Sweet Temptation

She shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t plan this. Co

She lifted her chin and stared him directly in the eyes. “It’s better this way. You won’t be tripping over me, and you can go back to doing what you do best. Avoiding me and your past.”

He sucked in his breath, quick pain flashing across his face.

“I can’t seem to do anything but hurt you, Angel girl.”

She reached out and touched his cheek. “It’s my fault. I barged into your life. I was wrong to expect things to be different. I assumed ... after three years ... I guess I thought you might have put it all behind you now.”

His Adam’s apple worked up and down. “I won’t leave you this time. If you need me, if you ever need anything, promise you’ll come to me immediately.”

She nodded.

He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly against his chest. For a long moment they stood there, her cheek resting against his shoulder.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he finally asked. “You’re welcome to stay with me for as long as you need.”

She extricated herself from his grasp and smiled faintly. “I think you and I both know it wouldn’t work for me to stay with you. I can’t resist you, Micah, any more than you seem to not be able to resist me. Only I don’t want to resist you, and you want anything but to give in to the attraction between us. Until that changes, I don’t see that we can possibly live in the same apartment.”

His eyes were haunted, so dark and emotion-filled. “I can’t give you what you want, Angel girl. What you need.”

“How do you know what I want?” she challenged. “You’ve never asked.”

He shook his head and turned away, the wall slowly sliding back into place between them. “Let’s go over to my place and I’ll help you get the rest of your things to bring here, unless you’d rather stay the night over at my place, until you get more settled in.”

“No. I’ll stay here. No sense putting it off.”

“I’m sorry,” he said in a quiet, almost dead voice.

“Don’t be,” she said with forced cheerfulness. “I’ll survive. I’ve done it before.”

He cursed softly and started toward the door, leaving her to follow behind.

CHAPTER 14

Angelina surveyed her handiwork and flopped on the sofa with a tired sigh. Her days in her apartment had been quiet but satisfying. She’d gone shopping at a local thrift shop for some of the essentials like linens for the bed and towels and washcloths. Then she’d hit a few garage sales, and though the pickings were slim due to the lateness of the hour, she’d found a few items and returned to arrange everything.

Now to figure out what to have for di

With a gleeful smile, she got up and headed into the kitchen. No sooner had she dragged out the sandwich fixings than her doorbell rang. Frowning, she went to the door, rising on tiptoe to see out the peephole. There were only a handful of people it could possibly be, and yet when she got a good look, it was none of them.

Three women stood outside. Three really beautiful women. Maybe they were Avon ladies? They looked harmless enough, though David and Micah had drummed into her head that criminals didn’t have a neon sign on their foreheads advertising the fact. Some of the most heinous were in fact very normal, everyday-looking people.

They probably had the wrong apartment.

She cracked open the door, leaving the chain clasped. “Can I help you?”

The woman in the middle, a brunette with some pretty spectacular cleavage leaned forward. “Angelina?”

So much for them having the wrong apartment.

“Who wants to know?” Angelina asked suspiciously.

David had always said, when in doubt, go on the offensive.

The blonde slipped forward, a sweet smile curving her lips. “I’m Faith Montgomery, Gray’s wife?”

Angelina relaxed. She shut the door, fumbled with the chain and then reopened the door.

“Sorry. It’s just that I don’t know anyone here, and I wasn’t expecting you. Cop’s sister,” she said with a slight shrug.

Faith smiled warmly at her and then looked down at the covered dish she was holding. It was then that Angelina saw that the other two women also carried stuff, including a gallon container of what looked like tea.

“We brought di

Remembering her ma

“Come in please. Forgive my rudeness. I just didn’t expect ... You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble.”

The voluptuous brunette sailed past followed by a taller woman with long black hair and exotic blue eyes. Sleek. Like a cat. It was the first thought that popped into Angelina’s mind.

“Oh, it was no trouble,” the shorter brunette said. “Faith did all the cooking. She’s Miss Domestic. Serena and I are rather hopeless in that area.”

“Forgive our ma

Angelina raised an eyebrow, but Julie didn’t seem offended by the introduction. Her eyes twinkled with amusement and her teeth flashed as she gri

“Faith has already introduced herself, which leaves me. I’m Serena Roche.”

Angelina’s eyes widened. “You’re Damon’s wife?”

The other women’s expressions turned inquisitive. Serena smiled. “Yes, I am. I didn’t realize you’d met.”

Angelina flushed, realizing that she’d opened a door she’d rather have not, especially in front of women she’d just met.

“That blush certainly tells me she has,” Julie drawled. “First Co

Angelina eyed her uneasily but some devil prompted her to ask anyway. “Nathan Tucker?”

Julie’s eyes narrowed. “You do get around for someone who just came to town.”

Angelina sighed. So this wasn’t a social visit or a friendly welcome-ro-rhe-neighborhood type thing. It was a fact-finding mission.

“Ask what you want to know,” Angelina said wearily. “I never was any good at catty/bitchy games. I haven’t flirted with, spoken inappropriately to, looked at wrong or otherwise propositioned Co

Julie studied her with grudging admiration. “I like bluntness.”

Serena and Faith both snorted.

Serena stepped between Julie and Angelina and laid a hand on Angelina’s arm. “Ignore Julie. She gets grumpy and possessive when it comes to Nathan. Are you hungry? The food we brought is still warm, and Gray makes the best sun tea. We could sit down and relax. Contrary to what Julie might think, we didn’t come to interrogate you.”

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t quite believe that,” Angelina said as she motioned them toward the kitchen.

“Okay, well maybe our motives aren’t entirely i

“We actually came about Micah,” Julie said with a gleam in her eyes. “We didn’t realize you were so well acquainted with the rest of the guys.”

Try as she might, Angelina couldn’t control the wash of hurt at the mention of Micah. The women went silent, and to cover the awkwardness Faith poured a glass of tea and shoved it toward Angelina.