Page 11 of Loving Her

He gives me a lopsided grin that somehow engages the lines on his eyes to make his face seem almost sweet—definitely still sexy, but gentle and sweet at the same time. It’s a deadlycombination. “I just don’t think Indy suits you,” he says with a shrug.

“Well, I’d tell you my full name, but it’s highly classified, so telling you would result in your death. I worked too hard keeping you alive to let that happen.”

I’ve been looking at him over my shoulder, but I turn back around with that quip, opening the door to the linen cabinet which is built into the wall. My hands freeze as his laughter rings out, surrounding me. It hits me in my center, warming my whole body. I have to will my damn legs not to wobble. I haven’t reacted to a man in years. I thought my ex-husband had taught me that men weren’t worth the trouble. Why my body chooses to betray me now, I don’t know. I can’t allow it to happen. Nothing good can come from me being attracted to Breaker. He doesn’t even know who he is. He didn’t have a wedding ring or even the tan line of wearing one. That doesn’t mean anything, though. He could have a woman at home worried to death about him. Heck, he could have kids waiting on him. He’s so good around Tinny, that’d make sense.

No, I need to stay away from him.

I pull out two sets of sheets that will fit the bunks in the ranch house quarters. I turn, expecting to put them in Jeff’s arms. Instead, it’s Breaker. “Are you sure you can carry these?”

“I’ve been going around without my crutches since after breakfast. Just using this cane that Jeff found for me. I think I’ll be fine.”

“You’re pushing too soon,” I warn him.

“I promise to slack up if I begin having problems,” he compromises.

“Jeff?”

“Yeah?”

“Grab some towels and things out of the bathroom closet. I’ll bring extra after work tonight.”

“Sure thing,” he says, already walking toward the bathroom.

“I would still like you to eat dinner with us. Tinny likes it.”

“Okay, but I’ll grab supplies in town and see to myself any other time.”

I frown. I’m from the South. We take care of our guests. I don’t like it, but I’m not going to fight him on it either. Cooper already explained that Jeff is having trouble putting his past behind him and isn’t very social. I may not know a lot, but I know how it feels to try to forget the pain you left in the rearview mirror. Jeff definitely is trying to do that. I recognize it because I did the same.

“Do you need to sit down?”

“Depends,” he murmurs, his eyes staring straight into mine.

“On what?” I ask, cocking my eyebrow.

“Are you going to be sitting with me?”

I force myself to take a step away from him. “You need to stop.”

“Stop, what?”

“You’re flirting with me. You need to stop.”

“Why? I think you’re attracted to me, too.”

“Breaker, you could have a girlfriend, a child, or even a wife waiting for you. You need to worry about getting your memories back,” I reprimand.

I see as very slowly shock moves over his features. You can tell that he never thought about that. It hits him so hard that he takes a step back. “I don’t feel married. I have to believe that if there was someone in my life, I wouldn’t be so drawn to you, Doc.”

“Maybe you’re drawn to me because I was the one that rescued you.”

“Bullshit,” he denies at once.

“No, it’s not. It happens all the time. Listen, Cooper has gathered some information on the MC that is connected with thecut you were wearing. I think it might be best if you reach out to them.”

“I thought you said the clubs were dangerous?”

“The local one here is. That’s the guys that came after you. I can’t afford to let them know I helped you. Still, your club may be different. There has to be a reason they attacked you. The Ferals are lunatics, but there is usually a sad, pathetic reasoning behind their methods. I think it’s your best bet to finding out who you are and what kind of life you left behind.”

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