I allowed myself to fall for you and then found out you only wanted my money... I'd never have survived the betrayal."

"I think, in your place, I might have done the same thing."

"You're not angry with me?"

"Surprised? Yes. Angry? No."

Wade kissed her hard and fast. "Thank you."

"No problem. I do have one question though. Not because it matters or anything. I'm just curious. How wealthy are you? I mean, you didn't even hesitate when I asked for a million dollars."

"I'd give you anything."

"Thank you." Jac smiled shyly, not sure how to respond to such unwavering generosity. "How wealthy are you?"

"I've got a few million."

"Define a few."

"I don't keep a daily count, but roughly thirty-four."

"Thirty-four mi..." Jac swallowed hard.

Wade turned his chair to face hers, pulling in close. He took her hands gently in his own. "It's not a big deal, baby. It doesn't change anything between us. It's only money."

"Only someone who's always had money can speak of it like that. You don't know what it's like to save for something for months, even years. To know that there are some things you will never have." She gave his hands a quick squeeze before letting go and leaning back in her chair. "I'll agree with you, though, that it doesn't change things between us."

"Fair enough." His hands rested on her thighs and for a moment he was distracted with memories. The way her thighs flexed and contracted when she straddled him. When she rode him in the darkness. He pulled his mind back to the moment at hand. "Can you at least agree that I have more than enough money for what you have in mind?"

"Obviously you do. But that's your money. I can't possibly let you invest in my company when I can't even guarantee that it will pay off."

"I don't care if it pays off."

"I do."

"What if we had a contract? One that outlined our partnership. Would you accept the money then?" Wade watched Jacqueline hesitate. "Think of McKenzie's men, Jac. They've lost their jobs. All of them. You're in a unique position to help them. To help their client, too."

"Okay," Jac finally answered. "I accept. IF we have that contract you talked about. In writing."

Wade smiled in response. "I assure you. There's nothing I want more." With a quick kiss, they sealed their bargain. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "I'll call my lawyer. See if he can work up a contract for us."

"I'll work with Chris and his cousin to get the phone number of the client Ryan walked out on. If I can set up a meeting with them, will you go with me?"

Wade felt his heart slam hard in his chest. He knew, more than anyone else, how hard it was for Jacqueline to ask for help. "I'd be honored," he answered softly.

She smiled at him in return. "Thanks."

### Chapter 17

It took them the rest of the day and into the early evening, but by eight o'clock Jac and Wade were sitting in one of their favorite bars with Carl, Chris, and the five new members of Hughes Construction. Jac still couldn't believe it. It had always been her goal to expand the company, but she could never seem to get far enough ahead to manage it. Thanks to Wade though, her father's company had just taken a giant step forward into the future. Not to mention, he had kept five men from the unemployment line. It hadn't taken much to convince the men to give Jac a chance either; despite everything Ryan had been telling them. And the client had actually cried when she told them that Hughes Construction would be doing the work at cost. Jac had to admit, it was, by far, the best day she'd had in a very long time.

Wade couldn't help but smile when he looked at Jacqueline. She'd impressed the hell out of him today. He may have been the one to provide the money but Jac made the rest happen. She was smart as hell and had a wonderful way with people. And through it all, she treated the men with the same dignity and respect she afforded her clients. It was no wonder everyone showed her such loyalty.

"I'd like to make a toast," Chris's cousin Jason announced. "To Ms. Hughes, our guardian angel." All five of her new crewmembers stood and raised their bottles of beer to her. When Carl, Chris, and Wade raised theirs too, Jac had to fight to maintain her composure.

"I think I speak for all the men here," Jason continued, "when I say that we understand the chance you're taking with us. We won't let you down."

"Considering the circumstances, I'm amazed that you're willing to take a chance on me." She looked at each man in turn. "I won't forget it and I'll do everything in my power to ensure that you never, even for a moment, regret it."

"To Hughes Construction," Wade added.

"Hughes Construction," everyone repeated.

