“Funny.” He grinned. “She said the same thing about you.”
“Of course, she did.” Alex rolled her eyes and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I stormed into your place of business like this. I just—”
“Love your sister.”
“Yeah.” She smiled again. “I do. And from the way my sister talked about you while she was on that cruise, I’m willing to bet you do, too.”
Confession time. “I do.”
Alex’s smile grew wide. “That’s what I was hoping to hear. I guess the only other question I have is, what are you going to do about it?”
Thirty minutes and one half-assed plan later, Garrett found himself standing outside Avery’s door.
“You sure this is a good idea?” He glanced over at the woman who’d talked him into this hair-brained idea.
Alex simply shrugged and knocked on that door. “We’re about to find out.”
* * *
Avery squeezedthe last of the water from the tips of her hair and tossed the towel across the edge of her tub. She should probably hang it up, but whatever. She’d do it later.
With no plans for the day other than going through her emails and returning a couple of calls, she decided to throw on her stretchy pants—or fat pants, as she liked to call them—and her favorite oversized t-shirt.
It was stained in a couple of places, and there was a hole just under the collar in one spot, but it had been her dad’s, and she loved it.
That’s not all you love.
A low growl built up from deep inside her throat. Damn it, shehadto stop thinking about him.
Garrett Morgan was nice, funny, had a mouth made for sin and abs that went on for days. He was the kind of man who ran into danger, rather than away from it.
He’d done that for her and Jessica. He risked his life on a regular basis and for what? For complete strangers. Who did that?
Heroes, Aves. Smart, sexy, amazingly selfless heroes.
Stomping to the kitchen, Avery went to the freezer and pulled out the tub of chocolate chip ice cream she’d bought the night before. Yanking her silverware drawer open, she grabbed a spoon, closed the door with her hip, and went into her living room where she unceremoniously plopped down onto the couch.
The first bite didn’t help. Neither did the second. Nothing seemed to help ease the aching in her heart.
You could call him.
She could. She probably should. Yeah, she’d been upset about the whole secret agent job thing at first. But come on, what girl wouldn’t?
No woman wants to be with a man who isn’t completely honest with her. And okay, so his deception wasn’t really that big of a deal. So he hadn’t told her he worked for a government sanctioned company who went on super classified hostage rescue missions. So what?
They hadn’t even officially declared themselves in a relationship yet. Did she really expect a guy like that to divulge top secret information to a woman he’d just met? Sex aside, had they sat down and talked about the future…their future?
No. They hadn’t.
So why are you still mad at him?
She took another bite to keep from admitting the truth out loud. Because if she were being honest, Garrett wasn’t the one she was pissed at.
No, if she didn’t have a mouthful of delicious, creamy, soul-healing yumminess, Avery would have to admit thatshewas the one she was mad at. Not Garrett.
He’d done nothing but treat her with kindness and a gentleness she’d never known with another man. Taught her about passion and adventure.
It was because ofhimthat she’d gathered the courage to jump from that damn truck to begin with. And what had she done in return?