My Everything

by

Melanie Shawn

Cover Design by Hot Damn Designs Published by Red Hot Reads Publishing at Smashwords Copyright 2013 Melanie Shawn All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this book. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission in writing from Melanie Shawn. Exceptions are limited to reviewers who may use brief quotations in connection with reviews. No part of this book can be transmitted, scanned, reproduced, or distributed in any written or electronic form without written permission from Melanie Shawn. This book is a work of fiction. Places, names, characters and events are either products of the authors imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

Table of Contents
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-one Chapter Twenty-two Chapter Twenty-three Chapter Twenty-four Chapter Twenty-five Chapter Twenty-six Chapter Twenty-seven Chapter Twenty-eight Sneak Peek: Friction Excerpt: My First Excerpt: Sweet Reunion Other Titles by Melanie Shawn About the Author

Chapter One
Ambers heart races as she walks down the long hallway, passing door after door. She cant stop staring at his strong back as he stalks in front of her. He moves with an easy grace. His long legs carry him forward with a powerful stride. Finally, he stops. Pulls out a keycard and slides it into the lock with a loud click. The light turns green. This is it. Decision time. Is she going to do this or not? He opens the door, moving to the side to allow her to walk in. His deep compelling eyes meet hers and a shiver runs from the tip of her head to the bottom of her feet. Her legs feel unsteady as her knees weaken from just his stare. Decision made. Inside, a surreal orange glow fills the room. She realizes it's coming from a florescent light on the adjacent building's neon sign. Good, she thinks. It's best if this seems as unreal as possible. His jet black hair shines from the golden illumination beaming through the window. He takes off his jacket and hangs it on the desk chair, causing his button up white shirt to pull taut against his strong, muscled back. Do you want a drink? At the sound of his deep, sexy voice, the tiny hairs at the nape of her neck stand up. No. She reaches down, rolling her delicate gold bracelet around her wrist. She can feel her pulse rapidly beating as her thumb brushes the soft skin below her palm. Do you want to sit? He motions smoothly to the small maroon couch that lines the wall beside the king sized bed. No. Amber stares directly into his piercing blue eyes. Do you want to talk? His question sounds more like a challenge than an inquiry. Amber shakes her head slowly back and forth, her long dark hair softly brushing her shoulders. No. She stares, captivated by his tall, athletic form. He stands a few feet away from her, legs planted shoulder width apart, hands hanging loosely by his sides. His eyes never leave hers, never stray down to her low-cut neckline or further, to the rest of her tight black dress. What do you want? he finally asks, breaking the electrified silence. I want one night, Amber replies with a shaky breath. One night where I can forget. One night where I dont have to think. One night where I dont have to take care of anyone. One night where I dont have to make any decisions. I want one night where all I have to do is feel. He doesnt immediately respond to her request. Instead, with seemingly none of the sense of urgency or intensity that is flooding her entirely, he reaches up and slowly loosens his red tie. Then,

after unbuttoning the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt, he removes his cuff links and rolls up each sleeve twice, his gaze never leaving hers. If it were up to Amber, her cocktail dress would already be on the floor and they would both be in bed. Naked. If she decides she wants something, she takes it. And she definitely wants him. But somehow, his deliberately easy pace is a turn-on. He has an air of authority and the appearance of someone who is to be instantly obeyed. He seems completelycontained. How much have you had to drink? he asks flatly, his tone indicating that he is not to be lied to. That rum and coke was my first, and I didnt even finish it, she answers honestly as all of her nerve endings begin to tingle with anticipation. Taking two wide steps, he crosses the room, effectively closing the distance between them in what feels like a millisecond. He is standing in front of her, his broad, wide chest even with her hungry eyes. His scent, a combination of soap and earthiness, surrounds her and causes a fluttering in her belly. She lifts her chin as her eyes scan up to meet his. Whats your name? he asks. His gravelly voice sends an aching need through her that begins pulsing between her legs. She doesnt hesitate. Im done talking. She reaches up and winds her arms around his neck as she lifts on her toes to press her lips to his. She softly kisses him for just a moment before he engages. Taking over, his firm lips do not leave any question of who is in control. She feels the roughened pads of his fingertips graze the side of her neck as his large hand wraps firmly at the base of her scalp, tilting her head even further up, giving his mouth complete and total access to hers. A soft whimper of need escapes her lips as they part. His tongue sweeps inside, meeting hers in a sensual caress. He claims her, owns her, with his passionate kiss. His hand possessively grips her hip as his other continues to hold her head in place, exactly where he wants it. His dominance creates a fierce desire that quickly spreads through her body, consuming her like a wild fire. Her hands move down his shoulders. She feels his muscles ripple beneath her touch, sending a tremor through her arm and down her spine. He tears his mouth from hers as he quickly pulls her dress over her head. Then grabbing the back of her thighs he lifts her up, pressing her back against the wall. She feels his erection pressing firmly against her silk covered mound. Is this what you want? he growls as he rocks his hips into hers. A jolt of pleasure shoots through her core at the intimate contact. Her panties, already damp, are now soaking wet with arousal.

Yes, her voice is barely audible above the loud siren. She tries to ignore the noise. She reaches to kiss him again but she cant. The siren is growing louder and louder. She closes her eyes and tries to just feel. She wants nothing more in this moment than to lose herself in animal sensation. She bucks her hips towards him, searching, desperate with need - but feels nothing. She opens her eyes again and is greeted with nothing more than the sight of a plain white ceiling. What the hell? She closes her eyes, willing herself back into the erotic escape, and then opens them once more. White ceiling. Damn. Amber shook her head to clear it, and then turned to look at her alarm clock, sitting on her nightstand, blaring its unwelcome song. All of her senses returned to her at once. She realized she was not in DC, back in that hotel room, at all. She was lying in her bed, at home in Harpers Crossing. And that wasn't a siren she heard just moments ago. It was the shrill cry of her alarm clock, jerking her unwilling consciousness back to reality. She reached to turn it off as disappointment flooded her. Exhibiting what (she considered) admirable restraint, she refrained from throwing it at the wall across the room. Why do I always have to wake up before the good part? she grumbled under her breath. Then she noticed the time. Damn! She picked up the phone and quickly scrolled through her contacts. Before she was able to find the correct one the phone began vibrating in her hand as Haleys picture appeared. Amber pressed the answer icon, Hey Where are you? Haley interrupted. Still in bed. I overslept. But I will be there in fifteen. No, dont rush, its fine. Sophie stopped by to invite us to a party and stayed to help out. I only called because I was worried about you. Were that busy? Amber didnt think her small boutique shop could possibly be so slammed that Haley wouldnt be able to handle it on her own, especially since they open at ten and it was only ten-fifteen. Um...its the fifteenth, Haleys voice sounded confused. Are you okay? Damn, how had she forgotten the date? On the fifteenth of every month, Amber opened Bella, her clothing store, an hour early and invited the women that were staying at HCWS (Harpers

Crossing Womens Shelter) to come and use their gift cards. Each month, Amber donated gift cards to the shelter, and the women staying there could earn the cards by participating in programs. The shelter offered everything from counseling to self-defense classes. The morning of the fifteenth was Amber's favorite time of the entire month! Something happened to a woman who was trying to get her life together when she slipped on a beautiful suit or office dress and looked at herself in the mirror. It was like she suddenly saw herself as the strong, capable woman that all of the HCWS counselors had been trying to convince her that she was. It was like the belief in her own abilities magically entered into her consciousness as the fabric slipped over her body. Amber had seen the transformation happen a hundred times, and would never tire of it if she saw it a thousand more. Dang, girl, she chastised herself get it together! Her phone buzzed from another incoming call. Hold on, Hales, Amber said as she checked to see who the call was from. She sighed. Of course! Why was she even surprised? It was that kind of morning. She put the phone back to her ear to wrap up with Haley. Ive got to take this call, Hales. Dont worry, though, Im fine. Ill see you in a few. Amber disconnected Haleys call and took a deep breath before answering the other. She pressed the button and moved the phone back to her ear. Hi, Mom, Amber tried to sound as upbeat as possible. Hey, Sweetie, her mother slurred. Amber felt her entire body tense as she carefully controlled her tone. Mom, where are you? Um, well, I can see the road but cant see the sign, she giggled. Hey handsome, do you know where we are? Yeah, a shitty motel. Can she give us the money or what? Amber heard a mans gruff voice in the background. Hold on! I havent asked her yet, Bubba, her mother whispered loudly. You can tell Bubba she said no, Amber said flatly, not wanting to draw this conversation out any longer than necessary. What? her mother asked, her voice shaking. No, Mom, I am not giving you any money. I will come pick you up and take you back to Horizons, but thats it. No, no, no, you dont have to do that, she hiccupped. Just send me the money and Ill take a bus back. No, Mom, Im serious. Im not sending you any more money. Amber felt like her head was

being squeezed by a vice and her fingers began to tingle. She knew those were signs that her blood pressure was shooting up. She needed to calm down. You know what? her mother screamed through the phone before bursting into tears, Aaron would have helped me! He would have never said no to his mother! He loved me! Why do you have to be such a bitch? Goodbye, Mom. Ambers hands shook as she set her phone on her nightstand. She blinked several times from the tears that were stinging her eyes. She glanced over at the framed photo that sat beside her alarm clock. It held a picture of her and Aaron taken right before his last tour in Afghanistan. They stood in front of a chain link fence, both squinting from the brightly shining sun. Aarons arm was draped loosely around her shoulders as she hugged his waist. Huge smiles spread across their faces as they looked up at whoever they had asked to take the picture. God, she missed her brother so much. It had been eight years since he was killed in the line of duty. She had thought that it would get easier with time. She had known she would never forget her brother or stop being sad. But, man. She really hadnt imagined that, this many years later, she would still feel the same level of stabbing pain in her chest which she had felt when she had learned that he had been killed, every single time she thought about him. She knew she didnt have time to deal with it now, though. She picked up her phone once again. After two rings, a womans voice came on the line. Horizons, this is Sherry. Hi, Sherry, this is Amber Webb. My mother, Susan Webb, is a patient at Horizons. I just received a concerning phone call from her, leading me to believe she is no longer under your care. Can you tell me when she left there and why I wasnt contacted? Amber could hear the clicking sounds of a keyboard before Sherrys voice came back on the line, It looks like she voluntarily checked-in, which means she can check-out at any time. Under those circumstances we are not required to notify anyone of a patients status. Can you just tell me when she left? Amber had no idea if her mom was on a two day or a two week bender, at least this would narrow it down. Im sorry, I cant. Its against policy. Okay, thank you. Amber knew, logically, that it wasnt Sherrys fault that she couldnt give her the information she needed. Sherry was just doing her job. But that didnt change the fact that right now, Amber didnt like Sherry very much. Nope, not at all.

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Holy shit! Is that your bike? Cameron asked loudly, still looking through the window as Seth walked into the small office. Yep. Seth watched his oldest friend's face light up as he held the blinds open, staring outside with a look of wonder on his face. She is a beauty. Can I take her out? Cameron asked, dropping the blinds and turning towards him. No, Seth immediately replied. Cameron shook his head, a slow smile spreading across his face, Damn, you look good. You always were a pretty S.O.B. Looks like you just got better with age. Like a fine wine, my man. What do you have, a twelve pack under there? Cameron slapped at Seths abs, then, patting his own gut, he added with a wink, I may have lost my girlish figure, but the ladies still love them some Cam. Good to know. Seth felt a smile tug at his lips. He and Cameron had always been polar opposites, which was probably the reason they had gravitated toward each other in grade school. Together, they had ruled the school. Hell, as teenagers they had pretty much dominated the entire town - maybe even the county. Cameron stepped up and pulled Seth into a hug, Still a man of few words. Glad to see some things never change. I missed you, man. You too, Seth said as he patted his friend on the back. Cameron moved to sit behind his small desk, pushing his chair back to make room for his significant gut. So, what are your plans now that Uncle Sam no longer wants your damaged ass? Seth sighed as he took a seat in one of the two folding chairs that sat opposite the desk. Im headed to Jasons. Katie, his brother Jasons wife, wanted to throw him a welcome home party. He had always liked Katie and was glad his little brother had finally ended up with her, so he had agreed to it. Seth wasnt a big fan of crowds and didnt particularly enjoy parties, but he figured, what the hell - get all the awkward conversations out of the way in one fell swoop. He knew people would be interested in the fact that he was back in town. Since he had left for basic training fifteen years ago, he hadnt spent more than a couple of days at a time back in Harpers Crossing, and he had only done that a handful of times. But now, he was home. So much had changed over the time he had been away. He never expected to be back here. But it seemed that life tended to throw him curve balls. When he had left, his brothers were young. Riley was sixteen, Jason was fourteen, Alex was twelve and Bobby was ten. Now Bobby, Riley and Jason were all married and Alex was engaged. Hell, Riley even had a baby on the way. In his absence, his dad Bob had suffered two heart attacks

and had retired, handing the reins of Sloan Construction over to Seth's little brother Jason. That wasn't all that had changed. Seth had changed. Even if he had come back to find Harper's Crossing exactly the same as it had been when he left, he didn't know if he would have been able to experience his quaint, small hometown in the same pure way as he had when he'd left. Seth knew it was a clich to say that 'war changes a man' but, damn it, clichs got to be clichs because they were true. Seth had come back from overseas completely fucked up, and he didn't even know what the full extent of the damage might be. Oh, not just his shoulder. That was what had resulted in his discharge, but it was a mere flesh wound compared to the real scars he carried around. Those were mental and spiritual. He thought that if he were only dealing with the PTSD, he could handle that. You could see a shrink for that. There was a list of symptoms for PTSD. They could diagnose you. They could treat you. How do you treat someone who simply has a blackness at the core of their soul because they've seen too much and, not only seen, but done too much - horrific shit? There's no name for that. It's not a disease. You're just broken. I didnt mean what were your plans today, dumb ass. I meant long term, Cameron clarified. After the first of the year Fisher wants me to come in and talk to him. A shooting pain stabbed Seths shoulder. He rolled it to try to get some relief. He still had some discomfort from the entry site but it was better than it had been. Seth never thought in a million years that he would be in this position - at loose ends, no job. He had taken for granted the fact that he would always be a Marine. Apparently that wasn't in the cards. After his last injury had caused nerve damage, he had been offered the choice of medical discharge or reassignment. Seth had been a member of the elite Marine Corp Force Reconnaissance, or Force Recon. It was more than a job, it was who he was. To him, reassignment was not an option. Seth knew that he would never be able to handle having a desk job. Carl Fisher, Harper's Crossing's Police Chief, was a family friend who had known Seth all of his life. When Carl had heard that Seth was coming home, he had immediately contacted him about joining the force. Hell, Seth didnt know if becoming one of the boys in blue was something he wanted to do, but he figured there was no harm in hearing Fisher out. Well, if youre anything like you used to be, I know you'll be bored as hell if youre just hanging out until then. Cam smiled and clapped his hands together, So I have a proposal for you. No I wont sleep with you, even for a million dollars, Seth said flatly. Cams eyes widened, Dude, Demi Moore is so hot in that movie! Remember when we bought tickets for the Sandlot but snuck into Indecent Proposal instead?

I remember you almost got us caught and kicked out because you kept talking to the screen. Ah, those were good times. Cam tilted his head, smiling at the memory. But Im not offering you a million dollars for one night. Dont get me wrong, I would if I had it. Youre way hotter than Demi, Cam joked. Look, seriously, I could really use some help around here. Were slammed, and hell, I know that installing security systems is way below your pay grade...but I could really use an extra hand. One that I trust. Seth was proud of his friend. Since Cam had taken over Titan Security from his father, he had put his degree in marketing to good use and had grown the business by over four hundred percent in five years. Seth thought that, even though installing security systems did not sound like the most exciting job in the world, it would only be for a couple of months. Besides, he could never really say no to Cam. He smirked to himself. Since that was the case, maybe it was a good thing Cam had decided to forgo the (extremely) indecent proposition. Alright, Seth agreed. Cam raised his eyebrow, Thats it. You dont want to know the hours, the pay? Seth shrugged and smiled a barely-perceptible grin, Since we already established that the million bucks is off the table, I'm bound to walk away disappointed, he joked dryly, and then continued, Im sure we can work something out. Sweet! Cam and Seth together again. Its going to be just like old times, Cameron said excitedly. Seth shook his head, grinning at his friends enthusiasm. Just like old times. He seriously hoped not.

Chapter Two
Amber sat in Jason and Katies front room and yawned for about the fifth time in so many minutes. She couldnt help it. It had been a long day, starting with her dreaming about him, then the phone call from her mom, and finally being late for work. She felt like her entire day had been spent playing catch-up. She was spent. If this was any normal, run-of-the-mill get-together, she would probably bow out early to go catch some zzzs. In fact, she probably would have just made her excuses rather than showing up in the first place. Tonight was not, however, just your average shindig. Tonight, her curiosity trumped her exhaustion. The mysterious Seth Sloan was coming home. She had known the Sloan family for almost a decade now. She had briefly dated Jason back in the day. Nothing serious, they had had zero chemistry. This non-event had happened several years before he was reunited with the girl he had been in love with for his entire life (and who was now his wife, not to mention, was also now one of Amber's best friends), Katie. She and Jason had remained friends after their failed dates and she had gotten to know his brothers Bobby, then Alex, and most recently Riley, pretty well. Amber had heard a few stories of the legendary Seth Sloan but she had yet to see a picture of him. From all accounts, he didnt say much, and had been pretty rebellious as a teen. As an adult, she knew that he was part of a specialized, cream of the crop unit in the Marines. Other than that, she hadnt heard a lot about him. Heck, none of his family had even seen him in the last six years! She felt another yawn creep up on her. Man, she thought, maybe she should just go ahead and head home, Seth Sloan reveal or no. Oooh! You look tired! Does this mean that you and Brad hit it off last night? Amber looked up to see Katies Aunt Wendy staring down at her hopefully. Amber loved Wendy, as much for her insanely wild fashion sense as for her big heart. No, we did not, Amber said wryly. I think Im officially done being set up. I think we can consider Brad the straw that broke the blind-date camel's back. Amber did not honestly think she could sit through another awful date, set up by one of her friends or customers who swore that she would just loooooove this one. She grimaced. Why? What happened? Wendy sat down beside her. Nothing horrible. Brads fine if you like emotionally unavailable mamas boys. Oh, no! He seemed so nice when I took that Karate lesson from him, Wendy said, disappointed. He is nice,Wendy, Amber tried to explain, hes just not Hes just not Mystery Man, Haley said, sitting down to join them.

Whos Mystery Man? Wendys expression brightened at this new development. No one, Amber stated firmly, glaring at Haley. She was not about to go into her one night stand with Katies Aunt. That was not going to happen. Haley clasped her hands in front of her chest dramatically and swooned, He is the man that Amber judges every other man against, and none of them even come close to stacking up. Which is why none of her dates even have a chance. Haley lifted her glass of punch and took a drink. Amber wondered what was in the punch, and thought that it just might not be Haley's first glass of the evening. Thanks, Hales, Amber said dryly. She couldnt believe her friend-slash-employee was blowing up the spot on her like this. Its true, Amber! Haley insisted, Im only saying this because I want whats best for you and you need to face the fact that Mystery Man is gone. I met Brad. He seemed nice. You should give him another shot. Who is Mystery Man? Wendy asked again, a little louder this time. Oh, are we talking about Mystery Man? I love that story! Its so romantic! Katie sat down beside Haley on the couch. We're not, actually, Amber snapped, her voice sounding harsher than she had intended. They all looked a little shocked by her tone. Amber realized she was probably just being cranky. If they wanted to talk about the man that still haunted her dreams she figured she shouldnt be a spoilsport. She knew Katie was probably dying to relay the events of the fateful night, and since she had never told anyone the more personal details, she thought it would be harmless. Oh, alright, go ahead, she conceded, nodding at Katie. Katie's eyes danced with excitement. "Okay, stop me if I get anything wrong, Katie started. Says the lawyer, Amber intoned dryly. Katie swatted her, laughing, Oh, please! I could have the facts of the case down pat, but that would involve me deposing you. Is that what you want? Amber shook her head, smiling, Too true. Please continue. Katie turned to her aunt and lowered her voice (which Amber appreciated) to relay the story, Well! Amber was in DC to receive a purple heart for Aaron. Amber felt Wendy pat her leg, giving her silent support. So shed obviously had a long day, Katie continued. She went down to the bar and this guy sits down next to her. Before Amber even looks at him, he has her heart racing. He orders a drink and has this insanely sexy voice and Amber - our Amber - is too shy to even look at him! Then this other guy sits on down and starts being a jerk. Amber gets up to leave and the jerk grabs her.

I hope you punched his lights out, Wendy interjected. Amber shook her head. No, but I kneed him in the balls. Thats my girl! Wendy said proudly. Yes, but he didnt let go of her and he called her a b-i-t-c-h, Katie spelled out. The next thing Amber knows, sexy-voice-guy has the jerk down on his knees and he makes the guy apologize to Amber. Good man, Wendy nodded in approval. Right?! Seriously! Katies arms flew up. Then Amber starts crying I teared up slightly, Amber clarified. Whatever, Katie waved her hand in dismissal, She gets upset, and sexy-voice-guy gets her out of there, saving her not once but twice. Katie held up two fingers for emphasis. Then what? Wendy asked breathlessly. Katies eyes flew to Ambers. Yeah, Amber cringed, this is why she didnt want to get into it. Well, they spent some time together, Katie said diplomatically. Oooo La La, Wendy chuckled, waggling her eyebrows, letting an embarrassed Amber know that Katie's attempt at diplomacy had been in vain. So did you see him again? To spend a little more time together? Amber dropped her face into her hands, but she heard Katie continue, Nope. Amber left without ever even finding out his name. How sad. He seemed like one of the good ones, Wendy sighed. You dont know the half of it, Amber thought. Well, hes no Jason, Katie said, beaming with love for her husband. Or Riley! Chelle, who was Riley Sloans very pregnant wife, interjected as she sat on Haley's other side on the couch. You dont even know what were talking about, Haley pointed out. I know, but it doesnt matter. There is only one Riley, Chelle said dreamily, looking like one of those cartoon princesses that had birds and hearts floating around their angelic countenances. She also looked like she was about to give birth any second. How much longer do you have? Amber asked, relieved to move on to a new topic. Nine days. Chelles shoulders slumped, I dont know if I can wait that long. I just want her out. Partly because I am so tired of being this huge, but mainly because I just want to meet her. Have you guys decided on a name? Haley asked. Well, Riley wanted to name her Rachelle after me, but I finally convinced him thats crazy. Girls dont get named after their moms like boys do after their dads. So, after much debate, we

decided on Mya. Chelle rubbed her belly, Our little Mya papaya. Thats cute, Haley smiled. I love it! Katie said as she hugged her friend. When are you and Jason gonna get one of these? Chelle asked, patting her stomach. We are just enjoying each other right now. There will be plenty of time for babies later, Katie explained, her tone indicating that Chelle was not the first person to bring up the baby question. I know, but I want our babies to be best friends, Chelle grinned. Theyll be cousins, thats close enough, Katie countered firmly. Yeah, I guess, Chelle sighed, unconvinced. Amber heard a motorcycle rumble up the driveway. Katie stood, looking out the picture window that was behind Ambers head, her face lighting up with excitement. Hes here! Katie yelled to all of the Sloan friends and family who had gathered in the kitchen. They all filed out as Katie headed over to open the door to the garage, which was where all the brothers were playing pool. Amber stood and turned, trying to catch a glimpse of the enigmatic Seth as he made his way up the front walkway, but all she saw was a motorcycle parked next to Jasons black truck. Hmm, she thought to herself, he must have gone in through the garage. She waited and, for some reason, she was a little nervous. That's weird, she thought, must be all the built-up anticipation of finally meeting this near-mythical person. Whatever it was, though, it was causing her heart to beat faster and her palms to sweat. Low, mumbling voices came through the door before Katie flung it open...and then she heard it. The voice. The voice that had haunted her dreams. The voice of her Mystery Man. And it was headed her way. Oh. No. Oh, God. She had to get out of here. She couldnt see him like this, in front of all these people. She looked down at what she was wearing, taking a quick inventory. Long-sleeved green silk blouse, dark jeans, brown boots. Nope, that wouldnt work. She felt like she was going to pass out. She looked around at her escape options. She could maybe make it to the front door, but her purse was on the kitchen table. Her eyes darted back and forth from the door that led to her freedom to the kitchen, which held (literally) the keys to her freedom. She needed a plan. Hold on. Maybe it wasnt him! Maybe this was just a figment of her exhausted imagination. That had to be it. After the day she had had, her overtired brain was playing tricks on her. What in the name of God were the odds that Seth Sloan was actually her Mystery Man? One in a million? One in a billion? One in a trillion? I mean...it was impossible.

Right? Its good to see you, too, the voice rumbled, sounding like it was just outside the door leading into the house. She was instantly covered in goose bumps and her sex began throbbing. Okay, so her body definitely thought it was him...but that could still just be her ears and her mind playing mean-horribleawful tricks on her. Then she saw him. He stepped into the house as he turned to hug Katie. Good news? Her ears, body, and mind had not decided to betray her after all. Her sanity was (arguably) intact. Bad news? She was going to throw up. She froze. She couldnt move. She couldnt breathe. She couldnt tear her eyes away from his strong profile. She felt her cheeks flush at the sight of his mouth. Oh boy, that mouth. Thankfully everyone was crowding around him and no one was paying any attention to her. He hadnt even looked her way. Then a thought occurred to her. Yes, she remembered the night they spent together because it had been the best night of her life. However, that didnt mean that he had ever given it a second thought. There was a very good chance he didnt remember her at all. Mystery Man (aka Seth, she now knew) turned towards her to bend down and give Chelle a hug. Seeing his face again, full on, made her heart feel like it was going to explode in her chest. His eyes briefly met hers and she felt a jolt of awareness shoot through her. He, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected. His eyes moved away as quickly as they landed on her. She started to breathe again. Okay, crisis averted. She swallowed hard. That was close, she thought. Then she began to feel an annoying, niggling disappointment at the fact that he didnt recognize her begin to build in the back of her mind and heart, but she quickly shut that down. It was better this way. It was better all around. Amber decided that she would quietly go grab her purse and head out the back door, around the house, to the front, and finally to her car. As she started towards the kitchen she felt her head turning, as if of its own accord. She just had to take one more look at him. Oops, bad idea. His crystal blue eyes were locked onto hers, his jaw held tight, and - if she wasnt mistaken - that was definitely recognition written all over his handsome face. Time to go. She double timed it in through the swinging kitchen door and was just grabbing her purse when she heard her name. Her ears were ringing so loudly that she wasnt sure who it was that had called

her. Turning, she saw Katie standing in the doorway with a worried look on her face. Are you okay? Amber nodded and turned to get out of there quickly. Before she blinked, however, Katie was standing in front of her, blocking her path. Do you guys know each other? Katie asked, slowly and deliberately, as if she were trying to work out a puzzle in her head. Freakin Katie and her damn detective skills. Why did she have to pick now to be Sherlock?! Amber shook her head, a wordless denial. She didnt trust herself to speak. Katies eyes narrowed, Because...I only noticed you leaving because Seth got the most intense look on his face. When I checked to see what he was looking at, I saw you rushing in here. Then I come in here and you look like youve seen a ghost. Amber shrugged, pretending to have no idea what she was talking about. Weird. Gotta go! she chirped, beginning to move around Katie and toward freedom. Katies eyes widened as she whispered, Amber, hes not Seriously, how did she do that?! Amber closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. She knew Katie would never let this go. Yes, he is, Amber confirmed reluctantly. Seth is Mystery Man!? Katie exclaimed, her voice rising with every syllable. Really? Amber said in disbelief. You had to scream that? No one heard... Katie waved her hand dismissively, just before her attention was diverted just over Amber's shoulder and her eyes grew wide. The hairs on the back of Ambers neck stood up. Hes behind me, isnt he? Her voice was barely audible. She searched Katies eyes for the verdict, and then reached out and grabbed her hand so she didnt fall over. Katie smiled, and then said with a shaky voice, Hey, Seth. Have you, uh...met Amber? Amber was gonna kill her. Well...right after she passed out or threw up, she was gonna kill her. V oices filled the room as people started making their way into the kitchen, probably to see the guest of honor. Katie patted Ambers hand as she pulled her arm away, taking control of the situation. Hey guys, lets give Seth a minute. Hes had a long day. Lets let him grab some food and eat in peace. We can catch up with him in a few. She heard the sounds of people mumbling that they wanted to eat, too, and Katies too-highhappy voice ushering them out. Amber knew the mature thing to do would be to turn around. Maybe even to say hello. Instead,

she reached for the doorknob. She would be mature later when she could feel her legs again. Amber. His deep, sexy voice stopped her dead in her tracks. Okay, well, looks like maturity was on deck. Better just walk up to the plate and swing. She slowly turned, trying to regulate her breathing so she didnt hyperventilate. What she saw standing before her did not help her efforts. Somehow, he had actually gotten better looking. Either that or her memory and dreams had just not done him justice. Either way, he was...incredible. He looked taller, more filled out, and his face, well - that was still, well...perfect. Hi, Seth, Amber said, going for casual coolness.