Once they'd sipped and settled back into their chairs, Jac continued. "There's only one last thing we need to discuss." She glanced around the table at the worried expressions. "Absolutely. Never. Ever. Call me Ms. Hughes. You can call me Jac or Boss. Those are your only choices." There were some quiet chuckles around the table. "Now, enough talk about how wonderful we all are. Relax. Enjoy your beers. Order dinner if you'd like. It's all on Hughes Construction."

"Well, isn't this cozy?" hissed a voice at the other end of the table. Jac looked up to see Ryan McKenzie standing next to Jason. "Now I see why these guys weren't that upset when I cut them lose this morning." He looked Jac directly in the eye. "Obviously, they were already working for you."

"That's pathetic bullshit and you know it," Jacqueline argued.

"We all know it," Jason added. "You fucked up everything. Working with the clients. Buying the materials. And, of course, paying the bills. You ran your own company into the ground."

Ryan ignored Jason completely and focused in on Jac. "It certainly didn't take you long, did it? To turn my men against me."

"You managed to do that all by yourself," she pointed out.

"Last time we saw you," said another of the men, "Was when you let us go. No warning and no final paycheck. We all have bills to pay and families to take care of. But did you give a damn about them, about us? Hell no!"

"We were lucky that Ms. Hughes, Jac," a third man corrected quickly, "Came to our rescue. Despite the fact that we once had the misfortune of working for you, she hired us."

"And she's agreed to help out the client too. At cost," Jason explained.

"Well, aren't you just little Mother fucking Teresa?" Ryan insulted.

Wade, his eyes hard and angry, slowly stood. He kept his gaze trained on Ryan as he spoke. "You're going to need to watch your mouth, McKenzie."

"No, I don't think I will," he argued. "Last time I checked, I still had rights. It's still a free country."

As one, every man at the table stood. "You may want to enjoy those rights on the other side of the bar," Carl suggested.

Before Ryan could retaliate, the owner of the bar appeared. "Look. I don't want any trouble in here. I run a nice place. You," he gestured to Ryan. "Everything was fine until you got here, trying to stir up trouble. So you can either leave these people alone or get the hell out of my bar."

"You can't throw me out."

The bar owner moved in close. Toe to toe. Nose to nose. "Wanna bet?"

Ryan flinched visibly before taking a step back.

"Now, either move to the other side of this room or get your ass out."

Ryan scowled at the man. With one last measured look at Jacqueline, he turned on his heel and walked out. Slowly, the men returned to their seats and the bar owner relaxed. "I'm sorry about that," Jac apologized. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Of course you didn't. Anyone can see the guy's an ass. He's been in here before. I've never liked him. He's always whining and complaining about some guy named Jack. Says the guy makes it impossible for all the other small construction companies. Undercuts their prices. Does personal favors for clients. Blah, blah, blah. Everyone here is sick of listening to him. You and your men just gave me the excuse I needed to throw him out."

"Glad to help."

"You folks enjoy your beers. If you're hungry, I recommend the shrimp sandwich. It's the best in town."

Several hours later, after the last of her crew had gone, Wade turned to Jacqueline. "So... what do you think of the men?"

Jac shook her head. "You first."

"Okay. Overall, I'd say they're a tight-nit, dedicated group. They seem eager and grateful for the second chance you've given them."

"We've given them."

Wade shrugged. "Now it's just a matter of how well they know their craft. It'll probably be a few days, maybe even a week, before I can tell you if they'll fit in with the other guys."

"I hope they do. I've wanted to expand the crew for a while now."

"I'm glad I could help."

"Thanks."

They stood to go, when Jac suddenly remembered something. "Hang on. Don't you owe me some paperwork? You said you were going to have your lawyer draw up something to outline our partnership."

"Um. Yeah," Wade murmured. "I talked to him earlier. He said he'll have something for us to look at in the morning."

Jac nodded and smiled. "The sooner we make this legal, the happier I'll be."

