Saving Amber - Zoe Dawson Page 0,26

disconnected the call and squeezed her eyes closed. She decided to keep this information to herself. Tristan didn’t need to know, and the investigation wasn’t complete. If it had to come out, she would divulge it. But she knew it would devastate him to think that James had gone alone into the mountains to prove himself to Tristan.

The man was so damned honorable.

As honorable as he’d been last night. Damn him. She glanced at the bed anyway. He could be sprawled there right now, sheets draped over a body she might have pressed against so intimately last night, her hands molding over every hot, muscled part of him…the power of his body taking hers, moving against her, driving her crazy…yeah. She might find herself wanting a bit too much.

She stripped out of her jammies and slipped on a pair of yoga pants and racerback bra, both in a hot pink.

She pulled her hair back and took a deep breath. Slipping out of the room, she grabbed her mat and rolled it out on the floor. Tristan was outside. She could still hear him shoveling. She tapped her phone and started up her soothing music, a beautiful blend that she’d gotten from Vin’s fiancé, Sky. She let the cares and worries drift away.

She made the mistake of looking outside. Tristan was clearing the walk and she unabashedly watched him. He only had on a sweatshirt and a pair of tight, sinful jeans. That sexy spiked flattop and his unshaven face. Damn, he sorely tested her sense of balance. Their chance bond was as unexpected as it had been unwanted. She didn’t mind him being more approachable, but she could ill afford to let herself become any more attracted to him. For one thing, she hadn’t yet determined if he was friend or foe with his grouchy attitude. Although, there was something surprisingly sexy about his grumpiness. But even if it was the former, she didn’t want to risk being rejected again…well…unless he made the next move. And that was unlikely after his reluctance…ah…no, his out-and-out resistance. She shouldn’t have given in to temptation. Very potent temptation. Besides, what was the point? Her time here was limited.

He reached the edge of the path and she watched him walk, just move. Man, he was…gorgeous.

He turned abruptly and she jumped back. She wasn’t sure if he’d caught her staring or—ogling was probably a better word. She dropped to the floor and immediately started stretching. The door opened, bringing him in along with the chill air. He stamped the snow off his boots and unlaced them.

She could feel his gaze on her. “Good morning,” she said, looking up at him.

He grunted and leaned back against the closed door. She tried not to stare at the way his folded arms pulled the fabric of his sweatshirt tight over his biceps. Or the way it made his shoulders look wider. She forced her gaze up to his.

“I reported the car that almost hit you to the police department.”

Now that she was more in tune with him, she saw that he was working hard not to notice her. “Thank you. He was driving pretty erratically.”

He nodded and turned to go into the kitchen.

“Why don’t you come over here and try this. You really could use…”

“No,” he said flatly. “I don’t bend into a pretzel.”

“Oh, come on, Tristan. It doesn’t hurt and you’ll feel great.”

He looked away and murmured, “I doubt that.”

“I’ll show you one position.”

He closed his eyes and swore softly under his breath. “Is it your plan to torture me now?”

She jerked up and said, “No, jeez, I was just trying to help.”

He came over to her and said, “And you think that watching you—” he swung his hand around, indicating her elongated body “—is going to help me? The word ‘position’ also should be struck from your vocabulary while you are here, or whenever I’m within earshot.”

“Oh,” she said.

“Yeah, ‘oh.’ Now she has it,” he mocked.

“I get it,” she grumbled, “but it would still do you some good.”

He walked away just as her cell phone rang.

“Special Agent Dalton,” she said, picking it up and activating the call.

“Agent Dalton, this is Officer Mendez calling from MWTC PD.”

“Yes.”

“We tracked down the owner of the vehicle that Master Sergeant Michaels reported almost hit you. The car belongs to a man named Randall Mayer. He works at HQ as a clerk. We’re in the process of tracking down both him and his car. We’ll let you know when we find