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Seth could not believe that she was really here. In his home town. In his brothers house, for God's sake. Standing in front of him. And her name was Amber. And she was even more beautiful than he remembered. He had been trained to effectively deal with pretty much any situation you could think of, but he had no idea what to do in this one. Not a day had gone by since that night in DC that he had not thought about her. When he had woken at five a.m. and realized she was gone, he was furious with himself for falling asleep, and sleeping so soundly, at that. He never slept soundly. It was an occupational hazard that could cost him his life. He hadnt even meant to close his eyes that night. The last thing he remembered was her naked body draped over him and the soft sounds of her breathing as she slept. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in bed. Alone. So, yeah, uh...small world, huh? she said nervously. Why did you leave? he heard himself ask bluntly. She flinched at his question. He quickly assessed that he was going about this all wrong. She looked unsteady. She was shaking like a leaf. He pulled out the kitchen chair beside him. Do you want to sit down? He realized what he had said the second the question left his mouth. Her eyes shot to him as her cheeks flushed. She obviously remembered the question's significance. At least she didnt look like she was about to pass out anymore. She looked down at the chair as if she was battling with the decision to sit down and talk with him. Finally she said, This isnt the time to do this. You have a house full of people waiting to talk to

you, Seth. Say that again, he commanded. I just dont think, she began. My name. Say my name again. He stared at her intensely. Her lips parted as her breathing quickened, Seth. He closed his eyes and exhaled. He didnt even try to disguise how the sound of his name on her lips affected him. He had waited eight long years to hear it. V oices in the kitchen caused him to open his eyes again. He heard people talking and laughing behind him. He knew it was a matter of seconds before someone would interrupt them. Amber looked panicked. He saw her eyes darting around at all of the new arrivals. He needed to get her alone. Talk to her. Isolation. That is what they needed. If he ignored everyone and just got her out of here then maybe she would relax, calm down. At least enough to talk to him. He was forming a tactical plan when he felt a slap on his shoulder. Cant believe all my boys are under the same roof, his dads voice boomed from behind him. Seth resigned himself to the fact that ignoring his father was not an option. He turned around and his dad pulled him into a hug. He saw Katie standing by the kitchen island, she shrugged her shoulders, holding her hands up as she mouthed, Sorry. Before his dad had even released him from the tight embrace there were several more people circled around, all talking to him at once. He realized that the prospect of getting Amber alone was looking as if it was not going to be an option. He heard the back door shut behind him and knew even before he turned that she had left. Still, he couldnt help it. He looked over his shoulder and saw the empty space where she had stood. She was gone. Again. Sure, he knew her name this time. But did it really matter?

Chapter Three
Sunlight shone brightly through the bedroom window. Amber squinted her eyes as she reached across her pillow and turned off her alarm before it even had a chance to buzz. She had not overslept this morning. Of course, that was mainly due to the fact that she would have actually had to sleep for oversleeping to occur. Sadly, she had just tossed and turned all night and hadnt drifted off once. Amber had not been able to shut off her brain since leaving Jason and Katies the previous night. Her head was...spinning, turning, flipping...with so many conflicting thoughts and feelings. The main two were disbelief and shock. There were a few (hundred) others in there as well, but those would definitely be the two emotions overriding all of the others. Next was embarrassment. Normally, Amber faced things head on. If something needed to be dealt with, she did just that. She dealt with it. She didnt run away. She didnt hide. Last night she had done both of those things. Why? Because her Mystery Man was no longer a mystery at all...although he was certainly still all man, Amber reflected ruefully. Still, he wasn't a mystery. He had a name now: Seth Sloan. She dropped her head into her hands. Of course! Fricking of course he would end up being a Sloan. Right? Not only did she now know Mystery Mans name, she knew his whole family! And not just in passing, but really well. Her amazing, out-of-this-world, incredible, anonymous night was not so anonymous anymore. Not even close. She knew she was going to have to deal with this. Deal with him. Harpers Crossing was a fairly small town and obviously they knew a lot of the same people. In fact, probably more than half of her inner-circle were related to him. So yeah, she was going to need to address the elephant in the room, and being Amber she would be taking care of that sooner rather than later. First, before any addressing, facing, or dealing with occurred, she needed a shower. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and reaching her arms up high over her head, she stretched her back. Yoga. Thats what she needed before her shower. She needed to find her Zen place. Amber didnt believe she had ever actually achieved finding said Zen place in the two yoga sessions that she had attempted. But, what the hell? Today was a new day, and if there ever was a time in her life that she needed to feel centered and stress-free (which was what Zen was, right?) then today was that day. Just as she was pulling her barely-used yoga pants from her drawer, her phone rang. Seth! The thought popped unbidden and instantly into her mind, but she realized almost immediately that it was completely ridiculous. He didnt have her phone number. Duh! Still, that realization did not stop her hands from shaking as she picked up the phone.

She looked at the caller ID. Great. Well, at least her hands were steady as a surgeon's now. Hi, Mom, she tried to cover the stress in her voice. Hey pumpkindoodlebug, her mother slurred brightly. Ambers eyes slowly closed and her hands began shaking for an entirely different reason than they had a moment before. Taking a deep breath, Amber could feel her nostrils flaring as she asked, Where are you Mom? Well, thats the thing, I dont know. But if you could just put some money in my account then Im sure that I could figure it out, her mom reasoned. Thats not going to happen. I already told you I am not giving you any more money, Mom. I will come pick you up, wherever you are, and take you back to Horizons. But thats it. Nothing else, Amber stated firmly as she tried not to let her blood pressure spike. Please doodlebug, just this one last time, pleeeaassee, her mother begged. Amber felt her stomach clench as she called upon her steel will to help her stay strong. No, Mom. No money. Where are you so I can come and get you? Ill never ask you for anything ever again! her mother pleaded. Where are you? Amber repeated the question. It doesnt matter! Her mother began to sob. How can you treat me like this? You are my only daughter! Im your mother! Dont remind me, Amber thought to herself as she calmly explained, I know that, Mom, and thats why I will drop everything to come pick you up. Her mothers sobs instantly turned into anger, You really are a bitc.. Amber disconnected the call. She had no desire to listen to her mothers drunken opinion of her. Her chest felt tight and her limbs were heavy. God, she missed her mom. Not the person that her mother had become since they lost Aaron. That was not who Amber missed. She missed the mom that had been front row at all of her ballet and jazz recitals, who never missed one of Aarons baseball games no matter how far they had to travel to get there. The mom who made sure that there was always food on the table and a roof over their heads even if she had to work several jobs to make that happen. She sniffed as she felt moisture welling in her eyes. No, she told herself firmly. She was not going to waste one more moment of her life crying over things she could not change. She had spent a good part of the last decade doing just that and she was

done. She had good friends. An amazing business that was thriving even in tough economic times. She had too much good in her life to constantly live under a dark cloud of sadness. The past was behind her. This was a new day. Out with the old, in with the new.

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As Amber pulled into the back parking lot of Bella, the boutique clothing store she owned on Harper's Crossing's postcard-perfect downtown main street, she noticed both Haley and Sophies cars parked in the back lot. Strange. Haley was an employee at Bella but was not scheduled to work today, and Sophie hadnt worked there for a couple of years. Of course, she stopped by a lot now. But, Amber reflected with a small smile, even when she had been an employee, she had never arrived this early. Sophie was a night owl, through and through. So even if she had the opening shift she wouldnt roll in until five minutes before they unlocked the doors. Amber looked at the digital clock in her dashboard, it read 9:05. Hmmm. She figured they probably knew about Seth and wanted the scoop. Well, it looked like her past was not as firmly behind her as she had wanted, after all. She sighed, thinking to herself that it was just better to get this over with. Stepping through the black beaded curtains that separated the employee break room from the dressing rooms, Amber saw that, not only were Sophie and Haley both in attendance, it looked like Katie and Chelle were there as well. They were all seated in the small lounge area Amber had recently added to the boutique so that when customers were shopping, those accompanying them would have a comfortable place to wait. She might have thought twice about putting it in if she had known that it would so quickly be used as a place where her friends would comfortably wait for her, with an interrogation in mind! Oh, boy. Amber stepped around the corner and was faced with four very eager expressions. She sat down beside Katie on the small red loveseat that faced the dressing rooms. Really? Amber intoned dryly as she turned to Katie, whom she assumed had been the one to tip everyone off about the newest development in Ambers wacky world of crazy coincidences. Hey, they wanted to go to your house last night but I convinced them to give you a little space, Katie said, sounding proud of herself. Youre welcome.

They all continued to stare at her. Amber had the sudden urge to go back home, climb into bed, throw the covers over her head, and stay there for the next.mmm, year or so. Alright, go ahead. What do you want to know? Amber resigned herself to the inevitable. So its really him? Sophie asked. Amber nodded her head. Yes. Seth, my cousin, is Mystery Man, Haley clarified. That appears to be the case, Amber confirmed. Everyone was staring at her with varying degrees of disbelief on their faces. Yeah, I know, Amber shook her head, its crazy. The room erupted as each girl spoke in a rush, putting forth their own unique take on just how crazy it was and what the odds were of this happening. Basically, voicing all of the thoughts that had been crashing into each other like bumper cars in her brain, for the last twelve hours. Katie spoke over the loud chatter, asking, So what did he say to you when I left? The entire room fell silent. Not a lot, Amber replied. All of her friends facial expressions told the same story. Namely, that there was no way Amber was going to get away with an answer that vague. Fine. Amber sighed in resignation. He asked why I left. Then asked me if I wanted to sit down. Which had immediately taken her right back to the room in DC, but they didnt need to know that. Then he asked me to say his name again. What? Katie asked, her head tilted to the side. Ooookaaay, it looked like Amber was going to have to go the verbatim route for this crowd. Luckily, she had a really good memory. Ambers hands flew up in exasperation as she explained, He wanted to talk. I said This isnt the time to do this. You have a house full of people waiting to see you, Seth. He said, Say that again. I tried to explain again and he said, Amber lowered her voice an octave in a sad attempt to recreate Seths deep timbre, my name, say my name again. Her friends remained sitting, all staring at her, waiting. And then Katie prompted. Then I said his name again. Then the room filled up with people. Then I left. Then...nothing. Thats the whole sordid tale. There. Now that they knew that nothing noteworthy had happened, maybe she could just go on with her day. What did he do when you said his name? Katie continued the line of questioning as if she

were cross-examining Amber in court. Amber hung her head slightly. Really, Katie? He closed his eyes and just... Amber didnt know how to explain what he had done, He justbreathed. Wow, Katie and Haley said in unison. Okay, not to be the one that has to inject a little reality into this romantic Ripley's Believe It Or Not situation, but did anyone else notice that Bobby and Seth look exactly alike? Sophie asked, looking at Amber in disbelief, You never noticed the resemblance? No, Amber replied honestly. Bobby was a teenager when I met Mysterer, umSeth. And remember, I only really got to know Bobby when you two started dating. Which was years later. It never crossed my mind. So what are you going to do? Chelle asked, and she seemed to be beyond being merely wrapped up in the salacious drama of it all, but was rather genuinely concerned. Nothing, Amber stated flatly. Nothing? All four women repeated in disbelief. What am I supposed to do? Amber did not know what these ladies wanted to hear but she had been running possible scenarios of how this could all play out in her head and she still had no idea how to handle the situation at hand. You have to talk to him, Katie explained. Obviously that night meant something to him, too. He made a beeline for you. He wanted to talk to you. He wanted you to say his name. Dont you think at the very least you could get some closure? Ambers stomach dropped and her heart sank at that word. Closure. Because if she were being honest with herself she didnt want closure with Seth. That night, her one night with him, had gotten her through some pretty bad times in her life and she wasnt ready to lose it as her go-to coping method. I honestly dont know what I would even say to him, Amber confessed. Well, lets start with his opener. Why did you leave that night? Katie asked. I left because, I justI dont do well withIm not very good at This was exactly the reason she didnt want to talk to him about it. She was a mess. Katie came through with the assist, You dont do well with what? Emotions, feelings? Yes. Those things. Amber realized that it was odd to feel those things after knowing a person only a few hours but that was exactly the reason she had left the hotel room. The whole night, the connection she felt to him, was just too intense to process. Well, werent you just saying last night that you are done dating emotionally unavailable men?

Maybe that means you are ready for more. I mean how old were you when you and Sethumwhen the night happened? Haley asked. I was twenty-two. Amber remembered at the time how very old and mature she had felt. But now, looking back, she realized how young she really was. See! Haley exclaimed. Now youre thirty! Thats a big difference! Thanks for pointing that out, Hales, Amber said dryly. Haley just smiled at her. Arent you even a little bit excited about the fact that you now know Mystery Mans identity? And hes here. In Harpers Crossing. And hes related to you, Amber pointed out. Okay that parts a little weird, Ill give you that, Haley chuckled. I used to be upset about the fact that you wouldnt tell me the good stuff, but now I have to admit that I am glad I dont have that information floating around in my head. I would have had to go to a counselor or a hypnotist to get rid of it! Sophie leaned forward in her chair, But come on, you have to be a teensy, weensy bit excited that you know his name and hes here. I guess a little bit, Amber begrudgingly admitted for their sake. All the girls started talking at once about how romantic and amazing the whole thing was. Amber didnt want to be the wet blanket (or party pooper as Chelle was so fond of calling people) and ruin everyones fun. But really, if she was being completely honest, she wasnt excited. She was scared. Totally one hundred percent terrified.

Chapter Four
Before his first day at Titan Security, Seth had agreed to meet his brothers at Gerards Diner for breakfast. Pulling into the dirt parking lot he was stunned by how little the diner had changed. He hadnt recognized a lot of the town he had seen so far, everything looked so much more built up. But this place looked exactly the same as it always had. He had mixed feelings about coming here - to Gerards. When he was growing up, before his mom Cheryls bi-polar disorder had gotten severe, she had taken him and Riley here every Saturday for breakfast. The time they spent here were some of the best memories he had with her. Part of him was hoping that the building would have changed. Maybe they would have added to the structure or something. At the very least, that it would have been painted differently. And, although Seth realized they must have painted the building since the last time he had been there, it was still tan with a forest green trim. His chest felt tight. He stepped in through the front door that had the Gerards Diner decal etched into the glass. The smell of pancakes, syrup, and coffee hit him smack dab in the face. Sure, over the years he had been to dozens of diners in several different countries and they all smelled of pancakes, syrup, and coffee. But there was nothing like this. This smelled like home. Seth easily spotted his four brothers waiting for him at a large round table in the back of the restaurant. He was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that his brothers werent kids anymore. They were grown men. It was odd. Okay, whats the deal with you and Amber? Jason asked abruptly, his brow lifting as Seth took a seat between Bobby and Riley. There was a plate of pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon with a cup of coffee waiting for him. After Jasons blunt question Seth stared at the plate full of food and realized he should have just grabbed a bagel and coffee and skipped the family breakfast. Look, Jason continued, I wouldnt ask, but Katie wont let it drop. Chelles pretty curious, too, Riley added. Bobby, who Seth had noticed over the last few days didnt say much, chose this time to speak up, Sophie wont stop asking. Is this why you guys invited me here? Seth asked, feeling a little ambushed. His brothers just stared at him. I just came for the show. Alex smiled happily as he shoveled pancakes into his mouth. Jamie hasnt said a word about it. Seth wanted this conversation over. Nothing is going on. But you remember her? Jason lifted his coffee cup to his lips.

Yes. Seth could not believe his brothers werent dropping this. And... Jason gestured for Seth to elaborate. I remember her. End of story. Seth did not want this to become a running theme, that his brothers felt like they could ask him about his personal life. He was an extremely private person and that was not going to change because of his unexpected homecoming. Yes, these were his brothers, but that didnt make this any more their business. Sadly, Jason said looking almost apologetic, It is not the end of the story. Because if I dont go home from this little pancake intervention with some answers, I will never hear the end of it from Katie. So, sorry, bro, but you need to start talking. Looking around the table, it seemed that Bobby and Riley were both backing Jason up. Alex might as well have been holding a bucket of popcorn as he watched the proceedings. He seemed very entertained. Seth didnt want to talk about Amber, about their night together, but obviously his brothers werent going to let it go. Since there wasnt much to tell anyway, he decided he might as well get it over with. I want to make it clear that this is the one and only conversation we will have on this subject. Understood? Seth looked around the table; his brothers all nodded their heads in agreement. Seth inhaled deeply through his nose. On August 14th 20 August 14th? Bobby interrupted his brow creasing. Yes. On August 14th 2005 I was at the Four Seasons in DC Thats the hotel where the police found you and Mom, when you were in fourth grade and your class was on that field trip to DC, right? Riley interrupted. Do you want to hear this or not? Seth asked his brothers sharply. They just silently stared at him so he continued, I had just had dinner and wanted a drink. His brothers nodded in understanding and he saw them glancing at each other, probably silently communicating the importance of the date. I went to the bar and sat down. There was a girl seated to my right. An asshole came over and started hitting on her. She stood to leave. Asshole grabbed her hand. She kneed him in the balls. The corners of Seths mouth twitched as he remembered how impressed he had been with the gorgeous stranger. The idiot called her a bitch, I made sure he apologized. She was upset. I got her out of there. We went to my room. She left sometime in the middle of the night. The next time I saw her was yesterday. I tried to speak to her. She left. Yeah. We knew all that, Jason said as if that story was common knowledge. You knew what? Seth asked, not really comprehending the statement Jason had just made.

Not the date, and not the exact hotel, that was all new info but the other details, yeah. Your Ambers Mystery Man, Jason said matter-of-factly. Ive known about it for years. Years? Seth clarified. Yep, about five years, Jason explained. But Ive known Amber longer than everyone else. We went out a few times back in the day. You did what? Seths jaw clenched as he felt a surge of anger spread through his chest. Wow! Soooo nothings going on with you two, huh? Alex smiled from ear to ear. That reaction was for nothing going on. Interesting. Seth ignored his brother. He had always maintained that Alex thought he was a lot funnier than he actually was. He continued staring at Jason. It wasnt serious. Jasons eyes grew wide as he raised his hands in mock surrender. When she first moved to town we went out a couple of times. Thats all. But we quickly realized we would be better off as friends. No chemistry. No chemistry. What the hell? They could not be talking about the same girl. Amber was the sexiest woman Seth had ever laid eyes on. How could any man be in the same room with her and not have chemistry? Still, it made him feel better to know that Jason and Amber had not really dated. Although the tightness in Seths chest was lessening, he still didnt like the feeling that Jasons information had caused to riot through him. He figured he would just get through this breakfast and deal with that later. Seth began to eat. The sooner he was out of there, the better. Jason must have sensed his fight or flight response because he quickly said, Look, Im just gonna ask you all the things Kit Kat has been asking me and then I wont bring it up again. Deal? You still call her that? Seth asked. He seemed to remember that when they were kids Katie had hated that nickname. Jason just smiled a mischievous smile. Yep. Okay, whatever. It was none of Seths business. Just like anything between himself and Amber was none of his brothers' or their wives' business. Do you plan on seeing Amber? Jason asked. No, Seth answered honestly. Let me rephrase. Do you want to see Amber? No, Seth said flatly. Jason just stared at him, doubt written all over his face. Why? Bobby and Riley had been fairly quiet during this interrogation, he appreciated it. He just wanted to eat and get to work. No more talk about Amber. Him seeing Amber. His night

with Amber. Is it because she left? Twice? Bobby asked. The question hit Seth right square in the chest like a punch, knocking the wind out of him. Where the hell had this kid come from? His balls hadnt even dropped the last time Seth had seen him, now he was coming out with shit like this. Seth didnt answer, just took a drink of coffee. Thats not what shes like Seth, Jason defended Amber. Shes not like mom. Who the hell said anything about mom? Seth couldnt believe his brother had actually just brought up their mom in this conversation. Im not trying to piss you off, Jason quickly said. But I just want you to know Ambers not a flake. Shes brilliant. She owns her own business. She has a lot of friends. She volunteers at the womens shelter. Sure, shes got issues like anyone else, but not like that. She doesnt just leave. Could have fooled me, Seth thought to himself. This conversation was just getting worse and worse. He could feel the tension radiating off of him in waves. He was normally so controlled. He didnt let things get to him. He never let things affect him this strongly. Except, it seemed, when it came to Amber. Okay, one more question - and this one is all me, not Katie, Jason prefaced, and from the look in his eye Seth, was pretty damn sure he wasnt going to like the question that was to follow. Seth nodded at him to continue. You really didnt even know her name? Seth hated to admit it, but...No. Damn, Jason shook his head slowly. Well, kids, Alex said as he stood, as fun as this has been, Ive got to get to the station. Seth, glad youre back. Ambers one of the good ones. I wouldnt count her out just yet. Alex slapped him on the back as he left. As he watched his brother leave his chest constricted with another emotion. This time it was pride. Although Seth didnt really know how to tell Alex or, actually, any of his brothers - how proud he was of them without sounding condescending or patronizing, it didnt change the fact that he was, very proud of them. They had all made good lives for themselves. They were successful in both their personal lives and their professional lives, and that was more than Seth could currently say for himself, if it came right down to it. Jason and Bobby had both gone into the family business. Sloan Construction was his dad Bobs first baby. He had started the company a year before Seth was born. Jason was in charge now and Bobby was a foreman. Jason and Bobby were both happily married to great girls who they had each loved most of their lives. Riley had recently gotten out of the Marines, but unlike Seth, had planned ahead for his civilian

life. He had opened a bar that was quite successful down in New Orleans with a couple of the guys he had served with. His plan had originally been to head down there to live, but he and Chelle reconnected and now they were married with a baby on the way. Riley was able to handle a lot of the bars business from Harpers Crossing thanks to the wonders of technology. And Alex - who was the only brother that Seth had ever really worried about, due to his romantic history and seemingly blas attitude about life - was a firefighter and engaged to a girl Seth had just met but could instantly tell had her head on straight. Jamie was a nurse and a waitress, she had a six year old son, she was stunningly beautiful and seemed to adore his brother, sordid past and all. Seth had carried around a lot of guilt over the past decade for taking off on his dad and brothers. He had left the second he could and basically hadnt looked back. Months at a time would go by and he would have zero contact with them. He had never really dealt with the loss of his mom, or even her absence when she had left when Seth was ten. Being around his brothers brought up a lot of things that Seth had pushed down into the darkest places of his soul. He didnt really want them coming to light. A young waitress that looked to be a little intimidated by Seth and his brothers came by to refill their coffee cups and Seth took out his card to pay the check. Jason and Riley tried to argue that they had invited him so they would pay. Seth made it clear that it wasnt negotiable. He was paying. His brothers wisely backed down. They all made plans for Thanksgiving, since it was less than a week away, and said their goodbyes. As Seth got on his bike and looked at the diner one last time before pulling out of the parking lot. He had a gut feeling that this was going to be a long day.

Chapter Five
As Amber drove down the frontage road that ran alongside the picturesque Riverwalk on her way to Bella, she tried to wrap her brain around the fact that it had been three days since she had seen her Mystery Man. Three days and she hadnt seen hide nor hair of Seth Sloan. Every time her phone had rung or someone came to her door, she had just known it was him. It wasnt. When she was at the shop, she kept expecting him to walk through the door. He hadnt. It was driving her a little bit crazy! She felt off balance. The brief conversation they had had in Katie and Jasons kitchen kept playing in her head. Not just the words but also every look, every movement, every breath he had taken was on constant repeat in her brain. She was trying desperately to dissect the exchange, to find some concrete meaning in each second of their brief reunion. So far, she hadnt come up with that much. Could she have handled it better? Yes. Did she wish she would have stayed at Jasons and spoken more than a handful of words to Seth? Yes. Did her behavior warrant his complete and total dismissal? No. Granted, Amber may have a better memory than most, but Seth had obviously remembered their night together. I mean come on; he had asked her to say his nameagain. That wasnt something you did with people that didnt have any impact on you. Right? Their night must have meant something to Seth for him to remember her all these years later. Look at the facts. He had followed her into the kitchen, leaving behind a house full of family and friends that had gathered for his homecoming. When she had tried to make small talk granted it was awkward small talk, but whatever - the first words out of his mouth were why did you leave?- so he must have wondered about her from time to time. You dont ask a question that specific if you barely remember someone. And if Seth had felt even one-tenth of the same heat that Amber had felt when they were in the kitchen, face to face, a foot away from each other, then he had to still feel the insane attraction that was sizzling between them. Their chemistry was almost like a living, breathing thing. It was not harness-able. It was wild and unforgiving. It was scary. Seth did not strike her as the type to be scared off easily. Granted, normally the same could be said for Amber - but this situation was not normal by any stretch of the imagination! This situation was unique unto itself. If it weren't happening to her, in fact, she wouldnt even believe it to be possible. Now, pulling into the back parking lot of Bella, she tried to pull her scattered brain together.