"I couldn't agree more." Wade took a moment to pull her close and kiss her softly. "Let's go home, baby."

"I like the sound of that."

They gave a wave to the bar owner as they walked out, arms around each other.

"I can't wait to get you alone," Wade whispered in Jac's ear.

"You mean naked."

"Of course. Naked's a given," he added as he pushed the door open and they stepped outside.

Jac was so focused on Wade that she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until his body tensed against hers. His eyes went flat and cold. She turned to see what had caused such a change in him.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Her truck, the pride and joy of any hardworking woman, had four flat tires.

Wade came to a stop beside it, his arm still tightly around her. He pulled out his cell phone and made one quick call. As he was about to make another, the owner of the bar called out across the parking lot.

"You folks okay?"

"Someone slashed our tires. Could you please call the police?" Wade asked.

The owner rushed back inside without another word.

Jacqueline pulled away from Wade to get a closer look. "Shit! He keyed it too." Her fingers reached out to trace the long, deep scratches in the paint. When she got to the front of the truck, she swore again. The letters B-I-T-C-H had been carved into the driver's door. "What's your side look like?" she asked Wade.

"It's been keyed, front to back." He leaned in close for a moment. "It looks like five different lines."

Before Jac could comment, he joined her. When he saw the door, his jaw slammed shut, his teeth clenched. "He'll pay for this. I'll make sure of it."

"I'm insured."

"That's not the point, Jacqueline. And you know it." He turned, his eyes locking onto hers. "We've handled things your way up until now. McKenzie hasn't stopped. Now it's my turn."

"I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."

"Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I won't regret a single thing I do to him," he threatened.

"I meant," Jac emphasized, "That I don't want you to do something stupid. You know, something that will get you arrested."

"I'm willing to take that chance."

"I'm not." Before she could argue her point, Einstein's car pulled up behind them. He and Hollywood climbed out and hurried over to Poet. "Report," Einstein ordered.

Wade repeated the events of the evening while Jac circled her truck again, trying to assess the damage. It didn't escape her notice that Hollywood followed her closely. When he saw the driver's door, he swore under his breath. "Shit. Now he's just begging Poet to retaliate."

"What do you mean by that?"

"McKenzie knows exactly what kind of man he's dealing with. He knows Poet won't stand by and let someone threaten you." Jac's head snapped up at that. "You can't tell me that this is news to you," Hollywood insisted.

"No, I guess not." Her eyes shifted to where Wade spoke quietly with Einstein. She repeated what she had said to him earlier. "I just don't want him doing something stupid."

"You think defending you is stupid?"

"No, of course not." Jac could hear the venom in Hollywood's voice. "I only meant I don't want him getting arrested because of me."

"I assure you, getting arrested is not part of his plan."

"I doubt it's ever part of anyone's plan."

"Maybe you should think of it this way. If the citizens of the United States of America trust Poet to protect and defend them, maybe you could too." With that said, Hollywood left her to join the men.

"Shit!" Jacqueline mumbled. "When you put it that way, I sound like an inconsiderate jackass." She shook her head in disgust as a police car rolled into the parking lot. Wade and Hollywood moved to flank her as Einstein directed the police to a parking space nearby.

"Okay. We'll stick to the truth about the events of the evening. No exaggerations. No suppositions. Calmly spoken," Wade whispered.

"I can do that," Jac nodded.

"I know you can, baby. And I'll be right here for you."

It only took an hour for the police to ask their questions and search the area. When Wade told them of their earlier altercation with Ryan, one officer went inside to question the bar owner. "Have you ever known Mr. McKenzie to carry a knife?" the second officer asked.

"He owns a Leatherman," Jac answered quietly. "He never leaves his house without it. Carries it in his left, front pant's pocket."

The officer nodded and made a note. "We're going to have to ask you all not to make contact with Mr. McKenzie. Let us handle this." He looked up then, taking the time to study the men as they stood waiting. They didn't look, in the least, like men who let other people handle anything for them. "We'll attempt to locate and question Mr. McKenzie tonight. If we have any further questions for you, Ms. Hughes, where can we reach you?"

