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EXCERPT FROM TRISTAN
Chapter Four
The office he shared with Noah was the only place left where they could have some privacy. He jerked the door open and waited for Izzie to enter, followed her in, then slammed the door shut.
“You’ve got a nice thing going here,” she praised, but he didn’t know if she meant the upscale restaurant, or the elegant office furniture.
Either way, he didn’t care. “Cut the crap. Why are you here?”
He ignored the twinkle in her green eyes that indicated her pain. He reminded his heart that he was heartless.
No feelings allowed.
He couldn’t budge.
If he hesitated for the briefest moment, he would give Izzie the upper hand.
In the past, her suffering had been his undoing.
Every.
Fucking.
Time.
Not anymore.
So why is my heart thudding against my ribcage like a trapped bird wanting to fly away?
Telling his traitorous ticker to be still, Tristan glowered at the woman standing next to him. Ignoring the perilous curves that the green silk of her calf-length dress hugged, he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.
She nodded to the overstuffed leather chairs facing his desk. “Mind if I sit down?”
“Suit yourself.”
He chose to stand beside his mahogany desk while Izzie perched on the edge of one of the chairs.
“What happened to Lilly?”
“What do you care?” Tristan muttered through clenched teeth.
Again, with the sad puppy eyes? He wouldn’t fall for that.
Izzie shrugged. “Your mom was always nice to me. Besides my parents, I didn’t have much of a family in Thousand Oaks. Lilly was kind of an aunt to me.”
“I remember how your parents spoiled you rotten.” Disdain framed his speech now.
It wasn’t always like that. Growing up, he had envied Izzie’s easy relationship with her loving parents. Lilly was an amazing mother, and he loved her dearly. She had more than compensated for the worthless excuse of a father, who had taken off before Tristan was born. As a kid, it had sucked not having a father. It had sucked more dealing with the long string of his mom’s boyfriends.
Izzie pointed her chin up and let his remark slide. “You sounded like there’s something going on with Lilly just now when I asked.”
“No. I said she was doing great.”
“You lied,” she deadpanned.
Damn it! She can still see through my bullshit.
Then, he reminded himself she had lost the right to that a long time ago.
His turn to shrug. “If you say so.”
“Not buying it.”
“Not selling anything.” They locked gazes and Tristan would be damned if he backed down first.
Time stood still.
Unable to stare into Izzie’s forest green eyes any longer, he caved in. “She’s sick, alright?”
“I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“It is what it is, some sort of congenital kidney disease. She’s been on dialysis for a couple of years.”
This time there was no mistaking the pain that shadowed Izzie’s face, the hint of moisture that made her eyes glisten. A blue vein beat wildly on her neck as she combed her black pixie hair with her long fingers, locking them behind her neck for a moment, before returning her hands to her lap. He noticed she didn’t wear a ring on each finger as she used to, but she wore the Claddagh he had given her on her senior prom.
Not subtle at all, Ms. Anderson.
That solid wall he had built around his heart just got chipped.
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CHAPTER TWO
“Who the hell is this Tristan Knight?” she mumbled.
She called the super and asked that same question, after explaining what had happened to her package.
The elderly lady sighed. “I wish I were thirty years younger.” Bruna sifted through words to respectfully tell the woman that information wasn’t relevant to her problem. The super continued, “Tristan is such a fine young man, a gentleman, actually. I’ve just bumped into him as I was coming from the supermarket. He held the elevator door for me and carried the bags inside my apartment. He’s in apartment nineteen-oh-two.”
“Thank you.”
Bruna hung up and got the elevator to Mr. Tristan Knight’s floor. If he were as fine a gentleman as Mrs. Almeida seemed to believe, why the hell did he keep a package that didn’t belong to him for over a week? She rang the doorbell and waited, battling her temper to avoid a confrontation before she had all the facts. She was known for jumping the gun sometimes. Okay, quite often, more than she felt comfortable admitting. Fine! She was a hot-head.