She needed to get some sort of a reign on her current emotional state. She wasnt going to suffer through another day without having some sort of a grip on her sanity. Amber had always prided herself on being logical. She had an I.Q. that was higher than most. As a child she had excelled in G.A.T.E. (Gifted and Talented Education). She had graduated from high school with a 4.0 GPA. And, unlike some of her other intellectual contemporaries, she was actually street smart, and not socially awkward in the least. These qualities had served her well in life. These natural-born gifts had given her an inner confidence that she could handle anything that came her way. She had never doubted herself. Until Mystery Man. Until now. Until Seth. Amber was at a loss as to how to internally deal with the volcanic eruption of emotions Seth's (aka Mystery Mans) appearance in Harpers Crossing had caused. She was equally uncertain as to what she should do externally about the situation. She knew their paths would inevitably cross. Then what? That was part of the reason she was so frustrated by his non-appearance over the last few days. She had, in a way, been banking on the assumption that Seth would seek her out. Take charge. That he would take control of the situation just like he had done all those years ago in room #511 of the Four Seasons. Unfortunately, that had not been the case, which was the main reason for her unbalanced and somewhat foul mood. Never one to rely on others' actions for her own happiness, Amber decided that after work today, she would make a game plan. She would find out where he was staying (how hard could that be, after all, she knew his whole family), and then she was going to go and have a little chit-chat with Mr. Seth Sloan. Even though, at this very moment, she had no idea what she would say to him, she was fairly certain that over the course of an entire day at work she could come up with a rough idea. She was resilient. She was smart. She could figure it out. Amber unlocked the back door and made her way into Bella through the employee break room. As she walked the familiar path, a strange sensation crept through her veins. She stilled for a moment. Something feltoff. She tried to ignore the odd feeling, to shake it off as she pushed through the black-beaded curtain that separated the dressing room area from the back of the shop. As she drew even with the red painted doors of the dressing rooms her entire body tensed up as if it was on alert. A strange smell hit her nostrils. She was trying to figure out what it was when she heard a sound behind her and sensed furtive moment. She whipped her head around to see what the movement was just as she heard a loud cracking sound echo through the silence. An intense pain shot through her head as she felt her legs give way beneath her. Her body

crumbled to the floor and the last thing she clearly saw was the black blades of the fan above her as they spun around and around

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Oh my God! Oh my God! Amber! Haleys panicked voice penetrated through the fog in Ambers throbbing head. Amber opened her heavy lidded eyes and saw Haley hovering over her, tears streaming down her cheeks. Amber remained still. She moved her eyes, scanning the area without moving her head. She was lying flat on the ground beside the dressing rooms. Haley knelt beside her. She held a phone to her ear as she cried. I think there was a break-in, Haleys shaking voice was telling whomever was on the other end of the phone. I found Amber unconscious by the dressing rooms. The place is trashed. What?! Bella, her store, was trashed? She needed to find out exactly what was going on. She tried to sit up. Haleys big brown eyes shot down to her. Youre awake! she cried. Amber tried to nod, but the pain that shot through her head convinced her that that was a bad idea. Haley was a clever girl. Amber was sure she could gather enough evidence to support her conclusion about Amber being awake without the benefit of the nod. Yes, shes awake, Haley announced excitedly into the phone. See? Amber thought, my confidence was not misplaced. Looking back down at Amber, Haley instructed, They said you need to lay still. Dont move, Amber. The paramedics should be here shortly. Paramedics. Store trashed. Throbbing headache. None of this was adding up. She tried to piece it together, to make sense of the events, but it felt like trying to escape from quicksand. She just kept getting pulled back under. She closed her eyes figuring she would rest. Then she would be able to think more clearly. No Amber, stay awake, talk to me, Haleys voice had more than a little hint of desperation in it. They want me to keep you awake! Amber felt bad for Haley. She seemed really upset. She opened her eyes to make sure Haley was okay. She saw Haleys face light up, Good, thats good! Keep looking at me. Okay, Amber weakly replied, trying to reassure Haley. She winced at the sharp, high-pitched

sound of several sirens blaring through the air, growing louder as they approached. Oh, thank God! Theyre here. Just hold on. Haley sat beside her holding Ambers hand as her fingers wrapped tightly around it. Hey, girls, looks like you threw quite a party in here. Alex. Amber heard Alexs voice. She instantly felt more relaxed. Alex was here. He would take care of Haley. She could go to sleep. She closed her eyes. Uh, uh, uh, sleepy head. No shut eye just yet, Alex said, and Amber realized that he was now beside her. Backs clear. Amber heard a mans voice, one she didnt recognize, announce. She looked up as Alex shone a bright light in her eyes. He had placed something hard beneath her back and was taking her blood pressure and checking her pulse. She heard a hiss escape her mouth as she tried to lift her head to look around. What hurts? he asked, his green eyes filled with concern. Just my head, Amber moaned. Lay still, he instructed, with a tone of authority Amber had never heard him use. As Alex continued to examine her, she noticed several police officers walking around her. She wanted to sit up. She needed to see what kind of damage had been done to the store. But she knew it was no use fighting Alex, he wasnt going to let her get up until he was sure she was okay. Sloan men were so frustrating.

Chapter Six
The hard metal chair dug into Seths bad shoulder as his patience quickly evaporated. He was once again seated in his childhood friend Camerons small office at Titan Security. He had only been there for a half an hour and was already wondering if he had made a big mistake. Come on, dude. Just one time. Let me take her out, Cam pleaded. He had not let the subject of Seths bike drop since Seth had walked through the door. No, Seth repeated the same answer he had been giving his friend for the last thirty minutes. Damn, you were a lot more fun in high school, Cam complained as he pushed a laptop across the small desk towards Seth. This is yours. For work purposes only. No looking up porn. We monitor it. Then, waggling his eyebrows, he added, Unless its really good porn, then please peruse awaybecause we monitor it. Seth shook his head at his friend. Alright, so heres the deal. You will be hanging with me the next few days, getting a feel for the ins and outs, so to speak. Then after the holiday, you'll be out on your own. Think you can handle that? Seth stared directly into his friends eyes as he leaned forward giving his shoulder a break, resting his elbows on his knees. Cams blue eyes sparked as a huge smile spread across his face. You realize when you are dealing with clients you will have to speak...like, with actual words? Not just the intimidating body language which seems to be your preferred method of communication? Seth felt the corners of his mouth pulling up into a grin. Cam had always had the gift of gab. He tended to rub people the wrong way at times, but Seth had always appreciated his friends ability to say exactly what was on his mind. We have a consult over at the new office building on Eleventh St. It's for a company called Lifeline Insurance. You can ride with me. Next week, we'll have a company truck for you. You cant roll up to appointments on that beast. A hog doesnt exactly scream safety and security, Cam explained as he stood, gathering his keys, and then grabbed what looked like a gym bag on steroids from a locker in the corner of the room. A quick glance inside the bag showed security cameras, monitors and several other devices that Seth assumed they would be presenting to their new clients. I know we havent really gone over your job description, but basically what I need is for you to do the initial consult and analysis. I have plenty of guys that can install and Ive got a great marketing and sales team, but I havent found anyone - other than myself, that is - who can quickly survey an area and see where the blind spots and weak areas are, the ones that would need to be

covered. I know that sounds crazy, but these idiots just dont see it. Not a problem. For Seth this job would literally be the equivalent of Picasso doing a paint by numbers portrait. As they climbed into Cams company truck, Seth thought that it might not be such a bad thing to have some zero-stress, no-brainer work for a change. He could use the mental downtime to figure out what he wanted to do now that his military career was behind him. What he saw for himself in the future. Hell, maybe he could even come to terms with some of the ghosts that haunted his past. So how does it feel being back in your old stomping grounds? Cams loud voice boomed over the country music blaring from the sixteen inch speakers, interrupting Seths inner dialog. Good. Seth looked down at the river as they drove across it. As a kid, this had been his favorite place to be. He would spend hours down at the banks. He had his first kiss on the bridge they were currently driving over when he was ten. He drank his first beer that same year, and underneath the very same bridge. It all looked so different now, though, with the new Riverwalk development that lined the banks of the water. He understood the need for commerce in the small town and was happy to see that Harpers Crossing seemed to be thriving, but he did feel a little bit of disappointment over the fact that nothing, save the small and picturesque downtown area and the bucolic rural areas in the outer county surrounding the town, looked the same as it had in his childhood. All of the commercial and retail districts surrounding that gem of a downtown area- which, in Seth's childhood, had been sliding down the gradual path to eventual decline - had, in the intervening years, been spruced up and modernized. 'Revitalized' they called it. It wasn't a bad thing, he knew- in fact, it was good. Very good. Just jarring. Somehow, you never really emotionally expect life to move on when you're not there, even though logic tells you that it will. Well, Seth ruminated, if there's one thing you can depend on in life, it's change. Things will constantly change.

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Seth and Cam walked out of the offices of Lifeline Insurance, their newest clients, and Seth shook his head in amazement. Wow. If all of the consults went that easily, Seth would be done by noon every day. They were in and out of there in under forty-five minutes. Is that normally what to expect in a consultation? Seth asked as Cam fired up his truck. Cams head fell back as he laughed. Hell, no! Normally I have to explain over and over again

each devices use, then tediously outline each feature. Never before has it been that simple. I think if you would have told them that jumping up and down on one foot while they barked like a dog would keep them safe they would have done it. Seths brow furrowed. But I didnt really say anything. I know! Cam exclaimed. That was the beauty of it all. You werent trying to sell, you just answered their questions, and just barely did that. It was like how men go crazy when a girl plays hard to get. By the way, you are totally the girl in this scenario. Cam laughed at his own joke before continuing with awe in his voice, They just trusted you. I could see it in their eyes when they asked for your opinions, it was like they innately knew you could keep them safe. Seth didnt really think it was that deep. He figured it had more to do with them knowing about his military experience (thanks to Cam) than anything remotely personal to him. But Cam seemed happy and Lifeline Insurance now had a security system that would protect them and the confidential information stored at their facility. So Seth figured, that any way you looked at it, it was a win-win. Man, forget what I said about talking more to the clients, Cam said excitedly as he turned onto the frontage road. This silent-strength thing youve got going on is working just fine. The radio on Cams belt chirped and he grabbed it. Helloooo, Darla. How ya doin, beautiful? Darla, Cams seventy-something year old secretarys gravelly voice came over the airwaves, You done with the Lifeline job? Cam whispered loudly to Seth, She likes to get straight to the point. Seth remembered Darla from when he and Cam worked for Cams dad at Titan Security over their summer breaks in high school. The main thing he remembered about her was that she smoked like a chimney, but he also seemed to recall that she was a no-nonsense, no-muss, no-fuss lady even then. She had not seemed to mellow with age. Sure am. Were ahead of schedule thanks to Mr. Smooth Talker over here. Cam winked at Seth as he spoke to Darla. Good, then you need to head over to Cranston Square. There was a break in at Bella, and someone was assaulted. The police cant seem to reach Mr. Cranston to get the video surveillance footage. On our way. Cam replaced the radio on his belt loop. Old man Cranston still kickin? Seth asked. Barely, but yes. Hes not gonna like that there was a break in at one of his properties. Cams fingers tightened on the steering wheel and he nervously looked over at Seth, You know, your cousin works there. Seth looked over at his friend, Where? He was unclear if one of his cousins worked for old

man Cranston or at the place where the break-in had occurred. At Bella. Haley works at Bella, Cam said, his tone growing serious. Seths blood ran cold. He picked up his phone but realized that he didnt have any of his cousins' numbers programmed into it. So he did the next best thing and began calling his brothers. No one picked up. Just as he was about to call his dad, the truck came to a stop. That was one of the great things about living in a small town, it never took too long to get anywhere. As they passed under the police tape, Cam gave his name and showed his I.D. to an officer that was stationed at the door. Seths heart was pounding and he just wanted to get inside the store and make sure that his cousin was okay. Finally, the officer moved to the side and let them pass. They stepped into the room, picking their way around mounds of hastily tossed clothing. Seth surveyed the scene before him. The first thing he saw was his cousin, who seemed perfectly fine. The next thing he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. It was her. Haley was crouched beside Amber. She was sitting in a chair with an ice pack pressed to the side of her head, smiling at something Alex was saying to her. He crossed the room in three strides. His brother was the first to notice his arrival. Hey Seth, youre a little late for the party. He looked down at Amber, who was good-naturedly rolling her eyes at Alex. Are you okay? he heard the intensity in his own voice. Her eyes widened a little at his tone then her lips turned up into a half-smile. Im fine. Just a little shaken up. What are you doing here? I'm working at Titan Security, Seth explained. He wanted to touch her. He needed to feel her so he knew she was okay. He balled his hands into tight fists at his sides to stop himself from doing just that. His eyes scanned down her body trying to visually assess if she was in fact, all right. Small world, Alex said looking between Seth and Amber. His face breaking out into a slow smile. Seth raised his eyes to hers, remembering that was the first thing she had said to him at his homecoming party. She smiled a knowing smile, he assumed at the same memory. What happened? Seth asked. Ambers voice had an edge to it as she explained, Apparently, someone did all of this, she gestured around her shop, in the process of looking for my safe. I must have interrupted their search and they knocked me over the head with that ceramic vase. Seth was barely able to contain the anger he felt boiling inside of him. He would find who did this, and if they were lucky, he would just kill them. He asked tightly, Did you see who it was?

No, Amber said, seeming frustrated. Then her eyes narrowed as if a realization was dawning on her. But I did smell him. You what? both he and Alex asked at the same time. Yeah! Right before I got knocked on the head I smelled really bad B.O., Amber explained. Did you tell the police? Seth asked, knowing that any piece of information could help them find the assailant. No, I just remembered when you walked up, she said, her eyes darting away from his somewhat furtively, her expression taking on the barest hint of a guilty cast. Man, Bro, Alex slapped him on the back laughing, I think that means you need a shower. Or at least some better deodorant. I meant because he smells... Amber sighed in frustration as she looked at Alex before turning back to Seth, her beautiful hazel eyes meeting his as she stammered, I mean, you smell soum good andjust exactlyyou knowhow I remember. So that made me remember about the other smell. You need to tell the police what you remember. Seth motioned for a few officers that were speaking in low tones at the front door. The tall one came over. Seth stepped to the side and Amber told the young officer what she had just remembered. The officer knelt down and placed his hand on her knee asking her if that was all and giving her his card in case she remembered anything else or just wanted to talk. Seth, for one, certainly did want to have a little talk with him, and the subject of that talk would be the officer's much-too-friendly behavior. As they continued speaking, Seth looked around the store. It was pretty thoroughly tossed but he could see how amazing it must be when everything was in order. So this must be the business Amber owned. Alex leaned over to him whispering, She not only owns Bella. She designs most of the clothes that she carries here. It was unnerving the way his brothers kept reading his mind. Seth had never thought of himself as an open book type person. Usually people struggled to figure out what he was thinking or feeling. But it seemed that his brothers did not suffer with any such challenges. Cam entered the room, stepping over several piles of clothing that were strewn about the floor. The cameras are no good. They havent been operational for years. None of them work? Seth had noticed two cameras in the parking lot and there was one on a pole pointed directly at the front entrance. He looked down at Amber, interrupting her conversation with Officer Hands-On. Did you

know that they didnt work? Amber shrugged. I never really thought about it. Harpers Crossing is such a safe community. But it doesnt exactly surprise me, since I've been asking Mr. Cranston to fix the light in the back lot for over a year now and he still hasnt. I mean, it may be a safe town, but its still dark when the girls and I leave a lot of nights. Alright well, I'm taking off. Call if youd like an estimate, Cam said handing Amber his card. Then turning to Seth, Are you staying here with Haley? Seth knew he should leave. He should not get involved in this. He could tell himself that he was just staying to ensure his cousins safety, but he wasnt big on lying, especially to himself. Im staying, he said, staring directly at Amber. He saw her breath hitch at his statement. Alright, buddy, see you tomorrow. Cam winked at a female police officer as he left. Seth took a deep breath through his nose, then instructed Alex, Stay with her. As he walked to go check out the back lot he heard his brother say, Is it wrong that I want to tell him hes not the boss of me? He heard the girls laugh. Well, at least Alex was keeping them distracted from the break-in, even if it was at his expense.

Chapter Seven
Hows your head? Haley asked, her face etched with worry. Its feeling better, Amber tried to reassure her friend. She knew she wasnt doing that convincing of a job though. The truth was that she just wanted everyone to get out of Bella so she could clean up. It was driving her crazy that the store was such a mess. Plus, she needed to figure this out. Who would do this? Why? Was it random? It had to be. No one she knew would want to hurt her. Right? Amber reached down and rolled her gold bracelet around her wrist. She let the sensation of the ridges beneath her fingertips instantly cause a calm to wash over her. As soon as she touched the metal, it anchored her, made her feel more secure. Officer Williams came over, a serious expression on his face. Obviously we wont be able to pull any prints, since there are so many people in and out of here every day. Once you are able to go through your inventory and let us know what was stolen it may give us a clue. Amber once again scanned the room. No product was stolen. They damaged the cash drawer in the process of prying it open, but we dont keep cash in there when we're closed so they didnt get anything. And they never found the safe, so it's still intact. The officer raised his right eye brow. How can you be so sure that nothing was stolen? Haley chimed in, She has a photographic memory. Which, incidentally, makes her unbeatable at memory games. If you ever go to game night, make sure shes on your team. Amber knew Haley was trying to lighten the mood and she appreciated it. Do you have any disgruntled employees? Officer Williams was writing something down on his pad of paper. Amber was starting to get a little irritated. This was the third time she had been asked that question, No, I dont. But lets follow that theory for a moment, shall we? If it was a disgruntled employee dont you think they would have known I dont keep money in the cash drawer, not to mention exactly where the safe is? The officer seemed to ignore the irritation in Ambers tone, continuing, How about personally? An ex who feels like they have a score to settle, maybe? Seth chose this exact moment to reappear. Great. Just what she needed. No. No ex, she replied quickly and decisively. She wanted this line of questioning over as fast as possible. How about professionally? Any rival shops that would be upset at your success?

Seriously? He was really just grabbing at straws now. No, Amber answered curtly. Okay, well, here's my card in case you think of anything that could help. Lovely. She would just add that to the five other cards she'd been given. We're going to clear out of here now. Youll want to get that door fixed sooner rather than later. And I would recommend that you get some kind of a working security system in here, the officer said in a somewhat condescending tone. Yeah, ya think? Amber wasnt an idiot. She knew what needed to be done. Got it. Thanks. Amber smiled tightly at him. She knew that Officer Williams was just doing his job. It wasnt his fault her store looked like this. It wasnt his fault her head felt like this. He was just trying to help. As he moved away, letting everyone know to clear out, Amber looked up at Haley, Would you mind calling the locksmith before you go? Go? Im not going anywhere. I know you. There's no way youre going to leave with the shop looking like this. And if you know me, you know that there's no way you're cleaning it up alone. Amber warmed a little bit inside from the fierce protectiveness she heard in Haley's voice, even as she replied, Really, Hales. You don't have to. It's not your responsibility. Haley snorted, Responsibility my ass! We just love you! We? Oh, yeah, Haley replied brightly, Didn't I mention that part? Sophie and Katie were just waiting for me to give them the green light when the cops were gone. They're coming to help too, Haley said. Jason is sending someone over to fix the door and the light in the back. Seths deep voice resonated throughout her body, causing her to shiver. Damn. That voice. The voice that had haunted her for years. You called Jason? Amber asked looking up at him. Yes, he confirmed, his steel blue eyes laser focused on her. Amber wanted to argue with him, with everyone. She wanted to say that she could handle all the clean-up and repairs herself. But who was she kidding? Physically, she felt exhausted. Emotionally, she felt exhausted. Mentally, she felt exhausted. Normally in tough situations, she drew on her reserves of strength, but there was not an ounce of strength left in her reserves right now. Ambers fiercely independent spirit didnt make it easy for her to accept help from anyone, but on this occasion her logic overruled her spirit. She knew that sometimes she needed people, and luckily, she had made some really great friends who were willing to help out.

Thanks, guys, she said as she started to stand and begin cleaning up. As soon as she did, though, her head started pounding. Whoa, Alex said his arm coming around her as he guided her back to her chair. Why dont you let us handle the manual labor and you supervise from the chair. No, Im fine, really, she tried to argue. Accepting their help did not mean sitting idly by. Actually, youre white as a sheet and you need to sit down, Alex pointed out. Amber, she heard Seths deep voice and automatically her eyes shot up to meet his eyes. His expression did not leave any room for misinterpretation. The strength she saw in his crystal blue eyes took her breath away. The sheer power in his gaze was overwhelming andhot. It shot straight down to her core, causing a tingle low in her belly. She had always known how to pick her battles and she quickly determined that this one just wasn't worth the fight. Fine, she agreed as she felt a flush creep up her cheeks from the intensity of his stare. Seth nodded and then turned and began picking up her clothing racks and setting them upright. Alex bent down and whispered, Glad to see those baby blues put some color back in your cheeks. She sighed and narrowed her eyes at Alex. He just smiled happily as he moved to the front of the store and took his radio from his belt. He told whoever was on the other end of it that he was still at Bella. Alex had stayed even when the other firemen and paramedics had cleared her and taken off. He was a really good friend. Sophie and Katie arrived and she watched her friends working quickly and efficiently to put her store back together. She felt tears starting to form in her eyes as her chest tightened. She was so grateful to have such amazing people in her life. Her body was also very aware that Seth was there, not ever more than a few feet away from her. Seeing him here, in her shop, was odd, and yet it somehow felt completely right and natural at the same time. Maybe it was because she had daydreamed and fantasized about him for so long in so many varied scenarios that it didnt matter where he was or what he was doing, it was familiar to her minds eye. She tried not to stare. Not to watch his muscles bunch beneath his black t-shirt as he worked alongside his family. Not to drool at his perfect backside as he continually bent over. She didnt think she was doing a very good job at disguising her gawking, though, judging by the looks that Sophie, Katie and Haley were shooting her way. She really couldnt help it. She was just as drawn to him now as she had been the first night they met. Maybe even more so.

Her body wasnt the only thing she was having a hard time keeping in check. Her heart had skipped a beat when Seth had told Cam he was staying. Sure, part of her (the logical part) maintained that he was only doing what he was doing to help out Haley. That he had stayed and called Jason to ensure his cousins safety. But that rational part of her brain was being drowned out by the other portion that was screaming Did you see how he looked at you when he said Im staying.? Did you feel the electrified currents racing between you two? There was so much static electricity in the air she was surprised her hair wasnt standing straight up. He must have felt it too. You didnt generate that kind of chemistry if it was only onesided. Right? Okay, Jasons just about done with the front lock, Katie happily relayed, and I think we are just about done with the clean-up. Is there anything else you need done? Amber blinked as she looked around and could not believe what she saw. It was like nothing nefarious had ever happened here. Everything was back in its rightful place and she hadnt even directed anyone what to do. Probably picking up on the shocked expression Amber was sure she was wearing, Katie added, Sophie and Haley knew where everything went. Of course. Amber forgot sometimes just how well other people knew her store. It seemed so personal to her, but in reality, between the two of them Haley and Sophie had probably spent roughly as much time there as she had. Thanks, you guys, Ambers voice was a little shaky, so much. Do you have anyone to stay with you? Seth asked, his deep voice vibrating in the air. Ambers eyes darted up. Did he want to stay with her? Was he offering to? Wait. Did he feel some sort of obligation? Im fine. They said I dont have a concussion, she explained. Her palms grew moist and her heart began racing in her chest at the thought of Seth Sloan staying the night with her. Youre not going to be alone tonight. His jaw twitched as he made the statement. It was a little irritating that he would say something like that and not follow it up with So, hey, I can crash on your couch if you want. Even as that thought crossed her mind, she realized immediately that it was so not his style. But it was still annoying. Ill be fine, Seth. She spoke the words through clenched teeth. She saw a flash of heat cross his eyes. She wasnt 100% sure but she thought his response might have been caused by her saying his name. That thought made her happy. Really happy.

She looked at Seth. He, on the other hand, did not seem so happy. Alex jumped in, Look, she lives in the adjoining duplex to Jamie and Joey. I was already planning on spending the night there tonight. Ill be right next door. Im fine. I dont need a babysitter. Even as the words left Ambers mouth she could hear how childish they sounded. Seth stared at her. She couldnt tell what he was thinking or feeling. She had never met anyone who seemed as singularly unaffected by long silences as Seth Sloan was. Long pauses had always felt awkward to her, she had always wanted to fill them and make things more comfortable. But around Seth, she mainly just wanted to remain quiet so she could wait and see what he would say next. Fine, Seth said sharply. Then he turned to his brother and communicated something with his stare. Alex nodded and Seth was out the door. No goodbye. No see ya around. No catch you later. Just gone. Ambers heart sank. Why would he not even say goodbye? Then she realized that her departures around him had (historically) been just as abrupt, if not more so. She hadnt realized what it felt like to be on the receiving end of this scenario. It didnt feel good. Not at all.

Chapter Eight
Seth walked down the brightly lit hospital hall with purpose. It was official. He was an uncle. Even though he had known for months now that he would be, the fact that his niece was here affected him in ways he hadnt been expecting. When Riley had called a couple of hours ago and let him know that 6 lb, 21-inch Mya Rachelle Sloan was here and healthy, Seth had wanted to leave work, drop everything and go see her. His brother had told him that they needed to clean Mya up and run some standard tests so it would be a couple hours still before she was ready for guests. As he turned the corner to the waiting area, he saw his brothers Alex, Bobby, and Jason standing with their significant others Jamie, Sophie, and Katie. His dad Bob was also there, smiling from ear to ear. They all said their hellos and Seth took a seat next to his dad. Hey, Pop, you seen your granddaughter yet? Seth saw his fathers eyes fill with moisture as he nodded, his voice tinged with awe, Shes so beautiful. She really is, Katie confirmed happily. Jamie, his brother Alexs new fianc, added, Yep. Shes perfect. Alex pulled his bride-to-be onto his lap, whispered something in her ear that made her blush, and kissed her. Seth looked around and felt a warm glow of satisfaction spread through his chest. All of his brothers seemed happier than he ever imagined they would be, what with all they had experienced together in their childhood. They didnt seem damaged or traumatized. They were all in healthy, happy relationships. It made him wonder if he was the only one with lingering effects from what they had gone through with their mom; both when she was alive, and then the abandonment of ultimately losing her. Was he the only one incapable of that kind of happiness? Logically, he supposed it would make sense after all, he was the oldest. Seth remembered his mom before she had gotten really sick. He had taken it personally when she had left when he was ten. Then, when she had overdosed four years later, he had been devastated. His dad had been a wreck. Seth's dad had loved his mom fiercely, completely. Seeing his brothers with their wives and fianc reminded Seth of how his dad had been with his mom. She was his everything. His whole world had revolved around her. Seth knew he could never love someone like that. He had seen what the aftereffects were when things went wrong. He had seen it almost destroy his indestructible father. Right after Jason, his middle brother, was born his mom had gotten sick. She wouldnt get out

of bed for days at a time. She cried a lot. At the time he had blamed his dad for not taking good enough care of her. For not making her better. Making her happy. At four, he really didnt understand what was going on. He remembered that his Aunt Sandy (who hadnt had his cousins Haley, Becca, Krista or Jessie yet) would come over and take care of him, two-year-old Riley, and baby Jason. Aunt Sandy would try to keep them quiet so his mom could rest. It had taken a year for his mom to get better that time. He remembered that she was just getting back to herself when Seth had started kindergarten at age five. But then she had gotten pregnant with Alex and the cycle had started all over again. This time it was even worse than the first. Alex was only a year old, and their mother not yet fully recovered, when she had gotten pregnant with Bobby. That was the beginning of the end. Once she had had Bobby, her good days were few and far between. His mom left when Bobby was two, Alex was four, Jason was six, Riley was eight and Seth was ten. In her absence, their dad had done his best to raise his five sons. Seth shook his head. He and Riley sure hadnt made it easy on him. Jason was always a good kid, mature for his age and didnt get into too much trouble. He helped out a lot with Alex and Bobby when Riley and Seth were running the streets, up to no good. During the four years his mom was gone, in and out of treatment centers and hospitals, but before her overdose, Seth had always held out hope that she would come home. That she would be how she had been before Jason was born. He was just a kid and didnt fully understand how bad her disease truly was, or the ramifications of the fact that she didnt like to take her medication. To this day he still missed her. Every day he missed her. Just got a text from Amber, she should be by any minute, Katie announced, instantly drawing Seth out of his melancholy thoughts. I thought coming and seeing the baby would be a nice distraction from the break-in. As he scanned the room, all eyes appeared to be on him. He wasnt sure what they were waiting for him to say, but they were going to be waiting awhile. He didnt have anything to say on that subject, and Seth made it a practice not to say anything at all unless he had something of value to contribute. Has anyone heard if they are any closer to finding who trashed her shop and knocked her out? Sophie asked the room at large. Hearing the words knocked her out started Seths blood boiling. He hated how helpless he had felt walking in and seeing Amber grimacing in pain, an ice pack pressed to her head. He had wanted so badly to pull her in his arms. He had needed to feel her heart beating against his so that he knew she was alive, that she was okay.