Wade rattled off his own address and phone number.

"And you, Mr. Mitchell?"

"With her."

The officer nodded. "Ms. Hughes, you can feel free to call your mechanic now and arrange for repairs. We've already taken pictures of the damage for our records."

"Thank you, officers. I appreciate all your help with this."

Both men smiled. "All part of the job, Miss. Now, you folks have a good night." With a last wave, the police cruiser pulled out of the lot.

"If I may make a suggestion," Einstein began. "I'd like Hollywood to drive the two of you to Poet's place."

"But I'll need some clothes."

"I don't see any reason why you guys can't stop by your place and pick up a few things first. If this was McKenzie's work," he said, gesturing to Jacqueline's vandalized truck, "I think we'd all rest easier if he didn't know where you were tonight."

"That makes sense," Jac agreed. "But you don't think he'd actually come after me personally, do you?"

"Considering his behavior to date, I don't think we should underestimate him."

Wade tucked her in tight to his side. "Come on baby," he whispered in her ear. "Let's go home."

"Just dropped off the lovebirds," Hollywood said into the phone. "We took a minute to look around. There's no evidence that there's been anyone near the house."

"Did you check the video footage?" Einstein asked.

"Yeah. Nothing. Not even a girlscout selling cookies. And, just out of curiosity," Hollywood wondered as he parked his car deep in the shadows, "How long has Poet had motion sensor video surrounding his house?"

"Not long. It's a new system we designed. We needed to test it. Poet volunteered his place."

"Fucking tech geeks," Hollywood insulted casually.

Einstein shrugged it off. "I sent Caveman to McKenzie's house. He's not there."

"Where is he?"

"According to Preacher and the GPS signal from McKenzie's phone, he's in some hole-in-the-wall dive over on Fourth."

"Do you want me to catch up with him?"

"Preacher says you're much too pretty for the place." Before Hollywood could deliver his next insult, Einstein continued. "Stay where you are for now. I'll alert you when McKenzie moves."

"Will do." Hollywood disconnected and checked the gun at his side. Leaning forward, he pulled night vision goggles from the glove compartment. He used them to search the area around Poet's house, as well as the street. Nothing. Sliding his seat back as far as it would go, he settled in. Even as he watched, the bedroom light in Poet's house went off. "Lucky bastard."

Almost four hours later, Poet's phone rang. Despite the fact that he'd only been asleep for a quarter of that time, he was instantly alert as he answered.

"Poet."

"We got him."

"Where?"

"Jacqueline's house."

"We'll meet you there."

When they rounded the corner onto her street, Jac could see two police cars with flashing lights. Their headlights, along with those of two other vehicles, were being used to illuminate the front of her house. What the hell had happened here? As soon as Wade stopped the car, she climbed out. She still wasn't fast enough to keep Caveman from rushing over and blocking her view. She looked up at him. "Is everyone alright? Is someone hurt?"

"No. I assure you. It's nothing like that."

"Then let me see."

"In a second. Wait for Poet."

"Wait for...?" Thinking the worst and desperate now, Jac tried to push past Caveman. "Let me see!" She shoved him, hard. Caveman didn't even budge. With a low growl of frustration, she braced herself to try again.

"Jacqueline," Wade pleaded. Something in his tone stopped her. "No one's been hurt. Our friends and family are fine."

"Then what is it?"

Without a word, Wade signaled Caveman to step aside.

Jac could only stare, shock and pain chocking her, stealing her voice. Apparently, Ryan hadn't been satisfied with vandalizing her car. He'd found a much larger canvas for his anger - her house. There were broken windows, trampled flowerbeds, and obscenities spray-painted on seemingly every available square inch of space. The evidence of a man-sized tantrum. Jacqueline moved closer, kneeling at the edge of one of the flowerbeds. She knew it was silly, but she couldn't help it. Her eyes began to fill. "My mother and grandmother helped me plant these flowers," she whispered.

