Chances Are - By Christy Reece Page 0,73

few days changed to the beginning of anger. His eyes took on a glint and her heart kicked up an optimistic beat. Had she, at last, penetrated his wrongly placed guilt?

“You had no right to make that decision on your own.”

“But I did. And it turned out okay.”

“It sure as hell didn’t. You were tortured, dammit.”

“But I’m alive, Jake. And so is Clarissa.”

Jake surged to his feet and shoved his fingers through his hair. He’d been living on adrenaline since Angela was taken and had yet to let go. Now it all came crashing down on him—the fear, the dread, the terrible knowledge that she could be dead. And then finding her, only to realize that she had been tortured.

Now came the anger, which he had to admit felt damn good. “You disobeyed a direct order,” he said softly.

“Yes, I did.”

“You could’ve been killed.”

“I know.”

The more he thought about it, the more pissed he became. He paced as he continued, “You were a rookie. Making this decision against my orders was impulsive and irrational. Getting yourself killed wouldn’t have solved anything.” He whirled around to glare at her. “You should’ve followed my orders. That was what you agreed to do. You should have—”

For the first time since he’d begun lambasting her, he noticed that instead of looking guilty or angry, she was smiling.

“What the hell are you smiling about?”

“Because this is exactly what you should have said to me all along instead of treating me like some sort of damaged creature. I’m injured, not damaged. I can take the heat.”

Explosive feelings he hadn’t had in years coursed through him. Hell, he didn’t know if he’d ever felt this way. His head told him to continue to rail at her, that he was still furious with her for putting herself at risk. His heart said something else.

Listening to his heart for the first time in years, Jake dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her into his arms. Holding her tight, he whispered harshly, “Do you know what it would have done to me if I’d lost you?”

“I’m so sorry I put you through that.” Her arms twined around his shoulders and she said softly, “Forgive me?”

His chest tight with emotions he dared not let loose, Jake pulled away slightly to kiss her. He had meant it to be soft and sweet…a loving kiss, nothing more. Making any demands on Angela’s abused body was out of the question.

As usual, Angela had other ideas. The instant Jake’s mouth touched hers, she opened, letting his tongue slip through. When he would have pulled away, she grabbed his shoulders and spoke against his lips, “I’m not made of glass.”

Refusing to deepen the kiss, he backed away. “I took advantage of you once before.”

Her responding laugh was soft and full of sexy confidence. “Really? Well then, feel free to take advantage of me like that any time you like. In fact, I have some time right now. How about you?”

Unable to stop himself, Jake ground his mouth against hers, smothering her laughter. As she melted into his arms, peaceful contentment filled him—something he barely recognized as belonging to him. With Angela in his arms, safe and sound, all was right with his world at last.

Lifting her into his arms, Jake headed to the bedroom he’d been using. Every night he had fantasized about having her there with him. He felt as though he’d waited a lifetime to show Angela what she meant to him. His body urged him to lay her on the bed and bury himself inside her until they were both breathless and sated. Again, he listened to his heart. The first time they’d been together, it had been all about heat and quenching the fire that had been building between them since they first met. And though the fire within him was hotter than ever, tonight he wanted to show her what she meant to him. She needed to understand that this wasn’t just a brief, intense moment of passion. This was something more.

Jake settled her onto the bed and pulled away to look down at her. Never had she looked more beautiful to him. In his lifetime, he had seen his share of courage. He knew what bravery looked like and what it didn’t. What Angela had survived was anyone’s worst nightmare. And instead of being emotionally damaged, there was an odd kind of peace about her. As if the experience had uncovered a hidden depth of strength