Page 60 of Dangerous Devotion

Her stomach twisted as she searched all social media websites for any sign of Simpson’s ex.

“Nothing,” she whispered. “Absolutely nothing.”

The woman had wiped herself off the face of the earth, it seemed. But there had to be a paper trail—an address, contact information. They shared children, but after searching for several more minutes, she could find no evidence of them either.

The shower switched off, and she heard the curtain slide across on the rail. All too easily she pictured her gorgeous lover standing naked, water streaming off his totally lick-able skin.

A minute later, the door cracked, and steam wisped through the opening, smelling of fresh, clean soap.

She sat back in her stiff-backed chair, pressing her fingertips into her temple again. The headache she’d feigned earlier had manifested with all the karma possible, sending a dull ache through her entire skull.

“May?” AJ’s tone rasped across her senses.

She pivoted in the seat to find him in the doorway, a towel in his hands. His wet hair was in total disarray. He was bare-chested, and barefooted. In between he wore black boxer briefs with a single camo green star in the bottom corner of one muscled thigh.

Her insides gripped at the sight of him. The man who drove her crazy both in and out of the bedroom.

When she learned the terrible truth about Simpson, the only thought in her mind was to turn to AJ for comfort.

Her heart wobbled as she realized the truth…about her growing feelings for her partner.

He tossed the towel on the floor and in a few strides closed the gap between them. He touched her shoulder. “May, you’re pale. Is everything all right?”

She nodded. “Just a little headache.”

Which was going to be heartache when she walked away from him.

AJ was Blackout. A dead man walking. That meant he couldn’t have anyone in his life. No wife, no significant other or long-term girlfriend. And certainly not a family.

Her heart plummeted, and her eyes blurred again as she fixed her attention on the computer screen.

But she’d seen the remnants of a party to welcome a baby in to the Blackout family. Maybe all hope wasn’t lost.

Behind her, she heard AJ rummaging through bags.

“Found it!”

“What did you find?”

“The condoms.”

She whirled and saw he had a small bottle of painkillers in hand and a wide grin stretching over his handsome face, reaching up to crease his sparkling eyes.

An unexpected giggle burst out of her at being taken by his prank.

What he saw on her face made the intensity of his grin fade. He walked over to the mini fridge and grabbed a bottled water. Carrying that and the pills over to the table, he set the water beside her.

“Hold out your hand.”

She did with all the trust in the world. He uncapped the container and shook two pills into her hand.

As he replaced the cap, he kept his gaze fixed on her, unshifting. “Talk to me, May.” He propped one hard plane of his backside on the table, leg dangling. The one supporting him rippled with muscle.

She swallowed the pills with a sip of water. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Of course. Tell me what’s really bothering you.”

She blinked up at him, hoping he couldn’t see the emotions churning through her.

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