Wade knelt down beside her. "I'm sorry, baby. We can replant."

"And repaint?"

"And repair," he added.

She nodded grimly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Mitchell," murmured a police officer. "I don't mean to interrupt but we need to know, officially, if Ms. Hughes is going to press charges."

"Of course she's going to press charges."

"We need to hear it from her, sir."

Jac stood to face the police officer. It was then that she noticed a man in the back of one of the cruisers – Ryan McKenzie. "He confessed?"

"We didn't need a confession, ma'am. Mr. McKenzie was caught in the act of vandalizing your house. A search of his car revealed eight cans of black spray paint, a box of latex gloves, and a ten pound sledge hammer."

"A sledge hammer? Christ!"

"Yes, ma'am," the officer agreed. "If we hadn't received an anonymous tip, the damage could have potentially been far more extensive." He glanced back at the house, his expression grim. "We need to know, for the record ma'am, if you would like to press charges against Mr. McKenzie for vandalism and destruction of property."

Without hesitation, Jacqueline answered. "I would."

"Very good, ma'am. We'll take Mr. McKenzie down to the station and book him. In the morning, we'll need you to come in and complete some paperwork. It shouldn't take very long."

"Certainly."

"Good night then, Ms. Hughes, Mr. Mitchell." With a final nod, the officers left for the night.

"I'm going to make arrangements for Caveman and Hollywood to stay the night," Wade explained. "They'll watch over the house. Keep any would-be thieves from taking advantage of the broken windows."

Jacqueline nodded as she continued to stare at the destruction before her. "Who do I have to thank for calling the police?"

"I called them," Hollywood murmured. "Even though I would have preferred to beat the shit out of McKenzie instead," he added honestly.

"But it was better for the police to catch him in the act."

"Yeah," he murmured.

"You made the right choice."

Hollywood shrugged. "Doesn't keep me from wishing there had been another way."

"Don't give it another thought," Jac insisted. "The sacrifice was small. The repairs are easy enough."

"But your garden..."

"I can replant."

"You'll let me help. With the repairs too."

"Me too," Caveman insisted as he joined them.

Jacqueline nodded, her eyes threatening to fill again. If she cried, he was going to lose it, Hollywood thought. "Poet, get her out of here. Caveman and I will handle things from here."

"Hollywood's right, sweetheart. Let's go."

Without a word, Jacqueline stood up on tiptoe to kiss Hollywood's cheek. When Caveman opened his arms to her, she stepped into them and kissed him as well. "Thank you," she whispered before turning to take Wade's outstretched hand.

The ride across town was silent. Wade could think of no words that would comfort Jacqueline at a time like this. Instead, he pulled her in tight to his side and let her cry. Every tear that fell sliced at him a little more. When they reached the house, Wade parked his truck in the garage and hurried around to open Jac's door. It broke his heart to look at her. She was exhausted. And fragile with it. Without a word, he scooped her into his arms and carried her inside, back to the bedroom he already thought of as theirs. Wade carefully stood Jac on her feet, steadying her when she wavered. With one soft, sweet kiss, he undressed her, and tucked her into bed. Turning off the bedside lamp, he quickly shed his clothes and joined her.

He pulled her into his arms.

Jac came willingly, eager to feel the warmth and strength of his arms around her. As she laid her head on Wade's chest, she could hear the steady beat of his heart. It calmed her. Soothed her. Made her feel safe.

"Night, sweetheart."

"Night," Jac mumbled.

Wade waited for Jacqueline to fall asleep before pulling her in close. One final adjustment had them lined up intimately hip to hip. Despite the circumstances, he smiled into the darkness. "I love you," he whispered before finally drifting off to sleep.

