She
burrowed further into the soft pillow and let her head sink into the feather
soft silkiness—
What the…? Silk?
Regan lifted her head and opened one eye.
Her stomach roiled and she swallowed, fighting back the urge to throw up, when
the contents of her stomach rose to her throat. Fuck, she couldn’t even
remember coming home or getting into bed.
When her stomach stopped churning, she
turned her eyes to the pillow.
Yep, it’s silk. Pale green silk that matched the drapes
across the other side of the huge room.
A luxurious room. Nothing like the two
bit dive she’d checked into yesterday afternoon when she’d flown in from Bali.
Holy fuck, where the hell am I? Raising a shaking hand, Regan covered
her eyes as the throbbing in her head intensified. A lost night and a hangover
from one drink? Impossible . She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to
remember last night.
She’d gone to the waterfront to check out
the Midas, the luxury motor cruiser she’d applied to work on. A guy at
the bar had tried to hit on her. She’d ignored him, sipped her wine and looked
out over the bay at the huge white cruiser. The last thing she could recall was
thinking about the job interview. Hoping against hope she got the job. If not
she’d have to ask Gracie for a loan until the scholarship money came through.
And Regan would only do that as a last resort. Her little sister had bailed her
out too many times before. Regan had changed and it was time for a new start.
Today.One o’clock. All her hopes
hung on that one interview.
Money was going to be tight until she got
to Sydney, enrolled in her university course and picked up her scholarship, so
she was going to have to slum it for a few nights. She’d lined up some work for
the next month until the semester started…or hoped she had. The interview today
hopefully would seal that for her.
Drawing a deep breath in through her dry
mouth, Regan opened her eyes to the bright light filling this strange room.
Water. Painkillers.She needed
both before she could even think about leaving. Leaving wherever I am. A
cold feeling snaked through her chest as the thought of kidnapping briefly ran
through her mind. She rolled over and drew in another breath in relief as her
silk camisole slipped on the silk sheet beneath her.
At least I’ve got clothes on. Regan looked around as the pain in her
head lessened.
Where am I and how did I end up here? But there was no sound apart from the
quiet hum of the air conditioner.
Thank goodness . At least there was
no one in bed beside her. And the panties that matched the silk camisole were
still in place covering her butt. Regan’s hair dropped in a curtain across her
face, blocking the light as she pushed herself up to lean against the soft
padded bed head.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes. And she
didn’t even need a kiss.”
No. God, no. Please no.
Regan knew that deep, sexy voice; she’d
know it anywhere. She’d heard it in her dreams often enough over the last year.
The sick feeling slammed back as she slowly turned her head to the doorway on
the opposite side of the room.
Rod Carruthers stood there. Tall. Broad
shouldered. Jet black hair, his face more deeply tanned than when she’d last
seen him just over a year ago. His bare, muscled chest was covered in water
droplets, a white towel slung low over his hips, hinting at what was beneath.
Regan lifted her eyes to meet the sardonic expression of the man she’d run away
from.
“Still sleeping around, Regs?” The
disdain in his voice tore at her gut, worse than the sickness that was still
roiling away in there. Regan fought down the solid lump that seemed to have
lodged in her throat. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and glared at
the one and only man she’d ever loved.
“Still rescuing damsels in distress, Rod?
Or kidnapping them?” She flicked a casual hand around to the luxurious room.
“Now tell me, how the fuck did I get here?”
Rod pushed himself away from the
burrowed further into the soft pillow and let her head sink into the feather
soft silkiness—
What the…? Silk?
Regan lifted her head and opened one eye.
Her stomach roiled and she swallowed, fighting back the urge to throw up, when
the contents of her stomach rose to her throat. Fuck, she couldn’t even
remember coming home or getting into bed.
When her stomach stopped churning, she
turned her eyes to the pillow.
Yep, it’s silk. Pale green silk that matched the drapes
across the other side of the huge room.
A luxurious room. Nothing like the two
bit dive she’d checked into yesterday afternoon when she’d flown in from Bali.
Holy fuck, where the hell am I? Raising a shaking hand, Regan covered
her eyes as the throbbing in her head intensified. A lost night and a hangover
from one drink? Impossible . She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to
remember last night.
She’d gone to the waterfront to check out
the Midas, the luxury motor cruiser she’d applied to work on. A guy at
the bar had tried to hit on her. She’d ignored him, sipped her wine and looked
out over the bay at the huge white cruiser. The last thing she could recall was
thinking about the job interview. Hoping against hope she got the job. If not
she’d have to ask Gracie for a loan until the scholarship money came through.
And Regan would only do that as a last resort. Her little sister had bailed her
out too many times before. Regan had changed and it was time for a new start.
Today.One o’clock. All her hopes
hung on that one interview.
Money was going to be tight until she got
to Sydney, enrolled in her university course and picked up her scholarship, so
she was going to have to slum it for a few nights. She’d lined up some work for
the next month until the semester started…or hoped she had. The interview today
hopefully would seal that for her.
Drawing a deep breath in through her dry
mouth, Regan opened her eyes to the bright light filling this strange room.
Water. Painkillers.She needed
both before she could even think about leaving. Leaving wherever I am. A
cold feeling snaked through her chest as the thought of kidnapping briefly ran
through her mind. She rolled over and drew in another breath in relief as her
silk camisole slipped on the silk sheet beneath her.
At least I’ve got clothes on. Regan looked around as the pain in her
head lessened.
Where am I and how did I end up here? But there was no sound apart from the
quiet hum of the air conditioner.
Thank goodness . At least there was
no one in bed beside her. And the panties that matched the silk camisole were
still in place covering her butt. Regan’s hair dropped in a curtain across her
face, blocking the light as she pushed herself up to lean against the soft
padded bed head.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes. And she
didn’t even need a kiss.”
No. God, no. Please no.
Regan knew that deep, sexy voice; she’d
know it anywhere. She’d heard it in her dreams often enough over the last year.
The sick feeling slammed back as she slowly turned her head to the doorway on
the opposite side of the room.
Rod Carruthers stood there. Tall. Broad
shouldered. Jet black hair, his face more deeply tanned than when she’d last
seen him just over a year ago. His bare, muscled chest was covered in water
droplets, a white towel slung low over his hips, hinting at what was beneath.
Regan lifted her eyes to meet the sardonic expression of the man she’d run away
from.
“Still sleeping around, Regs?” The
disdain in his voice tore at her gut, worse than the sickness that was still
roiling away in there. Regan fought down the solid lump that seemed to have
lodged in her throat. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and glared at
the one and only man she’d ever loved.
“Still rescuing damsels in distress, Rod?
Or kidnapping them?” She flicked a casual hand around to the luxurious room.
“Now tell me, how the fuck did I get here?”
Rod pushed himself away from the
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