As far as I know, with no eye witnesses and no surveillance footage, all leads have pretty much dried up, Alex said. Have you seen her? Bobby asked Seth, his tone making the question sound dangerously close to an accusation. The room grew quiet waiting for Seths response. He could sense Sophie and Katie waiting with bated breath for his response. Again, Seth thought, they were going to be waiting a while. Wow, everybodys here. Amber stood in the doorway of the waiting room. Seth looked up at her and he felt the same way he did every time he saw her. Wrecked. She was just too beautiful. Too sexy. Too stunning. Her dark hair hung loosely around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly, complementing her flawless olive skin. Long, full lashes outlined her huge hazel eyes. Her full red lips balanced out her large eyes, creating an enticing symmetry that uniquely set her apart from anyone he had ever met. Everyone spoke at once, greeting her and asking her how she was doing. Seth remained quiet. His dad got up and moved over to sit beside Jason, asking him about an account that Jason had just landed for Sloan Construction, leaving the seat right beside Seth's as the only chair available. He didnt think his dad had done that on purpose. Had he? The entire room seemed to be caught up in their own little conversations. The only two people not speaking were himself and Amber. Hi, Seth, her soft voice rolled over him like a sensual wave. He loved hearing the sound of his name on her lips. He had waited so many years for that to happen and now every time she said his name, even in general conversation, a primal feeling welled up inside of him. Hows your head? he asked. She had seemed to be in quite a bit of pain the last time he had seen her. He had been worried about her the last two days. Better. The bumps almost gone. She reached up and placed her long slender fingers in her hair rubbing up and down. She lowered her eyes and tilted her head towards him. See, feel - the bump is barely there. His hand instinctually moved, reaching for her, before he had even made a conscious decision to do so. The moment his fingers touched the silky softness of her hair he remembered what it had felt like when he had gripped it, hard, his hand wrapping around it in a fist as he drove inside of her. He tried to push that memory down as his fingertips grazed over her scalp. There was a slight bump there. He hadnt felt it a couple of days ago but it did seem small now. He let his hand linger there, lightly brushing over it. Her eyes lifted to meet his as she breathed, See? Being this close to her was dangerous. His fingers continued to softly stroke her scalp as she

stared into his eyes. He felt himself moving closer and closer to her. Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath. He could hear his heart pounding in his head. Here she is, Riley announced proudly, standing in the doorway and holding a tiny bundle of blankets. The interruption caused Riley to snap out of whatever had come over him. Was he really about to kiss Amber? In the waiting room? In front of his whole family? He glanced over at Ambers chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace than normal and he knew the answer wasyes. Yes, he would have absolutely done just that if Riley had not come in. Damn, she was just too potent. If he was near her, he didnt seem to have the ability to maintain control. He needed to stay away from her. Distance. That was his only option.

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Amber was desperately trying to get her breathing to slow down as everyone jumped from their seats to go look at baby Mya. Well everyone except Seth, of course, who had risen no more quickly than normal. Seriously, you just could not rush that guy! Standing up, Amber quickly realized her legs were a little shaky, no doubt due to the fact that Seth had just touched her. It didnt matter that where he had touched her was completely innocent. It didnt matter that his whole family had been in the room. It didnt matter that it had only been for a brief moment. The second she felt the contact of his fingers, her body had come alive. Alive with passion, desire, and lust. Not exactly the top three things you want to be feeling as you wait in a small, confined, crowded room with the person inspiring those inappropriate feelings and their entire family. She had only herself to blame since she had been the one to initiate the contact. She had naively assumed that she could handle a brush of his fingers against her scalp with some class, maybe even a little dignity. Instead, she had gotten more than a little turned on and started panting like a dog. Well done, Amber, she thought to herself. Well. Freaking. Done. She moved beside Katie, who was holding the tiny bundle wrapped in blankets. Katie could not look happier as she cooed and made kissing noises down at baby Mya. Amber looked over Katies shoulder and spied the most perfect, beautiful baby girl she had ever seen. Katie passed the baby along to Jason, who looked prouder than a peacock. Jason, in turn, passed her to Bobby, who smiled lovingly down at his baby niece before handing baby Mya to Seth.

As soon as Seth took the baby in his arms, his face broke out into a huge smile and Amber almost stumbled back from the power of it. It was as if the heavens opened and a light shone down on his strong profile. She could practically hear angels singing. Watching him, holding his niece and smiling, was a glorious sight. She couldnt believe that, before this moment, she had never seen Seth smile. The night they had met had beenintense. There wasnt a ton of smiling (other than her nervous ones) going on. Even before they had gone up to his room, the situation had not been a happy one. Once they had arrived upstairs, well...even 'intense' seemed like a mild description of the atmosphere in the room. Seth looked up at Riley and asked, How is Chelle feeling? Seths deep timbre sent a shiver dancing down her spine. Before Seth, she could honestly say that a voice had never turned her on. After Seth, she could not make that claim. Good, just a little tired. She wants to see you, Katie. Eddie is in with her now, so as soon as he leaves, you can go on and head back there. Eddie was Chelles brother and Rileys best friend. Amber remembered he hadnt been thrilled to find out that Chelle and Riley had hooked up, but he quickly got on board when he saw how much Riley loved his sister and how happy he made her. Amber was glad it had all worked out. Seth looked up at Amber, his smile still in place. Whoa, he had dimples. Incredibly sexy dimples. Her knees felt even weaker at the sight. Do you want to hold her? his baritone voice hit her square in the chest. Amber nodded as she squeaked out, Just let me sit down. As soon as her butt hit the chair she reached out and Seth placed baby Mya in her arms. Looking down at her perfect little lips, her chubby little cheeks, and her long dark lashes Amber felt herself begin to tear up. Even the weight of Mya in her arms felt perfect. She sniffed, She is perfect. She is. Shes beautiful just like her mama, Riley said proudly. Eddie came around the corner, Let me say goodbye to my niece before I go get her cousin to come and meet her. Ooh goodie youre out! Im gonna go see Chelle. Katie clapped her hands happily as she headed out to go see her best friend. Amber stood and handed the tiny baby to her Uncle Eddie. Looking around the room she was taken aback for a moment at the sheer amount of testosterone in the small, confined space. Man with five uncles like these, no guy had a chance with this little girl. With Katie, who had invited her, gone, Amber suddenly felt a little like an outsider. Everyone else here was family. She decided that now that she had seen baby Mya she would take off. She grabbed her purse and gave Riley a hug, congratulating him and asking him to send her love to Chelle.

Then she said a general goodbye to the whole room. But before she slipped out she turned back to Seth and smiled. Bye, Seth, it was good seeing you. He looked almost stunned at her words. He stared for a few moments before a slow smile spread across his face. You, too. She turned and headed down the hall. Her mind kept repeating one thought. Damn, he has dimples. He has dimples!

Chapter Nine
Amber sat in her car outside Jason and Katies house and ran her hands down the bodice of her dress. She was dressed a little fancier than she had originally thought she would be. She had planned on wearing slacks, but instead had chosen a wrap dress in a deep caramel shade that perfectly matched her eyes. It hugged her upper body and flared at her hips. She paired it with her knee-high black high-heeled boots and simple gold jewelry. She had blown out her hair and straight ironed it. Then she had spent over a half an hour meticulously applying her make-up. She didnt think she had ever spent so much time getting ready for a Thanksgiving dinner before. But, since she knew Seth was going to be here, she decided that she wanted to put in the time to look her best. This week had been crazy. With the break-in, Chelle having baby Mya, and - of course -the return of Seth (aka her Mystery Man) she had barely had time to catch her breath. She had, however, made a decision. Since she had seen Seth two days ago in the hospital, she had decided that life was too short not to go after what you want - and she wanted was to see where things could go with Seth. Amber had noticed Seths motorcycle parked beside Jasons truck as soon as she had driven up. Glancing between the house and the bike an almost giddy sensation filled her because she knew that Seth was inside that house. It may have taken her a little bit to come to terms with the arrival of her Mystery Man, but she was going to take the positive route and solely look at it as an opportunity. It was go time. Her hands shook as she picked up her store-bought pumpkin pie. She hadnt had time to make anything from scratch, not that she would have, even if she had had the opportunity. Amber had always assessed her own strengths and weaknesses without judgment, and baking was not one of her strengths. As soon as she stepped up to the front door it swung open. Sophies grandfather, Grandpa J, opened it as he whistled loudly, Well, now, dont you look just as good as you can. Amber smiled and hugged him tightly. She loved Grandpa J, or as the boys all called him The Colonel. She hadnt lived in Harpers Crossing that long when she had lost her brother Aaron. Grandpa J had run into her at the grocery store right after she had heard the news and he had pulled her into his arms and let her cry for at least an hour, maybe even two. He had made sure to stop by and check on her a couple of times a week that first year after Aaron was killed. He took her out on breakfast dates and would ask her questions about Aaron. He gave her the opportunity to mourn her brother. She would never forget it. Hows my girl? he asked as he hugged her tightly. Good, Grandpa J. Im good. She smiled as he pulled back and took the pie from her hands.

Pumpkin, my favorite, he said as he headed to the large table that was set out in the middle of the room. It looked to be overflowing with a dish of deviled eggs, a vegetable tray, chips, brownies (hopefully Jamies, Amber thought, because she makes ah-may-zing brownies), and several pies. She said her hellos to everyone in the front room. The crowd was pretty evenly dispersed between the big screen TV that had a football game on and the pool table in the garage. She immediately took note that Seth was out playing pool in the garage with his brothers. He looked insanely gorgeous. He was wearing dark wash jeans and a V-neck black sweater with a white t-shirt underneath. Her entire body tingled with excitement at just the merest glimpse of him. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose and she could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage. She needed a moment to pull it together. Glancing around, she didnt see any of the girls, so she figured they were in the kitchen. Amber decided she would go see if she could help with anything. Hopefully that would distract her mind and give her a chance to regroup. Pushing through the white wooden swinging door that separated the front room from the kitchen she found Katie, Jamie, Sophie, Haley and Katies mom Pam and Aunt Wendy all bustling around. The second she walked in she was hit with the most amazing smells of vanilla, cinnamon and spice, turkey, gravy and fresh bread. She inhaled deeply and her stomach growled. Wow, you look hot! Katie exclaimed as Amber walked up to the kitchen island. Sophie looked up from peeling potatoes and her mouth dropped open, Dang! Sexy mama! Amber had spent extra time on her appearance, but she had not expected this kind of attention. Amber ran her hands down her sides. Its from my new dress line. Jamie looked up from chopping onions. You look incredible! I want one in blue. I love it! I want one in red, Katie said as she moved to the oven holding a turkey baster in her hand. Done and done, Amber smiled. She loved seeing her friends wearing her own designs. She had gotten a rush the few times she had had runway shows. Of course. It was exciting when professional models were draped in your creations. But her favorite thing in the whole world was seeing the practical, everyday wear of her clothing line. That she could make women feel sexy and make clothes wearable was her greatest thrill. She moved beside Pam, Katies mom, and sat on one of the empty barstools at the kitchen island, What can I help with? Ooh more hands, great! Lets see, how good are you at mashing? Pam was already grabbing a

potato masher from the utensil drawer and pushing a bowl of boiled potatoes in front of her. I can mash with the best of them, Amber smiled as she went to work on the spuds. So will your mom be joining us this year? Pam asked with a friendly smile on her face. No. Not this year, Amber tried not to let the disappointment bleed through in her tone. Last year Susan, Ambers mom, had been thirty days sober and had driven up to Harpers Crossing and surprised Amber on Thanksgiving. It had been a great day. They had gone to Bobby and Sophies house. The then newly-married couple was hosting their first holiday gathering in their new house. Ambers mom had met all of Ambers friends and she had seemed to have a really good time. It had gone so well, in fact, that Amber had done something that she never didshe had gotten her hopes up. She had really let herself believe that it was going to be different that time. That her mom was on the road to a full recovery. Sadly, by Christmas her hopes were smashed to smithereens when she received a collect phone call from a police station in Chicago. Her mom had gotten a DUI and she wanted Amber to come and bail her out. Which she did. She had also immediately driven her to a rehab facility, one that, by New Years Day, Susan had checked herself out of. Hows she doing? Pams brow furrowed in concern. Amber just shrugged, she could feel tears starting to form in her bottom lids. She sniffed as she wiped under her eyes with her wrist. Oh sweetie, Im so sorry. If you need anything, you just let me know. Pam patted her back gently. Thanks. Amber really loved Pam. She was so solid, so steady. Soooo, Katie pulled up a barstool and began cutting what looked like banana bread, any news on the Seth front? Nope. Amber had hoped there would be soon, but as of right this minuteno news. I noticed you guys getting cozy in the waiting room, Katie sing-songed happily. Then she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, For a second there, I thought he was going to kiss you. Amber kept her head down and continued mashing. She had never understood it when celebrities would release a statement saying no comment. In fact, it had always irritated her. She was a logical person and she figured that - it was their lives - so they must have a comment. But now she totally got the whole no comment thing. I see you blushing, Katie said proudly as she pointed at Amber, Shakiras hips dont lie and neither do your cheeks. The oven timer dinged before Amber had a chance to come up with a witty comeback. Probably for the best. She really didnt think her wit could rise above the nerves that were currently spread

through her entire body. Katie pulled out a huge, delicious-smelling turkey and Ambers stomach growled once again. She hadnt meant to skip breakfast, it had just sort of worked out that way. Her morning had been hectic, getting ready for the big Black Friday sale tomorrow at Bella. She had needed to rush to jump in the shower and get ready. And she wasn't done yet, she would be heading back there right after dinner to finish up. Amber really did love owning her own business. She wouldnt trade it for anything. Still, it did come with a lot of responsibility, and it was definitely not a nine-to-five type of a gig. Alright! We are ready to get everything out to the table and start the feast, Katie was through the door and heading to the dining room. If you could just fill up all of these, Pam motioned to the serving dishes, then we will take them out. Got it. Amber smiled as she grabbed the creamed peas off the stove and poured them into the first dish. She missed her brother more than ever around the holidays but she was glad that she had her Harpers Crossing family. Even if they technically werent her blood relatives, they were the best family a girl could have.

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Katie called everyone to dinner and Seth came in from the garage with his brothers Riley, Jason, Alex and Bobby. Man, it was great just hanging out with them. He hadnt spent that much time with them all together since he had been back in town. Well, except the breakfast at Gerards, but that didn't really count. They hadnt gotton much of a chance to catch up during that meal since it had played out more like he was a guest on a bad episode of The View, with Jason playing the part of Barbara Walters. When he stepped inside the dining room and saw the spread that Katie had laid out, he honestly couldnt believe it. There was everything you could possibly imagine having for a Thanksgiving meal. The long, buffet-style table against the far wall was overflowing with turkey, ham, rolls, corn, creamed peas, stuffing, mashed potatoes and on and on. This was the first holiday that he would be spending with his family in fifteen years. Last time he had spent Thanksgiving with his family it had just been his dad, brothers, cousins, and Aunt Sandy and Uncle Pete. He had thought it was a crowded group then. Now, with his brothers all starting

families of their own, the group had grown exponentially larger. He wasnt a huge fan of crowds. The Marine shrink he had seen a total of one time had told him that reaction was to be expected with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), which Seth had been diagnosed with after his last tour of duty. It was during that same deployment that he had been shot, causing the nerve damage that ended his career. The noise level in a crowd this size was significant. Everyone was moving around, getting in line to dish up their food, calling their seats at the large dining room table. Between the activity and the volume, he was starting to feel uncomfortable. Claustrophobic. Seths heart began beating fast. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, it started to feel like the walls were closing in on him. His breathing was becoming labored. Seth needed a minute to catch his breath. He decided he would slip into the kitchen and wash up. As he pushed through the wooden swinging door, his already rapidly beating heart picked up speed, drastically. But not because of panic. His racing heart now had nothing to do with his PTSD and everything to do with the person he saw in front of him. Amber stood stock still, holding what looked like a large bowl of sweet potatoes in her hands. She had stopped dead in her tracks at his arrival. She looked frozen in place. He hadnt known she would be coming today. For the last two days he had fought the urge to drive by her shop and check on her. He had wanted tobadly. But he hadnt. Since he had decided to stay away from her when had seen her in the hospital after baby Mya was born, he had been following through with that decision, no matter the emotional cost. But now, here she was. Standing in front of him. At Thanksgiving dinner. Her dark, shiny hair fell over her shoulder. Her skin was flush, probably from the heat in the kitchen. She stared up at him and her intoxicating hazel eyes looked even larger than normal. Her plump, full lips glistened with what Seth assumed was some sort of gloss. The sexy shine made Seth want to suck it off of her lips. And all of that was just from the neck up. Below that, her dress wasincredible. The shade might look plain on someone else but on Amber it perfectly complimented her dusky, smooth skintone and shining dark locks. The low-cut V in the front showed off more than an eyeful of cleavage. As his eyes traveled along the seam to point where the fabric connected in the center of her full chest, a memory flashed in his mind. He saw a clear mental image of himself running his tongue slowly between her breasts. Even now, eight years after the fact he could almost feel the sides of her soft mounds brushing across his cheek as he had licked across the bottom crease of her breast and up the center of her chest, all the way to the base of her neck. His mouth watered at the sensual memory. I like your dress. Need radiated tightly through his body as awareness spread through him.

Ambers eyes widened at his statement. Her mouth twitched then one side turned up in a half grin. She took a deep breath and with a shaky voice she said, No 'Hi, how are you?' Just straight to the dress, huh? He grinned. She was kind of a smart ass. He liked that. A lot. He lowered his head slightly. Hi. Her eyes twinkled as she breathed, Hi. How are you? He asked forcibly maintaining a tight hold on his desire, keeping it reined in. Good, she replied, her breathing coming in shorter pants. He brushed a strand of hair that had fallen in her eye off of her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. His fingers lingered for just a moment, lightly touching the soft skin right below her ear. He remembered how her body had responded when he had kissed her there. He wanted to lower his mouth and press his lips to that sweet spot. He saw her chest rising and falling rapidly, drawing his attention back down. I still like your dress. He dropped his hand back down to his side before he did something stupid. Like back her up against the wall and kiss her. Hard. His pants were growing tighter by the second. He had come in here to catch his breath, but what he saw before him had literally taken what breath he had left away. He felt movement behind him and he realized it was the door swinging open. He quickly moved out of the way and saw his sister-in-law Katies profile as she stepped in and reached for the ceramic bowl of potatoes in Ambers shaking hands. Hey beautiful, just coming to get Katies head turned as she noticed Seth standing to the side. Her eyes darted several times between Seth and Amber, the sweet potatoes. Katie held the white bowl up as she backed out of the kitchen, a knowing smile spreading across her face. When the door swung shut Ambers sultry eyes met his again and the need and desire that had been flowing through him began raging like a fiery inferno. Amber had a power over him that no one else had ever possessed. Just her simple presence in a room created an urgency inside of his body that only she had ever stirred. Seth had never been a big fan of one night stands, and not because of any moral objection. Mainly it was for the simple reason that he needed complete control in the bedroom, so whoever he was with had to feel utterly safe with him. Normally, that kind of trust couldn't be established in the span of a few hours. With Amber, however, it had, in fact, an innate, organic trust had formed in a span of less than one hour. Although she had been the one to initiate their first kiss, he had almost immediately taken

over and she had willingly let him take the lead. Her body had instantly responded to his as if they had been lovers for years. Seth didnt believe in soul mates, but if he did, he would definitely maintain that he had met his that night eight years ago. Now, he noticed Amber rolling the delicate bracelet she wore on her left wrist. He remembered the way it had felt scraping lightly against his skin as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and back. He remembered feeling it beneath his lips as he had kissed her wrist before holding them tightly above her head. I remember that bracelet, he heard himself say. Seth...Ium Amber swallowed hard and licked her lips. What? He needed to hear what she had to say. He had no idea what it was going to be, but he needed to hear it. I justI need to Her stomach growled loudly and her hands flew to her cover her stomach. Her eyes flew up to his in shock. Eat? He smiled finishing her sentence. Apparently. She laughed as she shook her head. Damn, even her laugh was sexy. Which was not helping the hard-on he was sporting. He pushed open the door, Ill meet you out there. He needed a moment. Okay. She smiled and as she walked past him out the door her hand brushed his and the feather light touch shot like lightening straight to his groin. The door swung shut and he leaned back against the counter. Avoidance no longer seemed like it was going to be a viable option in dealing with Amber. Shit, he was going to have to come up with a new plan.

Chapter Ten
Amber could not stop yawning as she worked on marking all of the tags for the big sale tomorrow. She knew that it had been scientifically proven that the tryptophan in the turkey had no bearing on your alertness. But she also knew that it made her sleepy every time she ate it. So her logical conclusion had been; it was the turkey. She looked up at the round clock hanging on the wall as she stretched her hands over her head. It read ten-fifteen pm. She still had quite a bit of work to do, but she was happy that she had decided to take the extra fifteen minutes to stop by her house to change before coming down to the store. She was a heck of a lot more cozy and warm in her sweats and Ugg boots than she had been in her wrap dress and high heeled boots. But, good lord, her earlier attire had certainly caused the desired reaction in one Mr. Seth Sloan. She let a small, sly smile creep onto her face. Amber thought that caramel colored wrap dress may just be her new favorite. Seths initial response to seeing her could not have been more perfect, and then all through dinner she kept catching him staring at her from across the large dinner table. At first, she had been disappointed that there weren't two seats beside each other. After their interaction in the kitchen, she had been hoping dinnertime would be filled with accidental brushes and maybe even inside jokes between the two of them. Flirty banter she could definitely do. She had planned on having some serious bonding time. As it turned out, by the time she had made it to the table, the only two available seats were directly opposite one another. It had worked out just fine, though, because the distance had almost felt to her at least like foreplay. His stare was one of the sexiest things Amber had ever been on the receiving end of. When he looked at her, it felt as though she was all he could see. Several times, other people would be talking to him and, although they continued to speak, his eyes never wavered from hers. He definitely did not suffer from the need to uphold social graces. He was raw. He was real. He was hot. She had made sure to say goodbye specifically to him when she left. If she wasnt mistaken a look of disappointment had flashed across his face when she had told him she was taking off. Okay, that was probably just wishful thinking on her partbut still. Her phone rang. She pulled it out of her sweats pocket. Her mom. She took a deep breath and pressed the answer icon. Happy Thanksgiving, Mom. She figured might as well remind her mother of the day in case she was so trashed she had forgotten. Happy Thanksgiving, Sweetie. Surprisingly, her mom did not sound drunk or high. She

soundedsad. Where are you? Amber felt a need to see her mom, well up inside of her. Nowhere, her moms voice sounded quiet, reserved. Okay, that was not an answer. Mom, are you okay? Ambers heart started beating rapidly. Her mom sounded subdued, distant. Amber did not like this. The only other time she had heard her mom sound like this was a month after they had lost Aaron, and that had ended with her mom landing in the ER and then the psych ward after a suicide attempt. Im fine, Sweetie. I just miss you. And Aaron. Tears filled Ambers eyes. I miss you too, mom. And I miss Aaron so much. Do you remember when you were probably around twelve and we were in...oh, Iowa I think, and we burned the turkey And ended up going to the grocery store and getting TV dinners, Amber interrupted, laughing at the memory. That was the best Thanksgiving ever. It was, right?! her mom agreed, her tone sounding a little more upbeat. I remember you standing in the frozen food aisle in Fareways, hands on your hips, steaming mad at Aaron because he didnt want to get the turkey TV dinner. He wanted Salisbury steak! they both said loudly in unison. Her mom continued chuckling, I have to admit that I really wanted the fried chicken meal, but I was scared I would scar you for life if I didnt pick the turkey. Youre right, it probably would have traumatized me, Amber laughed in agreement. It was Thanksgiving and I thought we should be eating turkey. There was a moment of silence on the line and Amber continued, Then we stayed up playing Monopoly and Clue and we all fell asleep on the couch watching Fletch. It was his favorite movie, her moms voice cracked. It was. Amber felt tears falling down her cheeks remembering her brothers laugh as he watched Chevy Chase in all of those ridiculous costumes and situations. I still watch it sometimes, her mother sounded sobroken, and alone. Amber could barely get the words out, So do I. She heard her mom take a deep breath. Sweetie, I am so sorry I havent been there for you. She loved her mom so much. She knew that what she was dealing with was an illness. She didnt want her to feel bad or guilty because of it. Its fine, mom, Amber said trying to hold back the tears. Its not fine. And I know that an apology does not make everything better. But I just want you to know that I love you so much, Sweetie. You are my princess. Her mom sounded stronger than

Amber had heard her in a long time. I love you too, Mom. Amber couldnt stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Then she heard a loud slam on the other end of the line. Who is that, Susan? Who are you talking to? A gruff voice yelled in the background. The line went dead.

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Seths jaw ticked and he flexed his hands as he stood behind Amber. His body was wound tight, but not with need. He was on full alert. As soon as he had driven into the back lot to install security cameras he had noticed two things. One: Ambers white Prius was parked beside the back entrance of Bella. Two: The back door to the building was slightly ajar. Visions of her lying unconscious - or worse - had immediately popped into his head. He had come in through the back entrance and made his way through the beaded curtain without her ever being aware of his presence. Logically, he knew that since he was trained and specialized in extractions, he could get into almost any structure undetected. But, honestly, anyone could have gotten in without Amber knowing. It was late. She was alone. There was a break-in just a few days ago. What the hell was she thinking? Amber, he barked. She jumped, screamed and clutched her chest as she spun around. Her eyes were wild with fear. He saw the exact moment she recognized him, Oh my God! You scared me! What are you doing? he asked through clenched teeth. He could feel the anger radiating off of him in powerful waves. He didnt feel like this often, but the few times he had, the people on the receiving end of his mood looked scared and nervous. They cowed or at the very least flinched when he spoke to them angrily. Not Amber. She seemed pissed. Her brow furrowed and she shook her head with indignation. What are you doing? Installing security cameras, his tone remained harsh with anger. He really didnt give a damn. Cranston agreed to pay for those? she sounded genuinely shocked.

No, he replied. His fury beginning to dissipate. He had been told once by The Colonel when he was a teenager that anger was really just a byproduct of fear or hurt. He hadnt believed him at the time. He hadnt had an aha moment, as his cousins (who were obsessed with Oprah) always claimed they had. As an adult, though, he was beginning to see the wisdom in that statement. He had been terrified that something had happened to her. Now that he saw she was okay, he was still mad, but not furious. How much is this going to cost me? she asked distractedly. She didnt seem like herself. Seth had heard her talking when he came through the back door. It had sounded to him like she was upset. The sound of her distraught tone had only added to his panic. Now he saw that she held her phone in her hand and her eyes definitely showed signs that she had in fact been crying. Whats wrong? he asked bluntly. She just stared at him. He nodded his head down to the phone she was holding in her hand. Amber waved her hand dismissively, Nothing. In contrast to the words she had just spoken, her body language screamed that it was, in fact, something. He wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms. To hold her until whatever was troubling her disappeared from her mind. He was filled with the desire to offer comfort and security. Not in any kind of a sexual way, purely as emotional support. And that scared the shit out of him. The plan to keep his distance was looking better and better all the time. She seemed fragile and vulnerable and it caused him to want things he had no business wanting. He was fucked up. He knew it. Not just physically, but mentally. For the past year or so he had not felt like himself. Maybe it was the PTSD. Or it could have been that all the things he had seen and done in his time in the military were catching up to him. A strong argument could also be made that he was still messed up from all the shit he had gone through with his mom. Seth had never had a serious relationship. He had had casual ones with women that knew what he had to offer, which wasnt a whole lot. He had always made it clear to women that he would not be taking any relationship to that 'next level.' Some women had dealt well with those terms, some women thought they could convince him otherwise. When they realized they couldnt, and it had inevitably had a messy ending, it never bothered him. In his military career, he was gone for such long periods at a time and moved around so much that he could just move on. What he felt for Amber was more than he had ever felt for another person, but that didnt change who he was. He couldnt give her everything, and she deserved everything.