At sunrise, Wade slipped out of bed and into his jeans. His moves were efficient and quiet as he grabbed his cell off the bedside table and went to the kitchen to make a call. He didn't want to disturb Jacqueline. As soon as she woke, she'd be forced to deal with the pain and disillusionment of McKenzie's latest betrayal. The longer Wade could avoid that, the better.

As he dialed, Wade glanced at the clock and winced. It was early, too early. Which meant this call was going to cost him.

"What the fuck, Wade? Do you have any idea what time it is?" growled his lawyer.

"Yes, I do, Obadiah. Time to wake up and earn that exorbitant fee of yours." Wade waited while he listened to the older man swing his legs over the side of the bed and sit up. He imagined him grabbing his glasses from the nightstand, along with the legal pad and pen he kept there habitually. "Okay Wade. Ready."

"I need to make some changes regarding the partnership contract I had you draw up."

"No problem. And am I to assume that you still want me to hand deliver the agreement to you this morning?"

"I'll make it worth your while..." he tempted. "A case of your favorite scotch."

"Make it a case of my wife's favorite champagne and you've got yourself a deal. We've an anniversary coming up next month."

"Done. Now, here are the changes I had in mind."

Forty-five minutes later, Wade was walking back up the hall, a cup of coffee in each hand. Jacqueline was still fast asleep when he approached the bed. Christ, she was beautiful, he thought. The shadows were gone from under her eyes and her skin looked warm and enticing. Unable to resist, he sat the coffee on the nightstand and shucked his jeans. Wade slipped under the sheets and moved in close. When Jacqueline didn't stir, he began to place warm, wet kisses on her skin. First her cheeks. Then the pulse point on her throat. Lower still, to the curve of her breasts. He covered a rigid nipple with his mouth, nipping gently. Jacqueline's moan shimmered across his skin as his hands clutched at her waist. Outrageously aroused, Wade pulled the nipple into his mouth, suckling. She arched into him, her hands fisting in the sheets, as he slid one hand down her body and between her legs. Another moan, low and long, slipped through her lips as he began to tease her. Wade smiled, shifting from one breast to the other. Jac's hands let go of the sheets in favor of his skin, sliding across his back and up, her nails biting into his shoulders. He slipped one finger, then two inside her. Jac's hips instinctively pressed up into his hand, craving more. Wade stroked her as his mouth moved even lower to the curve of her hip. Suddenly, the need to be inside her was more than he could ignore. He moved up her body, until he was inches from her face. "Jac, baby. Open your eyes," Wade whispered. "Let me see your eyes."

When she did, he studied them for the briefest of moments, before entering her slowly. Wade held still, his eyes locked on Jac's. "Tell me you love me, Jacqueline. Say it again, when I'm inside you."

"I love you," she sighed.

"And I love you," he said as he kissed her softly. They moved together now, slow and sweet. Drawing out their pleasure, savoring it, until they were immersed in one another.

"I love you," he panted, his face so close she could feel every breath he expelled on her own lips. "And need you." Wade's hands bruised her hips as he struggled to hang on. "Above all else," he insisted. "Belong to me, Jacqueline." His hands cupped her face as he kissed her. "Belong to me," he pleaded. His pace became desperate as he fought to claim her. "Jacqueline...?"

"Yes," Jac cried out, the orgasm sweeping through her.

With that one word, that one promise, Wade let go, flying over the edge after her.

He collapsed on top of her, gasping for air as his heart raced wildly. Christ, what the hell had Jacqueline done to him? Slowly, he pushed up onto his elbows. Wade watched as Jacqueline opened her eyes. "You know, you've ruined me for all other women."

Jac smiled. "If you're waiting for me to apologize, you're gonna be waiting an awfully long time."

"No apology needed darlin'. More like thank you, I'd say." He kissed her, gently. "We belong together. Always," he whispered.

"Always."

Wade smoothed Jacqueline's hair away from her face. "Marry me."

Jac's smile fell away.

