A comfortable silence descended, wrapping them up like a warm blanket as he began to drift.
She tore it off when she next spoke. “Today really freaked you out, didn’t it?”
“It didn’t freak me out. It just depressed the hell out of me. I keep thinking, ‘What if I hadn’t started us off on the wrong trail? What if we could have gotten to them sooner?’”
“You can’t go there, Reece. It’s not your fault we had the wrong coordinates. You did all you could. We all did.”
“And it wasn’t enough.”It’s never enough.
Her body slid against his. “Hey, you need to put today behind you. As your boss, I’m ordering you to.”
He nodded.
Her tone turned playful, and her hand roamed over his thigh. “I have a few more orders for you.”
This elicited a mild chuckle from him. “Such as?”
“Such as, lie back and enjoy.” Her soft hair tickled his chest, his stomach as she worked her way down his body, scattering kisses on her path toward her target.
He was lost in a pleasurable fog when a door slammed somewhere far away. Her head whipped up, and when he looked down at her, her eyes were wide and wild.
“Chelsea?” a man’s voice called. The sound wasn’t quite so far away now.
Chelsea hissed, “Shit!” She scrambled from the bed in a frenzy. She picked up a pile of clothes and hurled them at Reece. “You have to go! Now!”
He sat up, dumbfounded. “What do you mean, I have to go?”
“Just. Go!” she hissed. She was frantically circling the room, pulling clothing from her dresser.
“Just where am I supposed to go? And why?”Reece pulled a T-shirt over his head, realizing too late it washerT-shirt. He was struggling to pull it back off when the bedroom door opened.
A man’s silhouette filled the frame. “Chelse? Honey? Thought I’d surprise you.”
Chelsea sprang in front of the stranger and began pushing him backward. “I’m here. Let’s go downstairs, huh? You’re early. Are you hungry?”
The man froze—probably because his eyes had adjusted to the bedroom’s dimness, and they were pinned on Reece, who was sporting nothing but a woman’s tee and what was left of his boner aimed right at the guy.
The newcomer looked down at Chelsea. “What the hell is going on?” He pointed at Reece. “Who the fuck ishe?”
“I can explain,” Chelsea squeaked.
Ignoring her, he swung his gaze back to Reece and demanded, “Who the fuck are you?”
Reece skinned on his jeans. “I could ask you the same thing.” Except Reece was pretty sure he was on the wrong side of the question.
“I’m her husband.”
Fuck. Me.
Reece went from a pleasant blow job one second to blindsided the next in a confrontation with a dude he had never seen before, whose existence he’d known abso-fucking-lutely nothing about, who was apparently married to his incident commander—the same woman he’d been screwing for the last few months.
At least he had no problem zipping his deflated dick inside his jeans so he could get the hell out of there.
Chapter 1
The Perpetual Bridesmaid
Neve Embry moved throughthe tiny clinic she knew by feel as much as by sight, turning off lights until she reached the pharmacy. As was her usual habit, she unlocked the cabinet where the controlled substances were kept to make sure any she or her tech had used during the day were back where they belonged.
