Page 21 of Hunted Hearts
Rachel’s stare burned through the screen at her. “Jules. You’re not going to believe this. His family is all military. Navy SEALs.”
That explained so much about Theo’s appearance, his demeanor…his muscles.
“I feel like such an asshole,” she groaned. “His family not only served in the military, spilled blood, but they’ve opened their home to wounded veterans?”
“Yup. They run a whole program to help them recover from trauma.”
“And I only throw money at a charity!”
Rachel opened her mouth—probably to argue—but anything she’d say was cut off by a knock on the door.
She opened her eyes wide at her publicist. “I’ve gotta go! He’s at the door!”
Before she could respond, Juliette ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Come in,” she called.
Theo walked in. A light sheen of perspiration made his muscles glisten, causing every single ridge of his washboard abs to glint in the low light of the bedroom.
If her publicist was still on the line, she would have mouthedare you seeing this?
Of course she was. A god was standing in her hotel room.
He darted a glance between her and the items lined up on the bench at the foot of her bed.
They were only steps away from the mattress. If he wanted to, he could reach her in one stride, pick her up and hook her legs around—
“I realized you might not know how to program the dispenser.”
She ran her tongue over her very dry lips. “Oh. No, I don’t know how. Do you?”
His mouth did that insanely sexy quirking thing again. The one that had distracted her twice now. “No, but how hard can it be?”
He picked up the box and carried it out of the room.
Juliette watched him go. Specifically, she watched the carved planes of his back and hard buttocks in those loose sweatpants moving away from her.
She hurried after him.
In measured strides, he crossed the room to the wet bar and set the dispenser on it.
“There must be batteries somewhere. Ah.” He located them taped to the side for shipping and peeled them away. She stared at his long fingers as he fitted the batteries into the device.
It beeped, and he leaned over, hand resting on the granite edge of the wet bar, peering at it.
A shiver of pleasure coursed down Juliette’s spine, and she couldn’t rip her gaze away from all those muscles.
Suddenly, Theo swung around…and caught her staring.
She’d spent her entire life on a stage, and all kinds of mishaps happened to her. By now, not much embarrassed her.
But this did.
Heat crawled up her cheeks.
With a crooked smile, he walked past her into her room and came back with the bottles of pills.
“I took the liberty of ordering you NAD with coenzymated B-3 for cellular energy. Have you looked into it?”