When she lifted her hand to push the button again, she heard faint sounds inside the apartment. Mumbling and a low bang like a door closing. Footfalls that grew louder as they approached the door. Then it was yanked open and a wall of tanned skin and ripped muscles took its place. Her eyes followed in fascination the drops of water that ran down the expanse of maleness to find a mauve towel wrapped around narrow hips. Shame.
“Thanks, I guess?” His amused tone made her eyes fly up to his and the effect of the dark-blue gaze that met hers was almost as breathtaking as the rest of his physique.
“I said it out loud, didn’t I?”
“Yep.”
His grin was equally disconcerting.
She was in trouble. Her mind rarely lost focus, but it got overthrown by the avalanche of sensations the man evoked. How was a woman supposed to react if Chris Hemsworth materialized in front of her? Maybe it was the fact she had spent two hours drooling over the guy’s celluloid version, but she swore the man standing in front of her would give a run for Hemsworth’s money any day of the week.
Snapping out of it, she stated her case. “I’m Bruna Cordeiro in apartment fifteen-oh-one. I believe you’ve got a package for me.”
That didn’t come out right.
Tristan’s grin turned sinful, cutting off the air to her lungs. “I most certainly do.”
Her cheeks and the tips of her ears burned when her eyes followed his gaze downward to find the damn towel. “That’s not what I meant. You’ve signed a delivery receipt for a package last Wednesday.”
“No, I did not.”
She stomped her foot as her temper flared. “I’ve just checked with the delivery company, sir. You signed it, I saw your name on the document.”
“I don’t doubt you did, but I didn’t sign anything last Wednesday. I was out of town.”
Her jaw slacked and her mind raced with different scenarios. Had she been the victim of an elaborate identity theft? Who would do that? It was not like a neurological hammer set had a lot of street value. Whoever had stolen it would most likely get stuck with it unless they found an unscrupulous neurologist. Even if they did, the set was cheap.
As if sensing her confusion, Tristan stooped until their eyes were on the same level. A couple of cold droplets of water flew from his dripping light brown hair, landing on her cheeks, when he shook his head. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I think I know what happened. My eager-to-please, but forgetful-like-hell roommate must have received the package and forgotten to hand it to you.”
“Oh, that would make sense. I’ll come back some other time when he’s home. Any idea when that would be?”
Stepping aside, Tristan freed the doorway. “Why not do it now? Noah wouldn’t mind if we checked his room. I bet he wouldn’t even notice it. That place is a mess.”
Tristan’s full lips curved up, a naughty glint in the dark blue of his stare, and her hesitation went up in smoke, like breath on a cold winter morning.
“You sure of that?” She crossed the threshold and stood beside her tall neighbor.
“I am. Follow me.”
When Tristan opened his roommate’s door for her, it didn’t take long to find a bright yellow box, courtesy of the Brazilian post office branding. It was sitting on top of a pile of clothes haphazardly abandoned on a chair by the window.
“Got it. Thanks,” she muttered as she snatched the box and made a beeline for the apartment exit.
After more than four months without getting laid and two hours of delicious torture gaping at hot men on the silver screen, Bruna was a hairsbreadth away from making a fool of herself. Like jumping Tristan’s bones right there, for instance. Or asking him out on a date or something equally inane.
His footsteps followed her closely and she stopped at the door, hand grasping the handle. What the hell? She had nothing to lose. She spun around, fishing the cell phone from the back pocket of her skinny jeans.
“What’s your number? I’ll call you, so you can save mine since you obviously don’t have your phone on you.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” he whispered in a voice that would have melted her panties, if the accompanying smile hadn’t done so already.
Her fingers pressed the keys correspondent to the numbers he dictated while her mind frantically searched for words. She pressed call and a loud rock tune blasted somewhere inside the apartment.
“There. Now you can call me if my mail lands in your apartment by accident again. Or if you want to go out for a drink or something.”
The million-watt smile split his face again. “Or something, for sure.”
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