How much? she repeated her question, pulling him out of his reflective thoughts. Nothing, he answered. Well whos paying- realization dawned on her. She firmly stated, No. Absolutely not. You are not paying for this. She stood in front of him, arms crossed her brows raised expectantly as if she was waiting for some kind of a response from him. Well, she could wait all night if she wanted to, but this wasnt up for discussion. The security system was going in. It was non-negotiable. When he remained silent, she stubbornly added, I wont approve the work order. Cranston approved it, he explained. He knew she understood that she didnt have a leg to stand on, because - although she leased the retail space - Cranston owned the building. Honestly, Seth was pissed that it had taken the old man two days to reply to his request. He had just needed Cranston to sign off on the work. He hadnt asked for a dime from the stingy SOB. Seth had wanted to do this install the night of the break-in and had immediately contacted Cranston, submitting a work proposal. He hadnt heard anything back from him until about an hour ago. He had still been at Jason and Katies for Thanksgiving when he received the approval via email. He had immediately taken off so he could come and install the cameras and high tech security system. Amber closed her eyes and took in a deep steady breath. When she opened them, she said begrudgingly, Fine. With that agreement, she turned to go back to what he assumed she had been doing here in the first place. She was using what looked like a pricing gun and marking the tags on a rack of clothing. Amber. She turned her head looking over her shoulder. Lock. Your. Doors. He formed the sentence slowly, with an emphasis on each word. Her golden eyes silently communicated the same words he had heard from his brothers growing up: Youre not the boss of me. He half expected her to cross her arms and stomp her feet. Instead her lips pursed and she exhaled through her nose loudly before turning back around on her heel and acting as if he didnt exist. Seth headed to the back to install the cameras. She could pout and ignore him all she wanted, but she damn sure better lock her doors from now on. That point was also not negotiable.

Chapter Eleven
Ambers entire body ached as she stepped out of her car at the Harpers Crossing Womens Shelter. It was a crisp November day and the wind whipped across her face as she slowly made her way across the large parking lot. She was glad she had chosen to wear gloves and a beanie for this errand. After she dropped off the gift cards the ones she hadnt been able to give the director on the fifteenth when she had overslept - she planned on going straight home to bed. She didnt plan on resurfacing for at least twenty-four hours. The Black Friday sale the day before had gone even better than she had hoped. It had been busy. Crazy busy. She didnt think she stopped moving for the entire fourteen hours Bella had been open. Amber had gotten a few hours of shut-eye after the sale had ended and before she had to be back at the store to open this morning, but it hadnt made up for the completely sleepless night she had suffered through the night before last. After Seth had scared the living daylights out of her, she had not been the most gracious when he informed her (rudely, but still) that he would be installing security cameras. He had stayed until she left at two forty-five a.m. They hadnt spoken again. He had seemed mad and she hadnt felt like putting forth the effort. Getting Seth to talk was akin to pulling teeth and she hadnt been in the mood to perform an extraction. Then, after she had gotten home, she had laid in her bed and tossed and turned. Seth had done something nice for her, which didnt happen to Amber all that often. But she had still gotten mad at him. She should have graciously thanked him. But she couldn't help it! His demeanor tended to frustrate her and completely turn her on, in equal measure. She was confused by the enigma that was Seth Sloan. She wasnt sure what his deal was. Over the past week his behavior had definitely been giving her mixed signals. Sometimes he seemed like he was interested in her. Other times he seemed like he was indifferent towards her. His eyes looked at her one minute like she was everything in his world, and then just like that, they morphed into a cold-detached-distant gaze that seemed completely impersonal. Amber had always known where she stood with men. She had never taken their interest in her, or in rare cases lack of interest in her, to heart. She was a practical, pragmatic girl. Normally, she was motivated by logic. Her actions were always propelled by her brain, not by her - heart or her hormones, for that matter. It was different with Seth, though. She couldnt use logic to navigate through these deep emotional waters. They were tumultuous and choppy.

So her fallback plan had been to act on pure instinct. She wanted Seth, so she would go for it. It had seemed like a good concept, but it wasnt proving any more successful than trying to logic it out. She still had no idea where he stood. How he felt about her. Or even (and this thought depressed her, but she had to consider it) if he felt anything for her. At this point, she was completely over trying to figure it out to figure him out. She wasnt really a see what happens kind of a gal, but she honestly didnt see any other way to deal with this unique predicament. Her only priority now was to preserve what little bit of sanity she had left. Her new philosophy consisted of do nothing. There was a certain peace that came with total surrender, with not having a plan or any type of projection as to what may happen. She had heard people use the phrase Let go and let God before and she had honestly thought that was just lazy thinking. Like God didnt have better things to do than fix your problems! But she was starting to see the appeal to that mindset. If nothing else, it was kind of freeing. She opened the door to the small reception area at the front of HCWS and checked in at the reception desk. She removed her jacket, gloves, and beanie and took a seat on a worn blue fabric chair that had seen better days. She waited for Betty, the director, to come out, get her, and bring her back to the office. When she had first started visiting the shelter, the policy had been that you could just be buzzed in, but now a staff member had to come and escort you. The shelter had experienced some issues with men getting in and harassing their ex-wives and ex-girlfriends and making threats to the staff. Not everyone was happy with the work the shelter did, especially the men that these women were escaping from. As she waited she noticed that the walls in the waiting room were getting a little dingy. When painted fresh, they were a cheery lemon shade. Now they just looked like a dirty yellow. She pulled out her phone and checked to see when she could squeeze in a day to come in and paint them. Looking at her calendar, she saw that it may have to wait until after the New Year. Amber made a note to herself to go ahead and buy the paint that way if a day suddenly opened up, she would be prepared. Just as she finished typing her reminder, she heard the buzz of the wide double doors unlocking and looked up to see Betty, the centers heart and soul, bustling out to meet her. The round cheery woman smiled brightly. As Amber stood though, a look of concern crossed her face. Are you feeling okay? You look tired. Amber smiled at her. She had always thought that particular question-slash-statement, especially when used in that specific combination, was just a nice way of saying you look like crap.' However, in this case, Amber knew she probably did, in fact, look like crap, and that Bettys heart

was absolutely in the right place. Im fine. It was a busy day at the shop yesterday. Amber greeted the woman with a hug before they headed down to her office. Oh, thats right, Betty snapped her fingers, the Day After Thanksgiving sale. Amber nodded. Black Friday. Sounds so ominous, Betty chuckled as she shook her head, I normally try to avoid the crazy crowds. I would rather go out at my own convenience and shop in peace, not in a mob-style scene. It can get pretty brutal. Not so much in smaller boutique stores like Bella, but definitely in the larger department stores, Amber smiled. They reached Bettys office and Amber took a seat in the oversized chair in the corner. After moving several stacks of paperwork, that is. Betty was not known for her tidiness or organizational skills. You know my offer still stands to come in and do an office make-over for you. The Container Store is one of my favorite places to shop, Amber said her voice rising in pitch at the end of the sentence in an attempt to sound upbeat and positive. Oh no, Sweetie, Betty shook her grey-haired head, if you came in and started moving things around, I wouldnt be able to find anything. I would label everything, Amber said, bright smile firmly in place. There is a method to my clutter. I have my own labeling and filing system, Betty said as she continued clearing her desk before finally having enough room to lean her elbows on it. Okay, but let me know if you change your mind. Amber knew Betty would probably never say yes, but it didnt change the fact that Amber was dying to get in here and go to work. So tell me about this break-in Ive been hearing so much about, Betty looked genuinely concerned. People are saying you were assaulted. Are you okay? Im fine. I just walked into the shop and interrupted the guy trashing the place. He knocked me on the head with a vase. Haley found me and Im fine. Nothing was even stolen. I think they were probably looking for cash. Oh, you poor thing! You must have been terrified. Not really. Ive had a lot going on. Bettys brow creased as if she didnt understand how the break-in wouldnt hold one of the top three spots on Ambers 'life-changing events' list. In truth, it barely cracked the top ten. Amber reached into her purse and handed the gift cards for the following month to Betty. It's double the normal amount, but I thought that since its Christmas, the women might want to buy some gifts with these as well. Bettys eyes filled up with tears and she pushed her glasses up to wipe them. Oh, Amber, you

just dont know how much these mean to the ladies, she said as she held up the cards. Amber was glad that they did. But it wasnt as if she was a saint or anything. She was just doing her part. Now I know that youre trying to brush over this whole robbery situation, but what preventative measures are you taking so that something like that doesnt happen again? Bettys tone was very serious. Amber had heard her use that tone with the women staying in the shelter before, but never with her. Well, actually, Seth Sloan just installed a brand new security system and surveillance cameras, so I should be all set. Then she remembered, Oh, and I am making sure to lock my doors unless we're open. When Seth had given her that instruction, she had been pretty ticked off, but after calming down she realized that he was absolutely right. Sure, Harpers Crossing was a sleepy town, but obviously crime still occurred here and she needed to be smart. Yes, Seth Sloan is back in town. He was such a quiet boy growing up. Betty raised her eyebrows and a knowing expression crossed her face. Amber just smiled. Not much has changed. Well, I'm happy to see that you're taking some necessary precautions, but I would feel a lot better if you would take one of our self-defense classes. A lady can never be too safe. Betty pointed her thin wrinkled finger at Amber. Amber considered the offer. She hadnt liked how scared she had gotten when Seth had snuck up on her. Maybe it wouldnt be such a bad idea to have some skills. That sounds good. Just email me the details, Amber said as she rose out of the chair. No need for that, the last class of the year starts in, Betty squinted down at her watch, ten minutes. Amber looked down at herself. She had on jeans, tennis shoes and an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. She had dressed for comfort, not style, today. Well, she was in casual clothes so even though she was exhausted, she thought might as well get this over with. It would be one less thing on her to-do list and Betty would be happy. Amber shrugged. Okay. Lovely. Betty clapped her hands as she came around from behind her desk. I will walk you down to the rec room myself. We have a new teacher tonight so I need to introduce him to the ladies. As they walked down the hall, Amber remembered that Alex had said something about teaching these classes. But she guessed that since the recent accident where he had had while pulling residents

out of a fire at Harpers Crossing nursing home, in which a beam had fallen on him, he probably didnt feel up to it. She wondered who his replacement would be. Whos teaching? Amber asked. Well now, you know that Alex cant teach, what with his busted ribs and that cast. That poor, poor boy. Betty shook her head as she opened the door to the rec room. Amber saw there were several women already inside waiting, So that sweet brother of his Ambers heart stopped. ...Riley has been teaching the classes until Alex is back on his feet. Betty continued. Whew! Amber's heart began beating again. Okay, Riley was good. That was a Sloan brother she could deal with, plus Amber had been wanting to see how Chelle and baby Mya were doing now that they were home from the hospital. They hadnt made it to Thanksgiving dinner and she had been meaning to stop by, but now she could just ask Riley. But since Chelle just had the baby, hes not available tonight, either. Betty patted Ambers arm and made her way to the front of the room, then continued on to a small room that looked like another office in the far corner and shut the door. Amber stood with the other women that had gathered, still confused as to who was teaching the seminar. Betty hadnt really answered her question at all. The door opened and Betty emerged, Okay, ladies, now I dont know how many of you have heard, but Chelle had the baby, so Riley is busy taking care of his ladies. But dont worry, when one Sloan man is down, another is right there to help out. Ladies, I would like to introduce you to Seth Sloan. Well, alrighty then. Question answered.

Chapter Twelve
As soon as Seth stepped out into the room, the atmosphere changed. If she wasnt mistaken, it got warmer. Amber could hear the sounds of her own breathing echoing loudly in her head. He walked to the center of the room with a sense of purpose, but not in any sort of hurry, as per usual. Amber hadnt really had an opportunity to just study him since he had been back. She had always felt like too many people were watching her to just unabashedly stare at him like she wanted to. And when they were alone, she was just trying to maintain some control of herself so she didnt pass out or throw herself at him. This was her shot. Her one chance to stare to her heart's content. She took it. Seth wore a white long sleeved shirt that molded to his powerful chest and arms and blue jeans that showcased his strong thighs. Her eyes roamed his commanding form and she felt warmth spread over her cheeks. Yep, it was definitely getting warmer in here. He stood with his legs planted shoulder width apart. His hands hung loosely by his sides. This was exactly how she remembered his stance from the hotel room. It was sexy then and it had not lost its appeal now. He hadnt made eye contact with her yet. Well, to be fair he may have tried when her eyes had been traveling over every inch of his body, but she hadnt noticed. But now, her gaze was locked on his crystal blue eyes as he stared in the center of the room. Even from the few feet she stood away from him, they were mesmerizing. She could get lost in those eyes. She had gotten lost in those eyes. While Amber had been busy ogling Seth, Betty had been introducing him and going over his history of military service. Amber had heard bits and pieces through her lust-fogged brain. Most of it she already knew. In the Marines, Seth had been part of Special Forces, a division called Force Recon. He had been injured and was medically discharged. He now was now working at Titan Security. So, without further ado, Seth Sloan. Betty clapped and the six women, including Amber, followed suit. Seth nodded slightly in acknowledgment of the introduction and then began speaking in a serious, authoritative tone. "There are no steps you can take to guarantee you that you will never be attacked. However there are very important steps you can take to minimize the opportunity for an attack and to be prepared if an attack should occur. First, the most important thing to remember when someone is trying to overpower you is to remain calm. Now, that does not mean to be quiet. In fact, you should make as much noise as possible to get attention. And I would advise that you not yell help. Sadly people are desensitized to calls for

help. I suggest you yell fire or something that would get equal attention. Secondly, always be aware of your surroundings. Watch who is walking around you when you are headed to your car. Many times when a woman feels she is being followed, she tries to avoid the situation by rushing to her car. The problem with that is, more often than not, the car is parked in a secluded area. Do not park in secluded areas and if you feel you are being followed, get to the nearest group of people as quickly as you can. Also, make sure to always lock your doors. Well, he was definitely looking at her now. After a moment he continued scanning the room, Trust your instincts. If you feel like something is wrong, it probably is. That would have been useful information to have had a week ago. Amber had felt something was off as soon as she had walked into Bella but she had not paid attention to it. Show anger, not fear. Attackers are usually looking for an easy victim. A furious reaction may stop an attack. Make sure to carry bags close to your body and always appear confident. Know yourself and how you respond in fear. Do you cry? Do you scream? Do you freeze? Sometimes just being self-aware makes it easier to respond correctly. Amber was entranced by the deep sound of Seths voice. She was paying attention to what he was saying, but found herself getting lulled by its baritone quality. She suddenly realized that this was the most she had ever heard him speak. Even the night in the hotel room, he had spoken in short sentences - and when things had gotten heated, then short commands. She liked hearing more than five words at a time from him. It was oddly soothing. And remember, attacks happen in an instant. There are no absolutes in them. Basically, there is no right and wrong way to handle a dangerous situation. You need to stay flexible, assess the individual circumstances, and act accordingly. I am only here to give you some tools to make you better equipped to handle yourself in any situation. Amber looked down the row at the ladies that were gathered for the class. At one end there were a couple of older women that looked like they had heard this all before. Beside her stood a young girl. She was probably in her early twenties, and she looked terrified. In the middle, there were two ladies in their mid-to-late twenties that looked to be completely twitterpated with one Mr. Seth Sloan. All Amber could think was, 'Join the club, ladies. Join the club.' I am going to show you three moves that can help you escape an attack, even if your attacker is bigger and stronger than you which, nine times out of ten, they will be. Your best weapons are the edge of your hand, your elbow, and your heel. You need to aim for the parts of the body where you can do the most damage. For example: the

eyes, nose, throat, groin and knees. It doesnt matter how big and strong a man is, these areas are his weakest points. Seth went on to explain and demonstrate several defensive moves. He then said that each participant would be practicing these moves on him. He would be the attacker and he would walk the ladies through each technique. He asked if there were any questions. Amber thought that, although this may be her only opportunity, it probably wasnt the most appropriate time to raise her hand and ask how he felt about her, and about them. She sat silently, as did the other women. Amber watched as he called each woman up, one by one. She did notice that he started at the opposite side of the row, leaving her for last. She had no idea what the significance of that was, if any at all. Still, she noticed. The first four women went through the paces with no problems. The older ladies at the end were going through all the motions but did not seem all that impressed with Seth or this little tutorial. The two brunettes in the middle were impressed, and their interest in him was fairly obvious. One giggled like a schoolgirl every time he gave her an instruction and the other one literally had to wipe drool off of her mouthtwice. Seth nodded at the petite blonde who was standing next to Amber, indicating that it was her turn to go up. Amber looked over to see that the young girl was shaking like a leaf. She also seemed like she might be hyperventilating just a little. If a 'little' hyperventilating was even possible. Amber looked back at Seth and saw that he was just waiting, not rushing the scared girl. He stood, hands clasped behind his back, face void of emotion. Betty stepped away from the wall and started to say something but Seth held up his hand causing her to stop in her tracks. Everyone just waited. After what seemed like a half an hour but was probably two or three minutes at most, the girl beside Amber took a deep breath and walked forward on what looked to be shaky legs. When she came to stand in front of Seth, he leaned down and said something to her. Amber strained to hear what it was, but she couldnt. The girl nodded at him and, with a look of frightened determination, began going through the all the moves that they had been taught. She noticed that the girl froze the second Seths arms came around her, but he didnt release her, didnt back down just kept talking to her in low tones. It frustrated Amber that she couldnt make out what he was saying. By the end of the demonstration the girl didnt quite look confident, per se, but did look very proud of herself. She walked back towards her place beside Amber with a small smile on her face. Amber looked up at Seth and her heart filled withlove. Wait! She realized right there that she

was starting to fall just a little bit in love with him. Oh, no. Not good. Lust she could handle. Attraction was her middle name. But love? Love wasscary.

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Seths pulse raced as he stood waiting. Amber was next. He hadnt believed it when he had walked out and seen her standing in the small rec room. She had looked just as surprised as him. Betty had explained to him that this class was for residents of the shelter. He knew Amber lived next door to Jamie, so it made him wonder why she was here. Maybe she had lived there in the past. Seth had to admit to himself that he didnt really know anything about her past. He barely knew anything about her present. But oddly enough, he felt as though he knew her. Amber licked her lips as she walked towards him. Today she wore blue jeans, tennis shoes and a large gray sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder. It reminded him of a movie from his childhood, Flashdance. He had had a serious crush on Jennifer Beals, the star of that movie, and Amber put her to shame. Ambers hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her face looked clean and fresh. With no makeup on, she looked young and almost vulnerable. It made his protective instincts -which were already in overdrive when it came to Amber kick into an even higher gear. He wasnt able to control his internal impulses with her. Seth? Amber said looking a tad confused as to why he was just standing there, not doing anything. Get it together, Sloan, he told himself. Do you have any questions? he asked. Her mouth opened like she was about to say something but then, just as fast, she shut it again. She pursed her lips slightly and shook her head no. He noticed her ponytail swishing back and forth and his hands itched to touch it. He wanted to reach out, wrap his fingers around and grab it, holding the silky locks tightly in his fist, then firmly tug her head so it tilted up and he could crush his mouth to hers. He still hadnt moved. They just stared at each other. He heard Betty clear her throat and it pulled him out of his lust paralysis. Ready? he asked. His voice had a gravelly tone to it. Amber nodded her head. He moved behind her, and the second he wrapped his arms around her he, knew it was a

mistake. She felt right, there in his embrace. Too right. He never wanted to let her go, in fact. He closed his eyes for just a moment and let himself absorb her nearness. Her backside tucked snugly against his growing erection. The feeling of her delicate shoulders as they pressed against his chest caused a warmth to spread through him. She felt so small, so tiny and fragile in his arms. Of course, he thought wryly, when she opens her mouth it becomes clear that she is anything but fragile. Still, he liked the feeling of protecting her within the strong circle of his arms. He felt her body shift slightly and, before he had a chance to move out of the way, her heel came down hard on his shin. It hurt. Bad. He heard himself groan and her head spun around, eyes wide with worry. Did I hurt you? Im fine. He seriously needed to regain focus so that no other body parts became unintended victims to his distraction. Did I do it right? she asked looking a little confused. Yes, he answered, pushing down the pain. She had done everything right. He was the jackass that didnt move out of the way. He couldnt believe that she had caused him to completely forget where they were and what they were doing especially since he had specifically given himself time to prepare for having her in his arms by making sure she was the last demonstration. Shit. He had to get himself under control, quick. As they went through the final moves, he was able to keep his head in the game and, luckily, came through without any further injuries. As she walked back to stand with the other class participants he took a moment to watch her. Amber was strong. Physically and mentally. Tougher than her beauty might lead you to believe. She was also a fast learner, agile and quick. He was drawn to her. No matter how many times he had tried to keep her from his thoughts over the years, they always seemed to drift back to her. He hadnt known her name then, but he knew her face, her body, her voice - the night they shared together would burst in his mind like a flash flood of water breaking free from a dam. His feelings were that strong before he had known anything about her. Even her name. Okay, ladies, thank you so much for coming today. Lets give our instructor a nice round of applause. The women all clapped. Seth was so ready for this class to be over. He needed to figure out what to do about Amber. He wasnt looking for a serious relationship. He wasnt even capable of one. And she was so intertwined with his life that he really didnt think a casual affair was plausible. But ignoring her and the attraction he felt for her didnt seem to be working either.

So, you are all excused. If you have any questions for Mr. Sloan, he will stay and answer them for you. He will? Seth did not know that a Q and A was part of the class. Damn. Betty stood beside him as a couple of the women came forward to speak to him. He noticed out of his peripheral vision that Amber slipped out the side door. Maybe that was for the best. He should probably figure out all the shit that was clouding his judgment and get his mind right before he saw her again. Maybe then, he would know how to handle this situation.

Chapter Thirteen
Amber could still feel Seths breath on her bare neck as she walked quickly down the gray hall that led back to the reception area. She reached up and touched her neck as she shivered at the memory. When Seth had first put his arms around her and she felt the heavy heat of his exhale on her skin, a tingle so intense she had thought her legs might buckle beneath her had run through her entire body. It had taken her a moment to remember why he was holding her and what she was supposed to be doing. When she finally had remembered what her move was, she must have timed it wrong, because she had ended up making contact. She didnt believe that he was really fine like he had claimed. He looked like she had hurt him. The rest of the demo was, luckily, incident free (Hey, she only had one thing to feel guilty for! She could consider that a win!). Now, though, she could not shake the feeling of being held by him. His arms were so strong. His biceps pressed solidly against her as they wrapped her up, and she loved looking down and seeing the difference in their sizes. She could have stayed in his arms forever and been perfectly happy. That, and the small (huge!) realization that she was developing some pretty serious (love!) feelings for him, had completely knocked her world off its axis. She had originally planned to go straight to bed when she got home. Instead, it was looking like a 'glass of wine and hot bath' kind of night. Just as she was reaching the double doors, her phone buzzed. She ignored it. She would call whoever it was back later. After her wine. After her bath. She stepped into the reception room and it immediately rang again. Her shoulders slumped. She answered it. Hi Mom, Amber said. She hoped this conversation would go as well as the last one had. Hi, Babygirl, her moms speech was slurred and she was talking very loud. Yep, she was definitely drunk or high or both. Perfect. Why did Amber ever let herself hope? One day she would learn her lesson. Mom, where are you? Amber knew that her mother probably wouldnt answer her but she had to try. At a party, her mom declared happily. Where? Amber asked hoping her mom would be a little more specific. At a house, her mom hiccupped. Okay, that was a little too specific. She didnt want to get off the phone with her mom since she

seemed to be happy to share information. Maybe Amber really could get her to say where she was. Realizing this call might take a minute and not wanting to go out in the cold, Amber motioned to the girl sitting at the front desk to ask see if she would mind if she talked in there. The girl blew a bubble with the gum she was chewing and shrugged her shoulders before returning her attention to her own phone. Amber moved to a secluded seat in the corner and positioned her chair so that her back was facing the room. She knew logically that it didnt really give her any more privacy, just the illusion of it. Sometimes illusions could be comforting. She took a deep breath before continuing. Do you know what town youre in? Amber tried not to sound tense. When her mom was in happy-drunk mode she was very sensitive and would get extremely upset if she thought anyone was mad at her. Ummm, I think so. Wait, no. No, I dont. Amber heard the sound of music and people talking in the background. Can you ask someone where you are? Ambers patience was wearing thin but if there was even the slightest chance that she could find out where her mom was, she needed to try. Not that it really mattered. If her mom didnt want Amber to come and pick her up, its not like she could force her to leave. Also, who was to say that her mom wouldnt just bolt and go somewhere else as soon as she got off the phone with Amber? Somehow, though, it always made Amber feel better if she at least had some idea of where her mother was. I will if you send me money. Aaaaannnnnddddd...there it was. Amber knew it was coming, she had just hoped that she could get a little information from her mom first. Again, she thought, thats what she got for hoping. Im not sending you money, Amber firmly stated. Pleaaaaassseeeeee, Susan begged, her voice taking on a childlike quality. It made Amber sick to her stomach to hear mother sound like that. No. Amber deliberately tried to remain quiet and not let the rioting emotions that were just at the surface break through and cause her to raise her voice. Just a little bit, a few hundred is all I need, her mom tried to bargain. This is not up for discussion. Amber was so tired of having this same conversation again and again. She was going to try one more time and then she was hanging up. Where are you?

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After Seth finished speaking with Betty and the other ladies he headed out the side entrance to the parking lot. He saw Amber's white Prius and realized she was still there. Seth closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath in through his nose, trying to use the technique to calm his quickly-flaring anger. Her Prius was parked at the edge of the parking lot - the now secluded and dark parking lot. Of course, he was aware that she must have parked it there before she had taken the selfdefense seminar. But, honestly - how was locking your doors or parking in well-lit areas not just common sense? He pulled his leather jacket on, cringing just a little as a pain hit his shoulder. He hadnt really worked it out since he had finished physical therapy and he realized that if the small amount of exertion he had just put forth in class was causing it to flare up, then he really needed to hit the gym. Looking around, he didnt see Amber anywhere. He decided he would wait and ensure that she made it to her car safely. Betty had told him about some disturbing incidents that they had recently had at the shelter, and Seth did not want Amber walking to her car. At night. By herself. He was very aware that the level of responsibility he felt for her was completely out of proportion for what their relationship, or lack of relationship, was. It didnt matter though. He may not know exactly what was going on between them, but he did know he would do anything to ensure her safety. That was an indisputable fact. After waiting a few minutes, he realized he didnt know if she possibly had another meeting, or if she was taking - or maybe even teaching - another class. He had seen the activities schedule and noticed that there were several sewing classes. He remembered Alex telling him that Amber designed a lot of the pieces she sold at Bella. Seth figured he would just run around to the front desk and see if they knew where she was. Even though they were tightening up their security, he figured he could have them call Betty to vouch for him. As he stepped out of the cold into the small reception area, he saw Amber huddled in the corner speaking quietly into her phone. She didnt seem to notice him walk in. The gum-smacking receptionist seated at the front desk looked up, saw it was him, and went back to typing on her phone. He decided he would take a seat and wait for Amber. No, Ambers quiet voice said into the phone, her voice tense. This is not up for discussion, she said with clenched teeth. After a few silent moments he heard her slowly ask, Where are you? He saw her body jerk as she pulled the phone away from her ear. In the small space of the

lobby he could hear the sounds of loud voices coming from the phone and a woman that sounded like she was wasted. No, Mom, Im not sending you money. Goodbye, her voice cracked as she pulled the phone from her ear. She lowered the phone and he could hear a woman who he now assumed was her mother screaming Bitch!. He didnt want to intrude, but at the same time he thought Amber that maybe Amber could use someone to be there for her. He got an odd ache in his chest as he saw her slump down in her chair, her hands rubbing her face as she sniffed. He just sat still, giving her a moment before announcing his presence. He stood just as she was turning. She was lost in her own world, and at the sight of him, she screamed, her legs flailing out from under her, and she very nearly fell flat on her butt. He automatically reached out and grabbed her, catching her before she landed on the ground. As soon as she regained her balance she slapped him on the shoulder - thankfully not his bad shoulder. It wasn't a playful, coy little slap. Not in the least. She was serious. Stop sneaking up on me! she yelled. After forcefully pulling away from him, Amber bent down, grabbed her jacket and purse off of the chair, and started to walk around him, headed for the door in a huff. He didnt want her to leave this upset. Not knowing what else to do he asked, Do you have gloves? She looked back up at him like he had lost his mind. What? Seth repeated the question, Do you have gloves? She blew out an audible breath her hands outstretched in frustration, I heard you the first time. I meant, what are you talking about? Seriously, cant you ever just have a normal conversation? Yes, he said trying not to smile at how cute she looked when she was telling him off. People normally didnt call him out on things. He was how he was. No one questioned it. But in Harpers Crossing, things were different. His brothers certainly had no problem with it, and he liked that she didnt either. A look of resignation crossed her face. She pulled a pair of gloves out of her purse, Yes. I have gloves. Do you have to be anywhere right now? She narrowed her eyes at him. No. Before he changed his mind, he reached down, grabbed her hand and started towards the door. She pulled her hand back. Helloooo. Where are we going? He looked down at her and asked simply, Do you trust me?

