“She knows because the woman who rented you this house is the same woman who used to own mine. And yes.” Rocky nodded. “I was in the Air Force. Special Reconnaissance, which is like?—”
“Special forces,” Raegan finished for him as if she was familiar with the job.
“How did you know?”
“Lucky guess.” She smiled with a light shrug.
The innocent move drew his attention to her toned shoulder, and damn if he didn’t imagine his lips pressing against her silken smooth skin.
“So, yeah. That’s pretty much me in a nutshell. What about y?—”
“Where’d you grow up?” Her blurted question cut him off at the pass.
They’d been talking about him for the past several minutes, and he was dying to know more about her. But as he sat there,staring back into Raegan’s warm, almost beseeching gaze, he got the feeling she was using his story as a way to avoid telling hers.
Okay, sweetheart. I read you loud and clear.
She didn’t want to delve into her past, fine. He was more than happy to talk about his. Well, parts of it, anyway. Because sooner or later…
I’ll learn your secrets, too.
4
Two days later…
“Have a nice day.”Raegan smiled at the man who’d just walked past on his way out of the bank’s lobby.
The smile he flashed back held a bit of a flirty edge, but she pretended not to notice and turned her focus back to the other customers still waiting in line. It wasn’t like the guy was atrocious to look at. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Tall. Dark. Almost model-handsome. And though it was covered, there was clearly a tempting body hidden beneath a suit that probably cost more than her entire month’s salary.
For anyone else, the guy was probably the epitome of Mr. Right. But for Raegan, all she could think was…
He’s not my type.
Ironic, considering she’d never really had a type. Not one that stood out above the others, anyway. But as she kept her head on a constant swivel, there was another face filling her mind’s eye.
A tall, blond man who’d been the star of her latest dreams. A man she realized was far more attractive than she’d first given him credit.
Throw in the fact that Rocky was a former SF badass who now worked for one of the most highly regarded private security firms in the country…
I can’t believe he works for R.I.S.C..
A multi-million-dollar corporation, R.I.S.C. was well-known within the military community. Created and owned by former Delta Force operator, Jake McQueen, the private security firm had a reputation for helping not only civilians in need but also the United States government.
From what Raegan had picked up during her time in the service, McQueen only hired the best of the best, which meant—if Rocky was telling the truth about being on one of the firm’s teams…
He and his men could definitely come in handy.
Of course, her new neighbor’s potential as a possible asset wasn’t the only reason Raegan felt so completely drawn to him. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was about her Nordic god of a neighbor, butsomethinghad grabbed ahold of her where he was concerned.
And though she couldn’t understand it, she found herself thinking…
I’m not so sure I want it to let me go.
“Excuse me? Can you please tell me where the restroom is?”
Raegan blinked, her focus turning to the elderly woman standing nearby. “Of course.” She pointed to the partially shadowed corridor on her left. “It’s down that hallway, third door on the left.”