"Share the rest of your life with me," Wade pleaded. "Let me love you." His heart was pounding so hard in his chest now, he was certain Jac could feel it. She had to say yes. Wade couldn't, wouldn't, imagine a future without her. Pain sliced through him as he watched her eyes fill with tears. "Wait," he said, just as Jacqueline started to speak. "You didn't let me finish." He grabbed her shoulders tightly. "We belong together."

"I know."

Wade was so determined to fight for Jacqueline, that he didn't even hear her response. "I know you probably think we haven't known each other long enough to consider marriage, but I disagree. Love isn't about timetables. It isn't about logic. Love is about feelings."

"I know," Jac smiled.

"Feelings can't be..."

She stopped him there, with a finger to his lips. "I said 'yes', baby."

Stunned, Wade's eyes went wide as his heart beat heavily under her palm. "You said yes?" Jacqueline nodded. "You said yes!"

"I said yes!"

He kissed her hard and fast, before pulling her in close for a quick hug. "Jesus! You actually said 'yes'."

"Would you rather I didn't?" Jac teased.

"Fuck no! I just thought... after the month we spent apart... that I'd have to... persuade you." The last was said with a wicked grin.

"Well... we can always pretend that you need to persuade me."

Wade's smile widened. "We could, but as stubborn as you are, it might take days to change your mind."

Jacqueline nodded, pretending to consider. "I guess you better get started then."

"Yeah," he whispered as he slipped inside her. "I guess I better."

### Epilogue

"You did what?" Hollywood asked, as he choked and coughed, fighting to swallow.

Wade just smiled as he slapped him hard on the back. "I proposed to Jacqueline."

"Jesus! Not you too," Hollywood spat as he put his beer on the table. "Couldn't you have settled for sleeping with her?"

"Sleeping with who?" Einstein asked as he and Preacher joined them.

"Jac," Hollywood said in exasperation. "Apparently, Poet's asked her to marry him."

"That's great!" Einstein exclaimed.

"Took you long enough," Preacher joked. "I beat you by days."

"Christ! What the hell is wrong with you guys?" Hollywood turned to Wade. "These two I get." He jerked his head toward Einstein and Preacher. "But you? Do you really want to sleep with only one woman for the rest of your life?"

"When that woman is sexy, sassy and smart as hell? Fuck yeah!"

Hollywood shook his head in disgust. "Where the hell is Caveman when I need him?"

"I don't think I'd count on him siding with you on this," Einstein warned.

"Of course he will. You should have heard him after you proposed. He didn't get it anymore than I did."

"I'm pretty sure he gets it now," Preacher said.

Hollywood studied them, one by one, clearly baffled.

"The wedding planner," Einstein finally explained.

"You're shitting me!"

"'Fraid not."

"It would appear," Preacher pointed out, "That you're the last man standing."

"Until the right woman comes along and knocks him on his ass," Wade joked.

"Oh, hell no!" Hollywood argued. "Just because all of you have lost your minds, doesn't mean I'm going to."

"I don't know..." Einstein started.

"I can't take this anymore," Hollywood said as he stood. "You guys have completely lost it." He looked at each man in turn. "I'm going to head to the nearest bar and pick up a sexy woman to take home with me. After which, we'll have a night of ridiculously hot sex. In the morning we'll part ways, never to see each other again. No harm. No foul. And no strings."

As the door shut behind him, Preacher sipped his beer. "You know, that poor boy has no idea what he's missing."

"I'll drink to that," Einstein raised his bottle.

"Me too," Wade agreed.

As their bottles touched, Einstein murmured, "To love, and the women who helped us find it." Each man smiled and nodded before he sipped.

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### About the Author

E Kelly lives in Eastern Maryland with her husband and amazing sixteen-year-old daughter. She is an avid reader and writer. She is currently at work on her sixth novel.

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Discover other titles by E Kelly at Smashwords.com:

Bronwyn's Stand- <https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114320>

Anna's Strength - <https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/116542>

One Heart ~ Two Souls - <https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/116570>

Double Take - <https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/173819>