She stared at him blankly. He hadnt realized until this moment how much her trust meant to him. His stomach clenched as he waited for her response. Yes, she nodded, placing her hand in his. He closed his eyes as a sense of relief and happiness washed over him at the sound of that one small, simple word. Put on your jacket and your gloves, he instructed. She straightened her back, chin held high. Then she raised her hand to her forehead and saluted him, barking smartly, Yes sir. Smart ass, he smiled, shaking his head. She laughed as she put on her jacket and gloves. A sense of pride welled up in him that he had been the one to make her happy after she had been so upset. He liked that feeling.

Chapter Fourteen
Okay, Amber shifted back and forth on her feet, not from the cold, but from nerves. I know I said I trust you and I do. Totally. Butare you sure this is a good idea? Yes, Seth replied in his trademark flat tone. Right, so that didnt really help. She did not feel any more assured by his yes. Information. Thats what she needed. Facts. Statistics that would ease her mind. She asked, How many people have you had on the back of this thing? None. Wow. That answer soooo did not calm her nerves. Wait a minute. That didnt make any sense. She looked down at her hands. Then why do you have two helmets? She held the helmet up as Exhibit A. He sighed, In case one of my cousins talked me into taking them for a ride. People can actually talk you into things? She didnt even try to hide the shock in her voice. His mouth turned up in a smile, dimples and all, before his eyes grew dark with intensity. Some people. His words spread through her like hot chocolate, warming her from the inside out. Well, that calmed her nerves right on down. Alright, that settled it. She was doing it. She kept looking into his eyes, his gaze locked with hers, giving her the courage she needed as she put the helmet on over her beanie and clipped the strap under her chin. He reached up and adjusted it slightly on her head, then tightened the strap. Do you remember what I told you? he asked when he was finished. She nodded. He just stared at her. Yes, she answered. The engine roared and Amber swallowedhard. Then, before she chickened out, she threw her leg over the back, threw her arms around Seth, and held on for dear life. Her eyes were shut tight and she could feel her heart pounding hard against Seths solid back. She felt the bike tilt up beneath her and she squeezed her eyes tighter. Then there was a deep vibration between her legs and they were moving. Her arms gripped him hard around his torso. She was holding him so tightly that she was scared she might crack one of his ribs. Still, he was just gonna have to take one for the team at this point, because she was not letting go or even loosening her grip. She tried to remember the instructions he had given her. Lean with him. Keep feet on pegs. Dont make hand signals to other drivers. Check, check, and check.

No danger of that last one anyway, because of the aforementioned 'not letting go' thing! So, really, she just had to think about leaning and feet. Two things. Doable, even at high speeds. A few minutes into the ride, she opened her eyes just a little and saw that they were on the frontage road along the river. The shimmering water was illuminated by the moon shining across its surface and the strings of lights the city had recently put up, lining the riverbank with a magical glow. It was beautiful. She felt all of the stress and worry of the past week hell, maybe even the past decade - melting off of her as she watched the beauty of the river flash by. Nothing else existed except right now. Right here. This moment. This was exactly what she imagined flying would feel like. Free. Weightless. Amazing. All of her life she had been terrified of motorcycles. They seemed wild and untamable. She stayed away from them for the same reason she had gotten drunk one time, and one time only because she liked to have control over her environment. She knew the only reason she was on this thing now was because she knew with absolute certainty that Seth could handle the machine. She innately sensed that he could handle anything. He was the most capable man she had ever met. Capable and frustrating, sure - but capable all the same. In relationships, Amber had always maintained the upper hand. She had always attributed this to a number of factors. First, it was common knowledge that the person who cared the least in any given relationship held the most power. Needless to say, she had always made sure that she cared the least. Second, she wasnt a highly emotional person. She dealt in logic. When you took the emotions out of actions you usually made a smarter move than your opponent, or (in this case) significant other. She did not misstep. Not ever. Third, she liked to win. Now, she would be the first to admit that its not the most romantic thing in the world to look at relationships merely as games to be won or lost. But, be that as it may, she won. Every time. And last, but certainly not least, she picked safe men. Men that she could handle being with. Men that didnt ever challenge her or take her out of her comfort zone. The thing with men like that is, they dont usually cause you to fall head over heels for them. There's just not enough spark to make a fire. Amber was fine with that. She appreciated the certainty of safe men, the knowledge that her heart would remain intact. The problem with Seth was that from the first moment she'd met him, hed represented complete and total safety...while simultaneously representing complete and total danger. How he pulled that off was beyond her, but he did and spectacularly, at that. She trusted him to keep her safe. She knew he would never do anything to intentionally hurt her,

and she knew that if he was around, he wouldnt let anyone else hurt her, either. The danger came into play because she also knew that she couldnt risk her heart with him. That was a problem, because her instinctive response to him was so powerful that she wasnt sure if the walls of protection she had built around her heart could withstand it. Ah, well. There was nothing she could do about that right this second. That was a worry for another day. Right now none of that mattered. Because tonight? Tonight, she was flying.

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Ambers hands spread across Seths abdomen, gripping tightly - but not the same way that she had when they had started their ride, back when she had been terrified. He could tell that she was not afraid now, not at all. When she had put the helmet on and decided to go, a feeling of pride had washed over him. He knew that she trusted him now, with her life. That fact shouldnt make him as happy as it did. They had been out for over an hour and he sensed immediately the moment she had surrendered to the experience. Her body had relaxed behind him and he could almost feel the tension draining from her. He could still feel her breasts pressed up against his back. Her inner thighs gripped his hips. But it was not in a holding-on-for-dear-life type of a feeling anymore. Now, it felt more like the grip of exploration and enjoyment. He had chosen to cruise this route along the river because the day he had gotten his bike, five years ago, it was the first thing that he had wanted to do. Obviously, since he had been stationed in North Carolina it hadnt been an option. Since he had gotten home a week ago, he had been meaning to do it, but it had never felt like the right time. This ride was momentous and symbolic it meant he was accepting that this was his life. That he lived in Harpers Crossing. That he was no longer a Marine. Somehow, though, with Amber behind him it wasnt such a hard thing to face. He had always used rides to set the reset on his brain. In the past, he had used the solitary time to work out his demons on the open road. After being out with Amber, he wasnt sure if a solo ride would still hold as much appeal. The experience was heightened beyond what he had ever imagined it could be. He knew that she needed this just as much as he did. He could feel that she was enjoying it just as much as he was. This ride felt sacred.

Unfortunately, he knew that for a novice rider, they had been out long enough. He didnt want her to wake up tomorrow sore because he had kept her out too long. If she was going to be sore and him be the cause, it wouldnt be because of his motorcycle, he thought to himself as he pulled back on the main road that would take them back to the shelter, allowing himself a small grin. He felt her melt into him as he did, and he could almost hear a sigh coming from her mouth, realizing they were headed back. If he wasnt mistaken, her body language was saying that she didnt want this ride to end any more than he did. She made him wish that he could be different. That he could be the man for her. He wasnt. She deserved someone who wasnt as damaged as he was. After hearing her conversation with her mom, he hadnt been able to distance himself like he should have. Granted, he had only heard her end of it, with bits and pieces of the other side, but it was enough for him to figure out the basics. He thought she had needed a friend and he wanted to be there for her. That was it. He hadnt had any ulterior motivation. But somehow this innocent ride had turned into a much more intimate experience that he had anticipated. Pulling into the lot, he parked next to her car. He heard the click that told him she was unfastening her helmet. She grabbed his shoulders for leverage as he felt her swing her leg off. She stumbled as she tried to stand. He wrapped his arm around her waist and steadied her. My legs feel like Jello. Her warm golden-green eyes were filled with excitement. Thats normal, he explained, not removing his arm. Their faces were mere inches apart. She licked her lips expectantly. He wanted to kiss her so badly but he knew that it would end messily if he did. Their lives were too intertwined for messy. He stared at her, not able to look away from her full plump lips, gorgeous glowing skin and windblown hair. She looked like she had when they had laid in bed together, before he had fallen asleep. She looked like a satisfied woman. That made him want to satisfy her in the same ways he had in that hotel room. Which was exactly why he needed to keep some space between them. When he removed his arm he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes before she quickly masked it. She smiled but it didnt quite reach her eyes. He didnt want that. He didnt want to be the cause of any sadness for her. That was why he knew he was doing exactly the right thing by maintaining distance. Thank you so much for the ride. It was incredible. I feel so relaxed and calm. Her arms stretched out and she spun around once, It felt like I was flying. Im glad you liked it. The corners of his mouth turned into a grin. I loved it! she exclaimed. I was always scared of bikes. I even had to break up with a few

guys because they wouldnt leave me alone about riding with them. Her eyes widened as she realized the gravity of the statement she had just made. Why did you ride with me? he felt his heart tighten at her admission and for some reason he just wanted her to say it. She stared, her eyes glowing with emotion, I trust you. Even though he already knew the answer, those three words washed over him in a powerful wave. He knew he didnt have any rights to her. No rights to make any demands whatsoever, but he heard the words coming out of his mouth, Dont ride with anyone else. Her eyes darkened with lust at his authoritative command. She licked her lips. He wanted so badly to kiss her perfect mouth. His body knew what her lips felt like and it ached for them. He heard a deep moan of appreciation escape him. A knowing half-smile tilted Ambers mouth as she shrugged. Well see. I might trust other people too. Lifting her hands to her chest, she added sincerely, Im a very trusting person. Smart ass, he smiled, knowing she was messing with him. You keep calling me that like its a bad thing, she smiled proudly. Just so you know, I take it as a compliment. It is a compliment. His voice had an edge of need to it. He saw her shiver and realized it was freezing out and she needed to get in her car. He got his bike and walked to her passenger door. He heard her unlocking it as he did. After he opened it, she stepped inside and sat down. Her eyes filled with sincerity as she looked up at him and touched his chest. Honestly Seth, thank you for the ride, the security system, the class. Everything. He nodded at her before closing the door. She rolled down her window as she pulled out of the space. Now that I know you can speak in full paragraphs were going to have to try and work that into our conversations. She smiled widely, her eyes bright with humor as she waved goodbye to him. He shook his head as his own face broke into an unintentional smile. Smart ass.

Chapter Fifteen
Amber heard the knock on her door and walked slowly to answer it. With every step, her body told her that muscles that had not been used in a very long time if ever had been overworked the night before. Not that she was complaining. That bike ride with Seth along the river had been one of the best nights of her life, only coming in second to her night in DC with her Mystery Man now-known-as-Seth. Yes, she realized there was a pattern here. Both nights had one thing in commonSeth. No, she did not want to think about the significance of that observation. She looked through the peephole and saw Jamie standing there, holding brownies. Hmmmm...Jamie might just be her new best friend. Amber opened the door to her smiling, brownie-bearing, neighbor. I come with chocolate treats. In case I havent told you lately, Amber said as she stepped out of the way to let Jamie in, you are the best neighbor a girl could ever have. Amber noticed Jamies smile falter a little and then return looking a little forced. Everything okay? Amber asked, feeling a little worried. She hadnt known Jamie that long but Amber truly did consider her one of her best friends. There were just some people you clicked, with and she and Jamie had clicked. Jamie and Joey, Jamies six-year-old son, had only moved to Harpers Crossing a little over a month ago but it already felt like they had been there for years. Jamie had recently gotten engaged to Alex Sloan. Things had happened really fast and Amber hoped everything was okay with them. Everythings great, Jamie said brightly. Her false cheeriness was not really putting Ambers mind at ease. They moved into the kitchen where Amber pulled the milk out of the fridge and two glasses from the cabinet. Jamie sat at the small breakfast nook and when Amber sat down, she asked her, How are things with you and Seth going? Jamie was, by far, the least gossipy person Amber knew, so it took her by surprise to hear that question coming from her. Amber would expect this line of questioning from Katie, Sophie or one of the Sloan girls. Even Chelle, if she were feeling concerned about Amber. But Jamie? She never got involved in any of the juicy stories of the day. So why was she sitting in Ambers kitchen asking her about Seth? Umm Amber took a drink of milk to stall. She wasnt trying to shut her friend out, she just

really wasnt sure what to say. Alex and I are getting married on Christmas Eve, Jamie blurted out. Thats great! I am so happy for you guys! Amber exclaimed. She was happy for her friends...and also happy the subject had moved off of herself and Seth. Jamie continued, I wanted to wait a little bit, but you know how Alex is. Hes pretty determined once he sets his mind to something. So I just insisted that we wait until after Chelle had the baby and then we would set a date. Anything I can do to help, just let me know. Amber had made the bridesmaids dresses for Jason and Katies wedding, and for Chelles wedding she had designed Chelle's dress. It seemed only right that she offer to help with Alex and Jamies wedding, as well. Well, actually Jamie was biting her lip and shredding her napkin and then rolling it into tiny pieces. Amber knew, from personal experience, that it was hard for some people who were used to doing things on their own to ask for help. She figured she would let her friend off the hook. Jamie, if you want I can design your bridesmaids dresses. Jamies eyes shot to hers, Oh thank you! I hadnt even thought of that, actually, but that would be incredible. If its not too much trouble. Okay, if it wasnt that, then why was Jamie acting so nervous, Amber thought to herself. She figured that in the spirit of her new do nothing philosophy, she would just sit enjoy her friend's company and see how this played out. Oh, and eat brownies. Definitely eat brownies. After a few minutes during which Amber consumed loads of delicious calories, Jamie asked, So would you be able to make your own dress then? Ambers brow furrowed in confusion, not really clear on why it mattered what she wore. Umm...sure. Oh, Im doing this all wrong. It happens when I get nervous, Jamie sighed in frustration. Why are you nervous? Amber asked, still totally confused. Jamie placed her hands flat on the table and took a deep breath, I would like you to be a bridesmaid in my wedding. Oh, thats it? Of course, I would lov Jamie interrupted, You'd be walking with Seth. Oh, thats it. Im not trying to play matchmaker, Jamie continued, believe me! I hated it when people did that to me. Its just that, honestly, you were the first person I met in Harpers Crossing, my first friend here in my new life. You were the first person I thought to ask. Then when we were going over the

wedding party, I realized that Jason would be walking with Katie, Bobby would be walking with Sophie, and Riley would be walking with Chelle Which leaves me walking with Seth, Amber finished her friends thought. If you dont want to I totally understand, and I could ask one of Alexs cousins, but there are four of them so I feel like if I ask one I have to ask all of them, which means coming up with three more guys I would love to be in your wedding. Honestly. Im honored. A look of relief flashed across Jamies face as she broke out into a huge smile. Really? Are you sure? Yes, Amber confirmed before asking. Is that why you asked how things were going with Seth? Yes. Im sorry. I wasnt being nosy. I just wanted to test the waters. I thought it was a little out of character for you, Amber admitted. What I really want to know is how you are doing after the break in? Jamies face scrunched in concern. Amber shrugged. Im fine. I actually took a self-defense class yesterday, I learned some good safety tips. Oh, is that the same one Alex normally teaches? Jamie asked. Yep, and Riley has been filling in for him, but since Chelle had Mya, Seth taught the class. Jamies eyes widened, How did that go? It was good, Amber answered quickly. Amber didnt think she was quite ready to go into exactly how good it had been. She wasnt ready to divulge the fact that she was pretty sure she had fallen in love with him as she watched him working with that terrified young girl. And then how amazing he had been when he had taken her on the motorcycle ride and succeeded in getting her mind off of the conversation with her mom. Did he talk? Jamie asked tilting her head in disbelief. He did! Amber laughed as she explained, I know, I was shocked too. I realized about five minutes in that it was the most words I had heard him string together at once. It was weird. Well, Im not gonna pry and ask if sparks flew. Although from what I saw at Thanksgiving I'm sure they did. But I do want you to know that if you ever want to talk, Im here. Amber smiled, feeling very lucky to have found such a great friend. Thanks, Jamie. I really do appreciate that. Now enough about my drama filled life. Lets talk wedding! While Jamie animatedly explained her wedding vision - the wedding that Amber would be in with Seth Amber took another huge bite of delicious brownie. She had a sneaking suspicion she

was going to need a lot of these to get through the next month.

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Seth once again pulled into the dirt parking lot in the back of Gerards Diner. Alex had sent out a group text to all of his brothers asking them to meet him here. He saw that Jason, Bobby and Rileys trucks were already here. Looks like he was the last to arrive once again. He was hoping this was not another intervention-slash-interrogation breakfast. He was having enough trouble dealing with the Amber situation internally without having to try and explain it to his brothers. Also, it was none of their business. He shrugged to himself. If that was what it turned out to be, he'd just stand up and walk out. Seth had never been one to let social niceties keep him trapped in a situation he preferred not to be in. As he stepped through the front door and heard the bell ding over his head, he was once again hit by the welcoming and familiar smells of coffee and syrup. His brothers were all seated at the same table. In fact, they were in the exact same seats as they had been at the last breakfast. They had always tended to fall into patterns. At home, growing up, they had always sat in the same seats for dinner. They all had their places on the couch when they were watching TV. Seth thought it may have something to do with the fact that life had gotten so out of control and unpredictable when their moms bi-polar disorder got bad that they had all gravitated towards any small piece of control and predictability they could get. As he joined his brothers, he was happy to see that they had already ordered his meal and it was waiting for him. He was starving. After the ride with Amber the night before, he had gone straight home and gone to bed. He had enjoyed the best nights sleep he could remember in recent history. But he had been so distracted that he had completely forgotten to grab dinner. This morning he had woken up to his stomach growling. Seth sat down after greeting his brothers and then turned to Riley, Howre Chelle and Mya doing? It surprised Seth how much he had been thinking about his tiny niece. He hadnt expected her birth to have that much of an impact on him. Hed been wrong. Rileys face lit up like a Christmas tree as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and started showing Seth pictures, Theyre doing great! Chelles a little tired, but everyone says thats normal. Jason stopped eating to add his two cents, And he would know. Hes read every book ever published on the subject, talked to everyone whos ever had a baby, and then cross-referenced all of

the information he gathered. Riley just shook his head at his brother, You just wait. When Katie has a baby youll be the same way. Probably, Jason admitted, And I'll be in luck because I can borrow your books. We'll see, Riley shot back. Seth smiled at the friendly back and forth. He knew his brother Jason would be exactly the same way when he became a father-to-be. Jason had been in love with Katie since he was in kindergarten. It had taken them over twenty years to find their way to each other, but Seth figured it was worth the wait because they both seemed deliriously happy. And as for Seth? Well, he was happy for all of his brothers. They had each found amazing women. Alright, so now that everyone is here, Alex looked pointedly at Seth. He could look all he wanted. Seth had gotten there on time. Just because on time to his four brothers meant fifteen minutes early did not mean that Seth was going to get here at 8:45 when the text said 9 am. When Seth didnt take the bait, Alex went on, Jamie and I are getting married on Christmas Eve and I want you four to stand up for me. There was a round of congratulations. Alright, boys, so the lineup will be Jason and Katie, Riley and Chelle, Bobby and Sophie and Seth and There was a long pause. Was Seth supposed to guess? Was this multiple choice? He figured he would probably be walking with one of his cousins or one of Jamies childhood friends. Seth looked around the table to see if he was missing something. Jason sat across from him inhaling his food. Riley and Bobby were both texting on their phones. Alex picked up his fork and began eating again. Who, Alex? Seth did not feeling like playing his little brothers games. Alex smiled as chewed his food. When he swallowed he said, Just wanted to see if you were paying attention. Seth was paying attention alright. All of his attention was about to be concentrated in his palm as it smacked his brother upside the head. Seth, you will be walking with the lovely Miss Amber Webb, Alex announced grandly. That certainly got his all of his brothers' attention. Jason stopped eating and Riley and Bobby looked up from their phones. Everyone stared at Seth.

So, Seth started eating. Is that okay with you? Alex asked. Its your wedding. Seth continued eating. Seth knew that Alex had asked him a yes or no question and that his response was neither. He also knew his brother probably expected him to have some kind of a response to the little bomb he had just dropped on him. But right now he was trying to deal with the odd sensation of...he guessed it was...happiness...he felt at the thought that he would be escorting Amber down the aisle. He shouldnt be happy about that. He should be upset that his plan to keep some distance from Amber was becoming more and more of an impossibility. But if he was being honest with himself, he just felthappy. And that scared the shit out of him.

Chapter Sixteen
Seth tapped his finger on the steering wheel of his new company truck. He could see Ambers long dark hair as she moved inside the store, helping customer after customer. He had been sitting outside of Bella for the last hour waiting for her to close so he could go talk to her. She closed at nine and it was close to ten oclock. She obviously had great customer service since she still continued to help customers after business hours. He had observed that her store was a popular one. Amber hadnt had any down time since he had arrived. Every customer seemed to love her and they all left with smiles on their faces. Amber seemed relaxed and in her element. Seth realized he had never seen this side of her. The closest he had come was after they had taken that ride along the river. After that ride, she had seemed completely stress-free and happy. I didnt peg you for a stalker, he heard his brother Bobbys deep voice boom through the glass pane of his window. Seth rolled down the window, I need to talk to Amber. His brother stared at him blankly, And youre doing that howtelepathically? Seth sighed, remembering the good old days when his little brothers were scared of him, Im waiting until she closes up. So you can talk to her alone? Bobby asked, his tone direct. Seth just stared at him, letting him know telepathically that this little game of Twenty Questions was over. Dont hurt her, Bobby harshly commanded. Bobbys attitude was not something Seth would have expected out of his youngest brother. He was confused over why Bobby would feel the need to protect Amber in the first place. Ambers had a tough time. She and Sophie are close. Shes like a sister to me. Trying to lighten the mood, Seth shot back, Well, as luck would have it, I'm like a brother to you. His little brother scowled. It's not a joke. And with that statement, Bobby turned and walked into Bella. Well, that was a good talk. After a few minutes, Bobby and Sophie walked out of Bella. Bobby nodded a solemn goodbye to Seth and Sophie waved cheerily, smiling brightly. That little exchange encapsulated the differences between Seth's baby brother and his wife. Bobby was serious and reserved and Sophie was sunshine and happiness. There was no one left in the store now. He might as well head in. He should know exactly what

he wanted to say to her, but he didnt. Since Alex had told him about the wedding three days ago, he had wanted to talk to Amber about it. As a Marine, his Force Recon unit specialized in extractions. Seth had never gotten nervous before a mission. Part of the reason he didnt was because there was always a very detailed plan of action. Of course anything could happen, things could veer off course and, nine times out of ten, they did. But you didnt go in blind and you always kept your focus on the objective. Which would explain why he was uneasy now. He was going in completely blind and with no clear game plan, no target in sight. He did have a broad objective. Basically it boiled down to this: he and Amber were going to be in his Alexs wedding together. He wanted to clear the air, to make sure that she was okay with everything. He didnt want there to be any weirdness between them. And he wanted to see her. There was that. He stepped out of his car and the cold air felt revitalizing and welcome. It woke up his senses, causing him to feel more confident and alert. He hadnt been sleeping all that well since he had returned home to Harpers Crossing. He felt that he could attribute his sleepless nights to two factors. One, he hadnt taken the time to get a bed yet, so he was sleeping on the couch which the landlord of his condo had offered to leave in the space. And two, since seeing Amber at his Jasons house the first day he had arrived, he hadnt been able to get her out of his thoughts - especially at night. His mind was filled with snapshot images of her, of her body, of her smile, of her eyes. And that was just the visual, his brain had also been bombarded with sensory memories of her. Her touch. Her smell. Her taste. His heart sped up as he opened the door and stepped into the warmth of the shop. It smelled fresh and sweet, just like Amber. A calm washed over him as he inhaled slowly. Amber was standing on a ladder beside the door hanging clothes on a high bar. She twisted around at the sound of the door, causing her to be knocked off balance. She screamed. Seth reacted on instinct and stepped behind her, catching her handily in his arms. Her arms automatically wrapped around his neck and her face tucked into his shoulder. His body instantly responded to the contact. God, she felt so good in his arms. Her soft body molded perfectly into his hard form. A strong impulse of need welled up inside of him. After a moment she looked up at him. Her rounded golden eyes flickered with awareness. He didnt trust himself not to do something he would regret later, so he carefully set her down. You scared me. I thought Sophie locked the door. Ambers breathing was unsteady and choppy. Seth didnt know if it was because of the scare, the fall, or if she felt the same intense desire that he did.

He needed to clear the air and get the hell out of here. Acting on his consuming lust would only create more issues and make an already impossible situation that much more difficult. Clear, concise communication was the tactic he needed to employ. Were going to be in the wedding together, he stated simply. Her mouth twitched and amusement danced in her eyes, Pleasantries and small talk are really not your thing, are they? No. She shook her head slightly from side to side, a small smile appearing on her face. He felt it hit him square in the chest. The smallest gesture, expression, sound, touch from this woman was more potent than any sexual encounter his and Amber's excluded - that he had ever experienced. His mind felt clouded with arousal. This was exactly why a clear and precise directive would have been an asset in this stop-by. He was too easily distracted by his raging hormones to think straight around Amber, so without a game plan, he was lost. He stood in front of her, stock still. He knew if he made any movement a step, a lean anything, his body would read his actions as a fall out permission to pass go full steam ahead signal. So he did not allow himself even the slightest movement. Neither of them said anything. However the simmering, combustible chemistry between them was speaking volumes. And awkward silences dont really seem to bother you either, her voice sounded shaky. Is this awkward? he asked, huskiness filling his voice. She breathed in through her nose, before parting her perfect full lips and exhaling, her eyes darkening with need. It isn't if we do something about this. Her hand gestured between them. Damn, he loved how blunt she was. Amber didnt play games like other women he knew. She seemed like the type of person who knew what she wanted and went for it. Unapologetically. He respected the hell out of her for that. His jaw ticked from his repressed desire. We cant. She let out a small, harsh puff of breath, Then, yes, Seth. Its awkward. Amber then turned and moved behind the counter. He couldnt tell if she was mad, or just frustrated. He knew he was frustrated, and not just sexually. Amber had somehow gotten under Seths skin and he just didnt know how to deal with it. That had never been an issue for him before. He had never wanted things he couldnt have. But, really - being with her was not an option. He didn't want to bring any pain or drama into her life, which would inevitably be the case considering how messed up he was. Not only that, but he also didnt want to damage the life that she had built here. Her friends. Her family. As Bobby had

proven out in the parking lot, she may not be related to the people here in Harpers Crossing, but they were definitely her family. So an affair did not really seem like a plausible solution. And, in all good conscience, that was all he had to offer. He had wanted to clear the air with her but somehow he thought he was just making things worse. She looked upset. Are you okay? he asked. She didnt look up from what she was doing behind the counter. Yep, she confirmed briskly. With us being in the wedding together? He just needed to make sure. Her hands stilled and she slowly lifted her head her eyes had grown dark once again but this time it didnt look like it was from need. Nope, definitely not need. She was pissed off. Yes, Seth. I am an adult. I think I can handle being in a wedding with someone I slept with one time almost a decade ago. She lowered her head and if he wasnt mistaken she rolled her eyes at him. No one ever rolled their eyes at him. He thought it was kind of cute. To be fair, it was more than one time. As soon as the words left his mouth he wanted to take them back. He shouldnt be flirting with her. Every time he was around Amber, somehow his best intentions seemed to fall by the wayside. She lowered his defenses easily and without even trying. Looking as though she was fighting a smile, Amber kept her eyes steadfastly down, fastened intently on her paperwork, Fine. Someone I slept with four times almost a decade ago. Five, he corrected. Her eyes shot up and her gaze narrowed. Then, slowly, a blush crept up her cheeks as her eyes widened in recognition of the memory. Five, she confirmed breathlessly. Could have been more, but you got scared and left, his tone was light and teasing, but underneath the statement there was a lot of emotion he was not comfortable with. I was not scared, she said firmly. But you left, he challenged. What in the hell was he doing? This was not what he had come to talk with her about. The past was the past. He stared at her. Her golden eyes were brimming with emotion. Every time he looked into those bottomless eyes, he felt their connection grow stronger, deeper. It was intense, she conceded, her voice barely a whisper, I was scared, I guess. A little. So was I, he admitted before turning to leave. When he reached the door he looked back over his shoulder and saw the look of shock on

Ambers face at his admission. Lock the door behind me, he instructed. She nodded. He stepped outside in the cold and was happy once again for the harsh drop in temperature. He had gotten more than a little overheated inside the store and cooling off was exactly what he needed to do. After Seth heard the lock click behind him he walked to his truck, trying for all he was worth to push down the reality of what that admission might have cost him. He never let people into his internal world and he had good reasons for that.

