Ill pay for his salary.
I dont need your help, she started. Jarrett raised a brow and she sighed. All right. But Ill pay you back after I get the check from the restaurants that ordered the mango marmalade.
Deal. He whipped out his cell phone and sent a text.
As he tucked the phone away, his relief was obvious. Youll be doing me a favor, Lace. If you had someone on that front gate who knew how to hold a weapon, a trained professional, I could sleep at night.
Me, too. Maybe. Lately thats a challenge, even with a glass of red wine.
Jarrett smiled, looking lost in thought.
Remember when we made the wine after I came home from the tour of Iraq? He stepped closer, ran a hand down her arm. She shivered with pleasure at the contact.
I remember how drunk you got me. Her voice dropped. I remember...what we did afterward.
Jarretts gaze grew heated. Every time I cracked open a bottle of wine, I remember what I did with you. Every single moment.
Lacey hurried through the room, her body tingling. She had to put him at a distance. So many memories, and here he was before her, like a gift she never asked for.
A gift that could lead to heartache all over. She didnt need this heartache.
And even if Jarrett Adler meant to stay for the foreseeable future, it didnt matter. She couldnt risk falling in love with him and ruining her life again.
This time it would be different. He wasnt going to stick around, anyway. Hed get the call to return to base, and return to being a SEAL. Men like Jarrett Adler never did stick around.