Chapter Seventeen
Oh my gosh, they are so beautiful, Amber, Jamie sniffed, tears filling her eyes. Katie and Sophie were modeling the bridesmaids dresses that Amber had designed for Jamie and Alexs winter wonderland-themed wedding. They were royal blue strapless floor- length gowns with a white faux fur wrap. I am going to do Chelles last since she just had the baby, Amber explained as she pinned the sides of Katies dress, making mental notes about the needed alterations. How is Chelle doing? Sophie asked as she waited her turn to be pinned. I saw her this morning. She was tired but deliriously happy, Katie smiled. Hows the baby? Amber asked as she was putting the final pins in. Baby Mya is doing so good. She is the prettiest little girl. Shes so tiny and she barely cries. Chelle said she gets up every few hours during the night, but that its not too bad, Katie explained. Was Joey an easy baby? Amber asked Jamie. He was until he started teething, and then he was pretty colicky. I dont know how you did that on your own, Sophie said solemnly. You were so young. Jamie had gotten pregnant her senior year in high school. The father of her baby had died when she was only four months pregnant. Amber wasnt sure where Jamies father was but she had told her that her mom had taken off to Arizona when Jamie was nine months pregnant. I just did what I had to do, Jamie shrugged, its not a big deal. Do you and Alex plan on having more? Katie asked as she stepped off the pedestal so Amber could pin Sophies dress for alterations. I think so, Jamie smiled, I always thought that it would just be me and Joey. I never even gave any thought to having another baby because I didnt plan on ever getting into another relationship. Alex says that he would love more, but hes happy with Joey. I think you and Alex are perfect together! Sophie exclaimed as she stepped up for her turn to be pinned for alterations. Katie and Amber agreed. Hes amazing. I think we're pretty perfect together too, Jamie gushed. Speaking of being perfect together, how are you and Seth getting along? Katie asked, her eyes twinkling as she walked back into the dressing room to change. Amber rolled her eyes. I notice you waited to ask that question until I was done poking sharp pins near your skin. My momma didnt raise no fool, Katie said loudly from inside the dressing room. The girls laughed and Katie emerged, dress in hand, a few minutes later.

So? Katie prompted as she took a seat next to Jamie. I thought you were the master detective, Amber teased her friend. Normally, yes my deductive skills are unmatched. But you and Seth, thats one not even I can solve without the inside track, Katie begrudgingly admitted. Well, sadly, even I dont have the inside track. So...you're out of luck. Amber was almost done pinning Sophie. She had closed the shop on time tonight for the girls' first fitting. Most of the time, if there were still customers shopping, she didnt rush them out or announce that it was closing time. Is it still weird? Seth being the, Katie dropped her voice an octave, Mystery Man? Not really. Now when I think of that night, I just think of it as the first night I met Seth, Amber explained. Aw, thats kind of sweet, Sophie stepped off the pedestal and went into the dressing room to change. I guess, Amber shrugged. Have you two talked? Jamie asked. Kind of. He came in the other night. I think he wanted to clear the air or something but not a lot was said. Ohhhhhh, Katies eyes lit up. No, it wasnt like that. Nothing happened. Words or otherwise, Amber quickly corrected the course that her friends' (dirty) minds were headed down. Oh, Katies face fell in disappointment. Amber was disappointed too. She wasnt really sure why Seth was holding back from her. If he were easier to talk to, she would ask him. But then, if he were easier to talk to...he wouldn't be Seth, she reasoned. Amber had never been the kind of girl to chase after a guy. She was always the pursued, never the pursuer. Yes, she was bold and went after what she wanted, but the wanting was always mutual. This was a unique case. Although she did think Seth wanted her, he definitely didnt seem like he wanted to be with her. She had to respect that - no matter how badly she wished things were different. Are you sure youre okay with being paired up with him in the wedding? Jamie asked, her brow now furrowed in concern. Of course, Amber said brightly, not wanting her friend to worry about anything on her big day. Jamie didnt look quite convinced, but Amber started asking her about the decorations and she

explained that Katies Aunt Wendy, who was a wedding coordinator, was handling most of it. Jamie and Alex had given her their ideas and Wendy was running with them. Wendy had been the wedding coordinator at Katie's and Sophies nuptials, as well. Chelle, on the other hand, had just gotten married in front of the Justice of the Peace at the courthouse. There were witnesses but not a ceremony, to speak of. They had held a small reception at Jason and Katies house afterward for friends and family, but it was very low-key. Amber sat listening to Jamie outline what Wendy was planning, and she was forced to wonder if she was destined to embody the old saying always a bridesmaid, never the bride. Until recently, she hadnt given much thought to marriage or her own personal happily-ever-after. She wasnt even sure what that would look like for her. She closed her eyes for a moment and a vision of Seth standing at the front of the alter flashed in her mind. He looked gorgeous in a black suit and blue tie that matched his amazing eyes. She could almost feel herself walking towards him Amber. Hearing her name snapped her out of her fantasy. She opened her eyes and saw a look of concern on her three friends faces. They were all standing, purses in hand. Are you okay? Sophie asked. Yeah. Why? We asked if you wanted to go over to Salvatores for a drink, Sophie explained. Oh, no thanks. Im pretty tired. I think Im just going to head home and get some sleep. Amber smiled as she stood and walked her friends to the door. If you are too tired, dont worry about helping out next weekend. We have plenty of hands. Jamie said. Jamie and Joey were moving out of the duplex that adjoined Amber's the following weekend, so that they could move into Alex's home. Jamie had initially said that she wanted to wait until after the wedding to move in together but it seemed that Alex had worn her down. The prevailing logic being that he wanted them all to be settled in the house by the time the holiday (and wedding!) rolled around so that they could have their first family Christmas morning together the day after their Christmas Eve ceremony. Even Amber had thought that was sweet, and she was not a romantic by any stretch of the imagination. Im sure Ill be fine after a good nights sleep. Okay, well, dont overdo it, Jamies voice was filled with concern. Yes, Mom, Amber smiled at her friend. Hey, its hard to turn it off, Jamie laughed.

After saying their goodbyes, Amber locked the door behind them and watched as the three ladies made their way to Salvatores, a steak house across the parking lot. Then, after shutting off the lights, she grabbed the two bridesmaids dresses that were ready for alterations and headed out the back. When Amber was setting the alarm in the employee break room, she felt an odd sensation wash over her. It reminded her of the feeling she had experienced the day of the break in. She remembered that in the self-defense class, Seth had said you shouldnt ignore your instincts. So, instead of going back into the shop to make sure everything was okay, she quickly set the alarm and rushed to get out of there. After locking the back door she hurriedly made her way across the (now brightly-lit, thanks to Seth) parking lot to her car. She rushed to put the dresses in the back of her car. She was pressing the button to unlock the Prius just as she felt something crunch beneath her feet. She looked down and saw shattered glass surrounding her car. As she lifted her head she noticed that both the passenger and drivers side windows were smashed in. Her car had been broken into. A feeling of alarm raced through her as she scanned the back parking lot. She didnt see anyone. But she felt that something wasnt quite right. Okay. What do I do? Amber's mind was spinning and she felt herself start to panic. She heard Seths voice in her head saying the most important thing to remember is stay calm. OK, good advice. She took a deep breath and tried to calmly assess the situation. She was alone in a deserted parking lot at night. Her windows were smashed. She felt like someone might be in her shop. It was a whole lot of bad. She grabbed her phone and dialed. Harpers Crossing 911, what is your emergency? the operator asked. My car's been broken into, Amber tried to remain calm and also stay alert and be aware of her surroundings. What is your name and location? My name is Amber Webb, Im in the back parking lot of the Cranston Center behind Bella. I have officers on the way, Amber. Would you like me to remain on the phone with you until they get there? Yes, please, Amber said, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. They talked for about five minutes until Amber saw lights flashing as a police cruiser drove into the lot.

Theyre here, Amber relayed to the operator as relief rushed through her. Officer Williams, who was one of the policemen that had come out when the shop had been broken into, stepped out of his squad car and Amber felt such a wave of relief that she had the urge to run to him and throw her arms around his neck. She could honestly say that she had never been so happy to see someone in her life. Sure, he wasnt the friendliest cop, but she was glad as hell that he was there! He had her walk him through the events that led up to finding her car. Another squad car pulled up and they took photographs of both of the broken windows. He asked to see the surveillance footage and she realized that she had no idea where the feed from those cameras went to. Amber was so mad at herself. She was not handling her business the way she should be and, more to the point, the way she normally did. Since Seth had returned to Harpers Crossing, Amber felt as though she had been walking around in a cloud. Almost like she was trying to see everything in a fogged up mirror. Nothing was clear. Well, time to clear things up and get back to normal. After informing Officer Williams that Seth had installed the system, and she wasnt sure if the video feed went straight to Titan Security or if Mr. Cranston controlled it, she answered all of his questions. A lot of them were the same questions that he had asked her the night of the break-in, or variations on that theme. Did she see anyone suspicious tonight, either inside Bella or in the parking lot? Did she have any enemies? Were there any disgruntled employees that she thought might be capable of this? Did she have any exes that she thought might be doing this? Amber truly did not believe that anyone she knew would do this to her. Officer Williams did not seem so sure. Im sure that whoever broke into the shop was just looking for money. The car windows were probably just some bored kids playing a prank. I'm sure they're random coincidences, Amber explained to him. He stared at her, his expression hard and unyielding, I dont believe in coincidences, maam. His tone was so stern that it sounded like a line from a movie. She had to stop herself from asking him if that was the tone he normally reserved for informing people that there was a new Sheriff in town. She didn't think he would appreciate her humor. Amber shook her head. God! These last few weeks had been so ludicrous, what else could she possibly do but laugh? Her Mystery Man was Seth Sloan. Her shop had been broken into. She had realized she was

falling in love with Seth. She was asked to be in a weddingwith Seth. And now her car was broken into and she was standing in the back parking lot with a cop saying I dont believe in coincidences, maam, in a tone that contained a level of gravitas that Moses probably didn't manage to achieve when doling out the Ten Commandments. What the hell. She needed sleep. No, wait. First, she needed wine. Then, she needed a hot bath. Then, and only then, she needed sleep.

Chapter Eighteen
Seth rolled his shoulder and tried to stretch his arm as he glanced at the clock in the dashboard of the truck. It was almost 11 p.m. He and Cam had had a meeting in Chicago and had gotten roped into going out for dinner and drinks with the potential clients they had met with. If there was one thing Seth hated it was networking. Cam was great at it. He worked the room, laughed at all the right times. As a team they balanced each other out. It had worked well in high school and it seemed they were still on a roll. Since Seth had come onto the Titan team they had signed every client they met with. Cam turned the radio down. Alright, dude, I wanted to talk to you about something. Seth looked at him. How would you feel about coming on as a partner in Titan? Seth had no idea what Cam was talking about. Titan was a family business started by Cams father, Charlie. They had never had a partner outside the family. I want to expand the business into several different divisions, one of them being private security. Im not talking about Paul Blart Mall Cop security, Im talking about guarding the president security. The president has secret service, Seth pointed out. I know the president has secret service. Whatever. President of a corporation, then. Or that Kid President on the Internet. Hell, even the band, Presidents of The United States of America! You know what I mean, Cams eyes were wide with excitement. It reminded Seth of when they were teenagers and Cam would get a brilliant idea to go TP someones house at 2 a.m. You think that many people are still so angry that they never had a hit after Peaches in 1996 that Presidents of The United States Of America has to hire security details this many years later? Whatever, you know exactly what I'm talking about. And if it prompted you to not only string more than ten words together, but even crack an - admittedly weak - joke, I know you're interested, brother. Im talking about personal security for high profile types. I want you to run it as a partner. I already came up with the name- Cams face lit up as he continued, Elite Security, or Elite Protection. Get it? Elite because you were in an elite unit in the Marines. Yeah, I can tell youve really thought this through, Seths tone was flat. Seth had known quite a few guys that had gone into that field when they returned to civilian life. He had kept in touch with a few of them, and it would be easy enough to get some more information about what kind of contracts they dealt with and what their clients needs were, etc. Seth knew he could not rely on Cam to deal with the details. Cam was good at the big picture kinds of things. In life and in business. If he agreed to this, one thing would need to be crystal clear -

it may be under the Titan Security umbrella, but the protection service would be Seth's division. Ill come up with a business plan and everything, but I just wanted to know if it was something you would consider, Cam asked. Ill consider it, Seth agreed. Sweeet. Cam reached to turn the music back up on the radio, but before his hand reached the knob, his phone rang. This is Cam, he answered. I dont know about any cameras up in Cranston Square. Cam looked over at Seth. Give me the phone, Seths voice sounded harsher than he had meant it to. Cam looked at Seth like he was crazy. Seth stared at him. Cam handed him the phone. This is Seth Sloan. Is there a problem at Cranston Square? There was an incident in the back parking lot and I am going to need access the security cameras. Who am I speaking to? Seth asked. Officer Williams, Harpers Crossing PD. I'll be back at the office in under ten minutes. I'll call you back with the log-in to the feed. Seth disconnected the call and handed the phone back to Cam. Since when do we have cameras in Cranston Square? Cam asked. Since I installed them on Thanksgiving, Seth replied. Cam shook his head. Holy shit! I cant believe you got old man Cranston to pay for a new system. He didnt pay. Amber paid for it? Cam asked. Seth knew that Cam would not let it go, so he said, I paid for it. You paid for it? Yes. You were that worried about Haley. Seth was sure at some point Cam would hear about his past with Amber and he would rather he hear it from him than through the grapevine. Amber and I, Seth paused, not knowing how to explain it, we know each other. Cam turned his attention from the road and looked at Seth, What do you mean? Like, you knew her before you came home? Yes. Like...in the biblical sense? Cam asked, waggling his eyebrows comically. Seth stared straight ahead. He watched as the headlights illuminated the Welcome to Harpers

Crossing road sign. They were almost back to the office. He needed to see that footage. He hadnt asked officer Williams what the incident was because he knew he probably wouldnt tell him. You dirty dirty dog you! How the hell did you swing that? Amber is freakin hot. I cant even tell you how many times Ive asked her out. Is that why you moved home? Why didnt you tell me you were together? Cam rapid fired questions at him. Were not together. That was the only answer Cam was getting. Sooo you purchased and installed a security system a several thousand dollar security system, mind you for a girl youre not even with, Cam laughed, Ive heard of flowers and candy, but, hell, I guess a surveillance camera is a nice gesture, too. Seth didnt want to get into it with his friend. Thankfully they were pulling up to the offices. As soon as the truck was parked Seth was out the door.

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Amber stuck her toe in the water to test the temperature. Ahhhh, perfect. She draped her robe over the chair next to her vanity, then she ran her fingers through her hair before pulling it up and twisting it into a knot on the top of her head. She rolled her neck from side to side, feeling calmer and more relaxed than she had inwell, maybe ever. Just as she was stepping into the bath, there was a knock on the door. Great. Visitors. She grabbed her robe and sighed as she made her way to the front of the house. She looked through the peephole and saw Alex and Jamie standing on her porch. Amber opened the door, Hey, guys, everything okay? We were going to ask you that. Alex said as he and Jamie stepped into the house, Jamie was rubbing her hands together and blowing on them. They both stared at her expectantly. Amber just stared at them blankly. When we were putting Joey to bed, he told us that he saw a police car drop you off tonight. And your car's not in the driveway, Jamie explained, still rubbing her hands. Oh, thaaaaat... Amber laughed. After two glasses (two large glasses) of wine, her car getting broken into had slipped her mind. Her memory might be slipping, but who cares? She was feeling gooooood. Yeah, my car got broken into tonight and so they towed it to the shop and gave me a ride home. Are you alright? Alex asked his brow furrowed.

Im fine. Amber waved her hand in dismissal. Jamie and Alex exchanged strange looks, the kind couples do when they want to communicate without speaking. Amber called it mental sign language. Im gonna head back next door," Jamie said. "I just wanted to make sure you were good. Jamie gave Amber a quick hug. Let me know if you need anything. Okie dokie. Amber smiled, giving Jamie a thumbs up. Jamie left and Alex moved to sit on the couch. Im fine, Alex, you dont need to stay. Go next door to your family. Amber pointed to the wall that separated the two duplexes. We havent really had a chance to talk in a while. Alex scooted back on the pillows making himself at home. Thats true, but I was kind of going to take a bath and that sounds like more fun. Sorry, Charlie. Err...Alex. Balex, Malex...nothing rhymes with Alex. Are you drunk? he asked tilting his head. I dont get drunk, she snapped. I know. Which is why Im asking, not just assuming. I had two glasses of wine. Im not drunk, she declared firmly. Okay, Alex raised his hands in mock surrender. Look, Ive just been so busy with the accident, and then meeting Jamie. I havent really checked in with you since the break-in and Mystery Man, I meanSeths homecoming. Her shoulders slumped with resignation as she crossed her arms and sat on the couch. Since Alex had gotten out of the Navy a few years ago he and Amber had become close friends. Their relationship kind of reminded her of the one she had had with Aaron. She knew she might as well talk to him because he wasnt leaving until she did. How are you doing with the break-in? Actually break-ins? Alex leaned forward and put his elbows on his knee. Amber shrugged, Fine. How about the stuff with my brother? Hows that going? Fine, Amber repeated. Amber, I know youre not big on spilling your guts and normally I am all for that. In fact, its always been one of my favorite things about you. But youve had a lot of shit go down lately. You shouldnt bottle it all up. Im fine. Im not bottling anything up, Im justdealing. Alex scrubbed his hands over his face, Okay, well. Have you heard from your mom lately?

A couple times a week, Amber answered honestly. And how is she doing? Shes drunk. Shit, Im sorry Amber, Alex said sincrely. That sucks. I know, thanks. Amber stood. Look, Alex, I appreciate you wanting to have a heart to heart but I really just want to go take a bath. Alright, alright, Alex stood and they walked to the door, I can tell when Im not wanted. I would hope so, I wasnt trying to be subtle. Amber smiled. As she opened the door, Alex pulled her into a hug. If you need us, call. Were right next door. Until next week, Amber thought sadly. Okay, thanks, she said as she hugged him back. What the hell is going on?! A deep voice harshly demanded from the porch. She screamed and jumped back. Alex quickly turned around, completely blocking Ambers view of the porch. After a few moments, Alex began to shake his head back and forth slowly. Wow, Seth. All this for 'nothing going on'. Alex, she heard Seths deep voice bark. Well, goodnight kids, Amber could hear the smile in Alexs voice as he moved to leave. As soon as his wide frame was out of the doorway, she saw Seth standing on the porch as he watched Alex leave. Hmmm...she thought, if looks could kill, Alex would be dead as a doornail. Why was Seth so mad? She was confused, aaaannnndddd...maybe a little tipsy. Seths eyes scanned back to her. Something flashed in them as his jaw ticked. He quickly stepped inside, causing her to move out of the way and he shut the door. What are you doing? she asked as she pushed him. He couldnt just come in here like he owned the place. Amber, he motioned his head down toward her chest. She looked down and saw that her robe was hanging wide open. Her lovely lady lumps as Fergie would say were on full display. Ooops. You have to quit sneaking up on me, Amber said as she quickly covered herself up and retied her robe. She looked up at him with an accusatory stare as she poked her finger into his chest. It fell open when I jumped to the ceiling 'cause you scared me. Its your fault I just flashed the neighborhood.

He just stared at her. She couldnt tell if he was mad, turned on, or maybe a little of both. That could be fun, she thought to herself and a smile spread across her face. Amber, Seth growled. Mmmm, she liked how that sounded. Seth, Amber tried to mimic Seths voice. He looked at her strangely. Yep, ok, she was definitely tipsy.

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Seth needed to stay focused. That was easier said than done considering he was rock hard from the peep show he had just been treated to. Nevertheless, he had to get some information. Important information. He couldn't lose sight of his mission objective. Why didnt you call me? he asked. Where the hell did that question come from? That was not the information he needed. Damn it, man, get your head in the game, he chided himself. Ambers brow furrowed as she shook her head like she was trying to clear it. What? Tonight. When your car was broken into, he explained. Ohhhhh. She nodded as if it was all making sense now, but then shook her head. Man, thats all anybody wants to talk about. Seth had the sneaking suspicion that Amber was drunk. How much have you had to drink? Two glasses of wine. Big glasses. Her eyes widened as she held her hands apart illustrating how big the glasses were. Im feeling good. Aaaannnddd...I have a bath waiting. So what can I do ya for? Seth tried not to smile, she was pretty damn cute when she was feeling good. All the anger that he had felt on the way over was gone. He was, however, still wound tight from worry. He didnt think anything could make that go away except doing something with her that he knew he couldnt do. His eyes scanned her, from the hair piled up on the top of her head all the way down her white fluffy robe to her bare feet sticking out at the bottom. Damn it all to hell, she even had cute feet. Amber began wiggling her toes in the carpet. Why are you staring at my toes? He lifted his head to find her staring down at her feet. Theyre cute, he answered. Her face scrunched up as her gaze met his. You actually think things are cute? she asked in disbelief. I think youre cute. Really? I dont think anyones ever said I was 'cute' before. Amber held up her fingers in

quotation signs. Youre cute. Seth could feel the walls of his self-imposed no contact order crumbling with each interaction he shared with Amber. He wasnt sure how he was going to stay the course with them being thrown together in the wedding. Every time he saw her it became more and more difficult to not touch her. Why didnt you call me when your car was broken into tonight? He knew it shouldnt bother him. But it did. She looked at him like he was crazy. Then held up her fingers as she began ticking off reasons. First, why would I? Youre not my boyfriend, youre not really my friend, youre just mymy...see? I dont even know what you are. Second, you should be proud of me, I did exactly what you said to do. I stayed calm. I didnt panic. I called the police. And third, and most importantly, I dont have your number, her voice raised in frustration. Seth pulled his phone out of his pocket. Whats your number? She gave it to him. After programming it into his phone he texted her with his. If anything else happens, call me. She stood up straight and gave him the same salute she had in the parking lot at the shelter. He felt his lips turn up as a smile spread across his face. He found himself smiling a lot when he was around Amber. Focus. He needed to focus. Information, thats why he was here. Pulling up the close-up still he had taken from the footage on the surveillance camera, he turned his phone around so that she could see the screen. Do you know him? Amber squinted her eyes as she examined the photo and then shook her head no. This is the guy who smashed in your windows. Her eyes widened. How do you know that? she asked, awe tinging her voice that Seth realized probably came more from the wine than the technology. We got it all on the cameras. You should be hearing from Officer Williams tomorrow. He'll probably want you to go down to the station to view the footage and try and make an ID. Okay, she said, looking a little shell shocked. I can go with you tomorrow, if you want. Down to the station. No, thats fine. I dont need you to. She shook her head as she wrapped her arms tighter around her waist protectively. I want to go with you.

She looked down at the ground. Her expression was tight, as if she were battling with something. He wasnt sure if it was the decision to let him go with her tomorrow or something else. He waited. Her head lifted as she asked, Why do you want to go with me? I just do, he answered honestly. He didnt know how to put into words the reasons why he wanted to be with her when she saw the footage. He knew it might be difficult for her to see it and he didnt want her to be alone. Seth knew that she had friends, and he was sure that any one of them would gladly go to support her. Hell, his whole family would. But he didnt want them to be there to support her. He wanted to be there. Okay, she finally said. The knot that had formed in his chest when he had heard about the vandalism relaxed just a little bit. He knew he should get out of there before he started listening to the pulsing need that was rioting through him. Or, putting it another way the way that he felt was probably more accurate, but that scared the hell out of him before he became incapable of ignoring the pulsing need that was rioting through him. Ill let you get back to your bath. Ill pick you up to go to the station tomorrow. He turned to go. Are we going on your bike? he heard her ask as he reached for the doorknob. Turning his head back to her he saw her eyes lit with excitement. Do you want to? he asked with a small smile, although he suspected he already knew the answer. Yes, she said, nodding her head enthusiastically. Okay, he replied, knowing full well that he wasnt sure if his heart could take another ride with her - but also knowing that there was no way he could deny her something that made her eyes light up like that. He turned to leave, but not before reminding her, Lock the door- She interrupted, -behind you. I got it. I got it. You know, it may surprise you to learn this, but I took pretty good care of myself before you showed up. He stepped onto the porch and turned back to find Amber standing with her hands on her hips, looking cuter and sexier than any woman had a right to look. An urgency swept through him unlike any he had ever experienced. He quickly closed the space between them and Amber tilted her head up to so that she could look at him. There was a hitch in her breath as her lips parted. Staring down into her hazel eyes, he saw they mirrored his own desire. I know you can take care of yourself. You are the most independent, self-sufficient woman I

have ever met. But Im here now. And I take care of the people I care about. Her eyes widened at his admission. You care about me? she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Yes. Oh, she said as the corners of her mouth - her perfect, lush mouth - turned up into a smile. The slow, sexy smile that spread across her face was as unhurried and as sweet as molasses, and it caused Seths already-racing heart to beat even faster. He felt as though it was going to pound right out of his chest. He needed to leave. He turned on his heels and headed down the steps. He needed to get the hell out of there before he did something he would regret. The second he pulled the door of his work truck shut, his phone beeped. He looked down and saw that it was a text from Amber. It read: Just in case you were wonderingI locked the door. He had actually been wondering that, as it happened. He smiled as he shook his head. Damn, he really liked her.

Chapter Nineteen
Amber sniffed, fighting back tears as she sat at Jamies kitchen table and wrapped another blue ceramic dinner plate in newspaper. You okay? Chelle, who was sitting across from Amber wrapping utensils, asked. Amber grabbed another tissue and wiped her nose, Im fine. Its just the dust. She reached her hand back to take another plate from Katie, who was handing them down from the cabinets, but Katie didnt release it. Amber looked up to see what the holdup was about. Its okay to be upset about Jamie and Joey leaving. You dont have to blame it on the nonexistent dust. Katie got down from the counter where she had been stationed and sat at the table next to Chelle. Amber's hands turned up. They only lived next door for a couple of months and I know Ill see them all the time. I dont know why I'm so upset. Maybe you dont deal well with change, Katie offered. Maybe, Amber shrugged. Also, youve had a pretty big month. Between the two break-ins and, well... Chelle glanced around furtively as she whispered, Seth. You dont have to whisper. He left with Jason over an hour an ago with the truck filled to the brim, Katie said matter-of-factly. Well, I dont want to announce her business to the world, Chelle explained. Katie and Amber looked at each other and, at the exact same moment, burst out laughing. Chelle, I think that ship has sailed. But thanks for the discretion, I appreciate it, Amber said sincerely. And thanks for the laugh, too. I needed that. No problem, Chelle smiled. Oh, and I tried the bridesmaid dress on after you dropped it by yesterday. Its so beautiful, Amber! I think youll only have to take it in a little bit. When did you want to do the final fitting? Next weekend, if thats okay with you guys. That way I have a week to finish up the alterations. Sounds good. And please bring Mya! Ill watch her while Amber is fitting you, Katie asked. Of course Ill bring her, Chelles face lit up at the mention of her daughter. She's a good little traveler. She loves to go in the car. And she loves people. I think she's gonna be a little social butterfly. Not to mention a little heartbreaker, with those looks! Katie enthused. Chelle laughed, Don't say that around her Daddy. Honestly, I feel bad for the future teenage

boys who think they're good enough to ask out Mya Sloan. They're in for a rude awakening. The girls laughed, and Katie added, Im still jealous that my mom and Aunt Wendy get her today. I need my Mya time. You were with her all day yesterday, came Jasons voice said as he, Riley, and Seth walked into the kitchen. I know, Katie said as she kissed her husband, in a tone that implied that she had no idea what one thing had to do with the other. Chelle looked meaningfully at the quickly-returning guys, then at Amber, and mouthed, See? She may not have used her voice, but Amber could hear the infusion of I-Told-You-So tone that would have filled it if she had. Amber smiled as she looked up to see the new arrivals and her gaze landed and locked on Seths crystal blue eyes. The intensity in his stare caused the hairs on her arm to stand straight up as goose bumps rose on her skin. He was so gorgeous. All the Sloan men were good looking, each had their own individual charm. But in Ambers mind what set Seth apart aside from her insane attraction to him was his presence. It was compelling. From the second she had met him in the bar, he had commanded her attention. Whenever he was close, she was hyper aware of him, whether they were alone or in the middle of a crowd of people. The instant she saw him she got goose bumps, she blushed, her nipples hardened. After sharing a passionate kiss with Katie, Jason grabbed some bottles of water from the fridge and handed them to his brothers. He turned to Amber, How are things at Bella? No more incidents since the car? Nope, everythings been pretty quiet. Amber kept wrapping the plates, moving her arms in front of her t-shirt, trying to hide her bodys reaction to Seth. How did it go at the police station? Katie said you weren't able to identify the guy who did it, Jason continued. No, Ive never seen him before. When they showed me the tape, it was a little disturbing, though. Its odd to see someone destroy your property. Plus, he just looked so angry. A chill ran down Ambers spine as the scene of the man smashing her windows with a baseball bat flashed in her mind. I wish you would have told me you were going, Katie said, I would have gone with you. Oh, I was fine, Amber tried to blow it off. I could have gotten someone to stay with Mya and gone with you, too. I hate thinking about you facing that alone, Chelle said as she reached across the table and patted Ambers hand. I wasnt alone. It was fine, really, guys. Really. Amber just wanted this conversation

dropped. Now. She had finished wrapping the plates so quickly that she had to move on to wrap the glasses. She wasnt looking but she felt everyones eyes on her. She just planned on ignoring it until the conversation naturally moved on. Who was there? Chelle asked. Officer Williams, Amber replied quickly. No, we mean who went with you? Katie clarified. Oh for the love of Pete. Why couldnt any of the Sloans, whether by birth or marriage, ever drop anything? I did, Seths clipped tone made it clear he did not welcome follow-up questions. There was an awkward moment of silence and then everyone started moving at once. Packing, cleaning. Ignoring. Oh, Lordy. It was going to be a long day.

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Seth picked up the last box out of the truck and a shooting pain stabbed his shoulder. He really needed to get into the gym like his physical therapist had suggested. Part of the reason that he hadnt was because, when he did go, the series of simple exercises only served to remind him of his physical limitations. He hated it. Your shoulder bothering you? Riley asked as Seth stepped off the truck. Im fine, Seth snapped as he brushed past his brother to the garage. When he stepped in he saw that Alex, Jason and Bobby were all having beers. As soon as Seth set the box down Alex handed him one. I still cant believe youre getting married, Seth said as he took a swig of his beer. It didnt surprise Seth at all that Jason and Bobby were married. They had always seemed like they would settle down. Both of them were romantics. Jason had loved Katie since kindergarten and Bobby had loved Sophie since nursery school. And even Riley with Chelle made sense to him. Seth had seen those two talking in their teens when he would pick Riley up from Chelles older brother Eddie's house. Even then, Seth had noticed that they had a strong connection. But, Alex? Alex was different. He was definitely never the romantic type. He seemed like he

enjoyed his freedom way too much to ever walk down the aisle. Alex smiled. Honestly, I never thought I would either. It wasn't like I was opposed to the concept, but it just never seemed like something I'd be interested in. But, damn, the second I met Jamie I knew. She was it. We can all attest to that, Jason smiled. His brothers laughed, talking about how Alex had first proposed to Jamie while he was in the hospital, hopped up on pain meds, the first night he met her. Seth really wished he could have been there to see it. From what everyone who was there had said, it was priceless. The garage door flew open and Joey, Jamies son and Alexs soon-to-be step-son, ran out. Hey, little man, Alex said as he ruffled his hair. That was the other thing that impressed Seth about Alex. Not only was he committing to Jamie, he was becoming a dad as well. He seemed to be slipping into the role seamlessly from what Seth had seen so far. Can I have one? Joey asked pointing to the beer in Alexs hand. Sure, Alex said as he opened the fridge. Okay...maybe Seth had rushed to judgment on Alexs new-found parenting skills. He was just about to say something when he saw Alex had pulled out a Root Beer for Joey. He popped the cap the same way he had with the beers and handed it to Joey. Joey took a big swig from the bottle and Seth noticed that the little boy leaned against the pool table in the exact same position as Alex. Throughout the day he had noticed that Joey was not only Alexs shadow, Joey also mirrored every move Alex made. The door to the garage opened again and Jamie stuck her head out. There you are, little man. Bath time. Joeys shoulders slumped as he shuffled dejectedly towards the door. Thanks so much for helping today, guys, Jamie said with a huge smile on her face. I've never had a move go this smoothly. Alex scooped Joey up and put him on his shoulders, then bent down and kissed Jamie saying, I love you. She looked up at him like he was her knight in shining armor, and Seth guessed he probably was. She placed a hand adoringly on his cheek and said, I love you, too. Well, on that note, I think Im gonna grab Katie and get out of here, Jason said, moving around Jamie and Alex to get into the house and find his wife. You need a ride? Riley asked Seth. Yeah, my bikes over at the duplex, Seth said as he and Riley headed out to Rileys truck.

As they made their way down the driveway, Seth saw Amber getting in her Prius across the street. She waved goodbye to them. He was tempted to catch a ride back with Amber, since she lived right next door, but decided that it wasnt a good idea. He had been having 'Amber withdrawals' since they had taken another ride together after she viewed the tape at the police station. All week, he had been tortured by it. Wanting to see her, but staying away. Pulled in two strong but opposing directions. He couldnt seem to make a decision about how to deal with her being in his life. He shook his head. This was not like him. At all. He was decisive. He was assertive. He was always in control. He never wavered. Today had only made things worse, more confusing. Seeing her with his family made him feel strange. She fit there. She belonged. He felt like if anyone was the outsider, it was him. Which made perfect sense, of course - she had spent the last decade here, and he had been gone. So you went with Amber to the police station? Riley asked as soon as they got in the truck. Seth just nodded. Look, I know its none of my business- That's right. Its not. Seth did not want to have this conversation. Did you know that I actually did go to New Orleans? Rileys voice indicated that he was going somewhere with his line of questioning. Seth remained quiet. He had a feeling that whichever answer he gave, Riley's speech was going to proceed along the same track, therefore answering would be pointless. Seth made it a practice never to say anything that was pointless. After Chelle and I came back from San Francisco, I left and went down there for a month. I didnt think I was good enough for her, you know? I thought I was too much like Mom. Seth couldnt believe what he was hearing. He turned to look at his brother. Why the hell would you think that? Youre nothing like Mom. I had my reasons, but the point is this: I got my head out of my ass and figured it out in time to keep from losing Chelle. Good. Seth wasnt sure why Riley felt the need to share that, but whatever. They were both quiet the rest of the ride and pulled up to the duplex just as Amber was pulling into her driveway. Look, all Im saying is - if there is something there between you two, if you care about her like I think you do, then do something about it. Get your head out of your ass. Seth was about to tell Riley that he could shove that piece of advice up his ass when he heard a

loud scream. His heart stopped. It was Amber.

Chapter Twenty
Ambers entire body shook as she stood in her doorway and looked around her apartment. It was trashed. All of the cushions were on the floor and her tables were turned over. Her flat screen had been pulled off of the wall and the screen was cracked. There was a huge gash where it had been attached. The room started spinning. This couldnt be happening! First Bella, then her car, and now her house. Why would someone do this? Stay with her. She heard Seth's sharp command and watched him move to the back of her house. She started after him, but felt an arm pull her back onto the porch. Stay here, Amber. Just let him clear the house. She looked up and saw Riley pulling his phone from his pocket. Yes, Im calling to report a break-in at 830 B Portola Ave. Riley Sloan. The resident's name is Amber Webb. Oh, hi, Ms. Lawson. Yes. Seth's inside. I'm outside with Amber. Ms. Lawson? Oh, right. Katies mom, Pam, was a 911 operator. Amber had forgotten that. Pam wants to talk to you. An officer should be here soon, Riley said as he handed the phone to Amber. Hi, Ambers voice sounded faraway to her own ears. Are you okay, hon? Do you need me to call Katie? Pam asked. Im fine, Amber said, even though her hand was shaking so violently that she could barely keep the phone against her ear. Amber, you need to sit down. Riley guided her to the rocking chair she kept on her porch. She felt herself lowering into the chair as if in slow motion, and she could hear Pam speaking on the other end of the phone...but Amber felt almost as if she was floating outside of herself. Everything was spinning and there was a loud buzzing in her ears that wouldnt stop. Riley took the phone back and knelt down in front of her, instructing her to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth. She did what he said, and was just starting to come back to her senses when she saw the lights of the squad car flashing. Man, she had had more dealings with the police in the last three weeks than she had had in her entire life. She reached down and rolled her bracelet around her wrist. She had almost left it at home today so that it wouldnt get damaged during the move. She was so glad she hadnt. Officer Williams was walking up the steps as Seth came out the front door, Hes gone. I believe the entry point was the bedroom window. Its smashed and there are footprints on the comforter.

Was anything stolen? Officer Williams directed the question to her. Im not sure, I havent been inside yet, she answered, her voice shaky. He motioned for the two officers that were with him to go inside. Let us take a look first. We'll collect any pertinent evidence. Then, when we're finished, you can go through and see if anythings missing. Amber nodded. Do you need me to stick around? Riley asked his brother. No. Were good, Seths voice sounded even deeper than normal, with an almost dangerous edge to it. Call if you need anything, Riley said as he headed back to his truck. Seth knelt in front of Amber, in the same spot where Riley had been just moments before. How bad is the damage? Amber asked, remaining as stoic as possible. Part of her didn't want to know, but she knew that she needed to prepare herself for what she would find before she went inside her home. The worst is in the bedroom and the front room. Seth stared into Ambers eyes. His gaze was intense but also comforting. He stayed in front of her. Neither spoke. Seth just silently offered support. Finally, Officer Williams walked back out. You can go ahead on in. Amber stood; her legs were wobbly. Her entire body was shaking. She felt Seths arm wrap around her waist. He leaned in and said quietly, You can do this. Im right here. She took a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other. She walked into her house and felt Seths grip tighten to hold her up. Stepping over her belongings, currently strewn across the floor, she carefully made her way to the bedroom. All of her dresser drawers had been pulled out and dumped. The armoire, which had been passed down to her from her grandmother, was tipped haphazardly on its side. She picked up her antique jewelry box and saw that it was empty. After getting down and looking around on the floor and then under the bed, she glanced up at Seth who was standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. She liked that he wasnt hovering, yet stayed close in case she needed anything. I think he stole my grandmothers earrings and necklace, she said quietly to Seth as she held up her empty jewelry box. Officer Williams, who must have been just outside the door, stepped into the room. Can you describe the missing jewelry? The earrings were two carat diamond studs and the necklace had a chain just like this, she showed him her bracelet, with a two carat diamond pendant on it.

After sifting through the contents of her dresser, she noticed that a few of her panties were missing as well. She only noticed it because they were the couture underwear she had bought in Paris. She didnt think it was significant but figured she better say something. There are several pairs of my underwear missing as well, she said feeling ridiculous saying it out loud. Officer Williams cleared his throat. Can you describe the...uh...missing underwear? Although Amber certainly wasn't enjoying the situation in any way, shape, or form she had to admit that it was slightly amusing to see the tiniest of cracks form in Williams' granite-like demeanor. And all over the topic of underpants. One is white satin with a pink bow, one pair is red silk, and two are black lace. Damn! Why couldnt the pervert have taken the underwear that didn't cost her $500? A creepy feeling came over her knowing that some stranger had something of hers that was so intimate. Of course, it bothered her that he had taken the earrings and necklace, but she had never worn them. They werent her style. They didnt feel personal, not like her bracelet. She wrapped her fingers around it feeling a little better knowing it was safe and on her wrist. She stood torn between wanting to clean up and wanting to get out of there. We need to ask you some questions. Officer Williams statement made Ambers heart sink. The last thing she wanted to do was answer the same questions over and over again. Still, she nodded resignedly. Better to just get it over with. She remembered Seth telling her that the damage was the worst in the front room and bedroom, so she suggested, Why dont we go into the kitchen for that? Seth let her pass in front of him and as she walked, she felt his hand rest on the small of her back. Just that small contact made her feel less overwhelmed. Having him by her side made her feel like she could face almost anything. As they sat around her kitchen table, which thankfully was still in one piece, Officer Williams took out his notebook. He flipped it open and began asking her variations of the same questions that he had asked after Bella had been broken into, and again when her car had been vandalized. She answered all the questions the same way she had the two previous times, except one. The critical one. No, I dont think that this is a coincidence anymore. This is obviously personal. And you said youre not dating anyone currently. No, Im not. Even casually? Officer Williams raised his eyebrow. Amber knew what he was implying, but casual sex wasnt really Ambers cup of tea.

I went out with someone a few weeks ago. We went to dinner once. I met him there and left alone. It was nothing serious. How did you meet him? I was set up by Wendy you know, Pam Lawson's sister? She had taken a karate lesson from him and thought he was a nice guy, and that we would hit it off, Amber explained. Has he contacted you since the night you went to dinner? Yes, hes called a few times. And he's texted. Did he ask you out again? Yes, but I told him I wasnt interested. Look, I really dont think he has anything to do with this. Hes a really nice guy. Officer Williams did not look impressed by her character evaluation. Whats his name? I think its time I have a talk with him. Brad Porter, but honestly I think it would be a waste of time. He really does not seem like the type to do this. Besides, I know for a fact hes not the man who broke into my car. Ive never seen that man before. Officer Williams closed his notebook. Thats all for now. Ill let you know if we have any more questions. He rose from the table. Do you have anyone you can stay with until we catch this guy? No, Ill be fi- Yes. She does. Seths deep voice startled Amber and she jumped. He had been so quiet during this whole thing she wasnt expecting him to say anything. Officer Williams looked back and forth between Seth and Amber, probably trying to figure out why she almost jumped out of her skin when he had spoken. I thought you said you werent dating anyone, he said as his eyes suspiciously narrowed at her. Im not. I mean...were not dating. Amber motioned her hand between herself and Seth. Officer Williams took a step closer to Seth. I remember you when you were growing up. You got in a lot of trouble back then. Yes, sir, I did, Seth stated plainly, offering no excuses or explanations. He stared at the older cop with respect, but his gaze also made it clear that he was not in the slightest bit intimidated. She wasnt sure how he managed to do that, but he did. Officer Williams backed down, as Amber suspected most people did when faced with that look from Seth. The older cop's face softened, if only slightly. I expect you've grown up quite a bit since then, he conceded.

Yes, sir, Seth said evenly. Williams nodded. Well, we'll be going, then. You have my card, right? he asked Amber, who nodded. Call right away if you remember anything, or if you discover anything else is missing, Williams instructed Amber before turning to leave. Amber was surprised to see that Williams actually patted Seth gruffly on the shoulder as he passed through the doorway on his way out of the kitchen. Amber shook her head in amazement. What was this effect that Seth Sloan had on people?

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Seth knew that some people in this town would not be able to let go of his past. He was actually surprised it had taken Williams this long to bring it up. He didn't blame the man. Hell, if he were in charge of Amber's safety in any official capacity, he'd probably be uneasy about leaving her in the care of a former miscreant, as well. Seth followed Williams to the door so that he could lock it and secure the deadbolt after the cops had left. When he returned to the kitchen, he saw Amber sitting with her elbows on the table and her head dropped in her hands. Amber. She looked up him and he noticed her skin looked pale. Do you need help packing a bag? he asked. What? No. Her brows furrowed as she shook her head as if trying to clear it. I mean...Im not leaving, so I dont need to pack a bag. Fine, he answered. Her eyes widened in surprise, Wow, I would've thought you'd have had more to say about that. Seth just stood there silently, so Amber stood and walked past him. Well, thanks for everything. I really appreciate it. Ill call if I need- Seth knew Amber wasnt going to like this. Im not leaving. Her head jerked up. What? You're not staying here by yourself. Look, Ill be fine. I can take care- Amber, Seth interrupted. Either you come to my place or Im staying here. You will not be

alone until we catch this guy. Amber looked around her tossed front room and he could see that she was resigning herself to the inevitable - realizing that it was somewhat difficult to argue from any kind of position of authority when you stood, surrounded on all sides by your violently trashed belongings. She took a deep breath and sighed, If I go, I have to bring my sewing machine to finish the bridesmaids dresses. A sense of relief washed over him. Where is it? Ill put it in your car while you pack. She walked into the laundry room that was off the kitchen and Seth saw that Amber had made quite a workstation for herself back here. There were two sewing mannequins, a state of the art sewing machine on what looked like a custom table, as well as a ton of different fabrics and drawings. It was amazing. Is this where you design? A small smile tugged on her lips. I design everywhere - in the grocery store, at the DMV , in the doctors office. Everything inspires me. This is where I work on the designs I feel are good enough to produce. I like it, he said and he really did. The space felt likeAmber. Thanks, pride filled Ambers voice as she looked around the room. Do you need the table and the mannequins too? Yeah, I guess I do. The table folds and I just need one of the forms. Both should fit in my backseat. She headed out but not before touching Seths arm and saying, Thank you, Seth. For everything. Im so glad youre home. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Her touch on his arm had immediately shot a jolt of arousal through him. His body did not seem to understand what his mind knew, which was that her touch was innocent. He tried to shake off his lust and get his mind focused on the task at hand. As he packed up her sewing machine, his mind went to work trying to piece together any clues it may have missed. He needed to figure out who was harassing Amber. Even though Officer Williams was now looking at that guy Amber had gone out with once as a person of interest, Seth didnt think he had anything to do with it. Which wasn't to say that Seth didn't hate the guy for the simple crime of going out with Amber that was a given. But Seth knew in his gut that Brad Porter wasnt the person behind all of this. Seth had a feeling that this was the work of the man that vandalized Ambers car, and that he was the same man that had also broken into Bella and assaulted Amber. It was all there, in the rage he exhibited as he crushed her car windows. This was highly personal. Which made it all the more strange that Amber had never laid eyes on the man. Who was he? What was Seth missing? The man had to know Amber...but Amber didnt know him. So, was he a stalker? Was he

obsessed with Amber? Was that why her panties had been stolen? Seth may not have had all the answers to his questions, but he did know two things for sure. He wasnt going to let anything happen to Amber, and he would find the person doing this and stop him. That was indisputable.

Chapter Twenty-one
Seth felt the corners of his mouth twitch as paid the delivery boy at his front door. The poor kid had almost tripped over himself when he had seen Amber walk by to go into the kitchen. Seth didnt blame the guy. Amber had that effect on people. Seth shut the door and brought the pizza box to the table. Ambers stomach growled. Hungry? he asked. I love pizza. Almost as much as brownies. She opened the lid and grabbed a piece. Seth smiled. He was not only glad to see her eating, he was also glad that she wasnt one of those women who felt self-conscious eating in front of people. He had spent time with several women like that and it had always frustrated him. Plus, the sight of Amber stuffing her face was in such opposition to the air of elegance and grace that she effortlessly exuded that, well - it was just damn cute. Seth went to grab a beer out of the fridge. Do you want a beer? No. She shook her head explaining, After the hangover I had last week from my wine, I think Im good. But Id love water. Seth grabbed a couple bottles of water and sat down at the table. He picked up a slice of pepperoni pizza and, as they sat eating in companionable silence, he realized how strange it was that she was here, in his apartment, and they were eating pizza. After a couple of slices, Amber looked around and asked, Are all of your things still in boxes somewhere in the back, or have they not arrived yet? I dont have a lot of stuff. This is it. Oh. Okay. Amber nodded as she took a drink of water. Seth looked around his apartment and saw that it was pretty bare. He had gotten a lamp to put beside the couch and a small black coffee table to hold the remote. Besides those things, he had the couch (which had come with the apartment), his flat screen television, and the kitchen table at which they currently sat. Other than that, the place was empty. The main reason he had rented this place was because it was a secure building and you had to be buzzed in to enter. He had a lot of family in town and they loved to pop by. Seth liked the buffer that the extra step provided. It seemed to make him less accessible. And, he had chosen this specific unit because the far wall was floor to ceiling glass that overlooked the river. Watching the river at sunset had quickly become one of his favorite things to do. He had moved around so much in the military that he had always kept only the essentials. It made relocating less of a chore. So, because of that, he didnt have furniture, or much in the way of small personal items either.

I like to keep things simple, he explained. Obviously. Amber smiled as she pulled out another slice. Her phone rang and she pulled it out of her purse. Hey, Katie, she said as she answered the call. She paused. Im okay...No, you dont need to do that. Im staying at Seths. Seth could hear Katies scream through the phone from across the table. Amber smiled and her eyes danced with amusement at her friends reaction to her new living situation. How did that happen? Amber said. Seth assumed she was repeating Katies question for his benefit. Well, Seth said that it was either I stay with him or he was staying with me. I couldnt pass up the opportunity to see where the mysterious Seth Sloan lived. He knew she was giving him a hard time. He shook his head at her; her smile just got bigger. Well, she said looking around once more, its not cluttered, thats for sure. His smile grew even wider. He had to admit, he found her very sexy when she was being a smart ass. Whats he doing? Hmmm...well, currently, hes sitting across from me eating pizza. And if my mind reading skills are up to par, then I would say he desperately wants to call me a smart ass right now. Seth lifted his water bottle and nodded his head indicating she was correct. Okay, I will. Thanks for checking on me. Love you, too. Bye. Amber hung up the phone and set it on the table. She and Seth sat in silence; staring at each other. Did you ever imagine we would be here, sitting in your apartment, eating pizza? No, he answered honestly. Me either. Then she lifted her finger, pointing as if she just remembered something. Well, actually thats not true. I imagined us in all kinds of situations. I think, if I recall correctly, one of them was actually eating pizza. Although you had a fireplace in my version. She brought her water bottle to her mouth. He wasnt sure if she was kidding. Did you really think about me? About us? She sputtered a little, almost choking on her water. Then she looked at him as if he was a couple of cards short of a full deck before asking, Are you kidding? No. I thought you knew about the whole Mystery Man thing. Her face still filled with disbelief. Jason said something about it, but I didnt ask what he meant. I see. Umm, so...yeah. You could definitely say that I thought about you, she said as she stood

and cleared the paper plates. A lot? he asked even though he knew he really shouldnt be going down this line of questioning. Depends on how you define a lot. Every day. Oh, well, by that definition then, yes. A lot. She dropped the plates in the trash and came back over to the table. After seeing the look on his face she asked, Does that really surprise you? Yes. Why? Because you left. Even to himself, he sounded like a broken record. A childish broken record, at that. He really needed to let it go. Amber was dealing with enough without him adding his shit on top of it. Never mind. She sat back down at the table, pinning him with her stare. Do you know why I was in DC that night? No. She swallowed hard and he saw her eyes were filling up with tears. Amber, stop. It doesnt matt- No. It does matter. I want to tell you. Her voice was a little shaky but her eyes looked determined. I was there to receive a purple heart on behalf of my brother, Aaron, who had been killed ten months before in Afghanistan. He was more than just my brother, he was my best friend. Tears began falling down her face. He was the only sibling I had, and growing up it was just my mom, Aaron, and me. My mom took his death even harder than I did. She started drinking. Heavily. By the time we went to DC, she had already been through one rehab stint. At the ceremony, she made a big scene. It was a nightmare. I had finally gotten her back to her room and into bed when I came down to the bar that night. When you sat down, honestly, I had never had that kind of an immediate reaction to someone. I couldnt even look at you. Then you stepped in and took care of that asshole, which just magnified it. We went up to your room and...well, honestly it was just so much to process. Too much, after the year I had just had. I dont handle emotional things well, and I know it was just a one night stand, but - It was more than that, Seth interrupted. He wanted to hear what she had to say but watching her sit across from him with tears streaming down her cheeks was breaking his heart. Right, yes. But you know what I mean. I think I panicked because the connection I felt with you was so Intense, he offered. Yes. Intense. She nodded her head. I woke up in your bed and started thinking about what

the possible outcomes would be when you woke up. I didnt know what to expect or how I was supposed to act. I know this sounds ridiculously clich and you dont have to believe me, but I dont have one night stands. I believe you. Neither do I. She nodded, looking pleased that he had said that. And I was young. I was only twenty-two. What? Seth asked in shock. Then he realized that he was only twenty six at the time, and that made him feel better. Yeah. Thats young, right? It shocked me too when I was talking to the girls about it after your homecoming party. My point in saying all of this is not to make excuses, but just to explain to you why I left. I want you to know that night was one of the best nights of my life. It just happened to occur in the middle of the worst time in my life. Amber felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She didnt know if anything, other than friendship, would ever happen with her and Seth. She did know, however, that she felt better having explained her behavior. Do you know why I was in DC that night? Seth asked, a darkness falling over his gaze. No. Ambers heart jumped. Seth had never opened up to her in any way before. She realized she was holding her breath in anticipation of what he would say.

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Seth felt his heart pounding and his palms were sweaty as he sat in front of Amber. He knew what he wanted to tell her, but he wasnt sure where to start. I dont know how much you know about my mom. She suffered from bi-polar disorder. She got sick, the first time, right after Jason was born. I was four then. She left when I was ten. By the time she moved out, most of her days were spent in bed, crying. But, there were a few occasions in those last few months that she had happy days. One of those times was when I was on a field trip to Washington DC. She wasn't scheduled to chaperone, but on the spur of the moment, she flew out there anyway. We were all supposed to be going to see the Washington Monument, but she pulled me away from the group. She said that sightseeing with the class was boring and she wanted us to go off on our own. I knew that I shouldnt leave, but she was so happy. I just wanted her to stay happy. So I went with her. She took me all over the city that day. I have no idea how long we walked. I just remember her smiling the whole day. Even though my mom was sick, she was still my mom. With four little

brothers in the house, I didnt get a lot of one-on-one time with her. That day was the best day, and the last day, I spent with her. We ended up at The Four Seasons having dinner. She was telling me all about what her dreams had been when she was growing up. How she had wanted to be a model and live in New York. I saw a completely new side of her that I had never seen before. I had never seen her as a real person with ambitions and dreams. She was just my mom. Seth paused. He hated thinking about this next part. After we had been there probably three hours she excused herself to go to the bathroom. She didnt come back. Some of the hotel staff eventually called the police to report an abandoned kid. The police had been looking for me all day since my teacher had reported me missing. I dont remember how long I sat there waiting for my mom to come back, but after what felt like a long time, a policeman came to the table and took me down to the station. They found my mom passed out, drunk, in an alley nearby. I went home with my class and my mom moved out right after that. I went back to the hotel that night because August 14, 2005 would have been my moms fiftieth birthday and I just wanted to remember the last time we spent together. Tears started falling down Ambers face again and she reached out to hold Seths hand. As soon as he felt the pads of her fingers brush against him, awareness spread through him like a wildfire. Im so sorry, Seth, she sniffed. Seth looked down at their hands. Ambers was so delicate. She had such beautiful, thin fingers and they were such a stark contrast to his. He wrapped his large hand around hers. He heard her suck in an audible breath but he didnt look up at her. He watched as he brushed his thumb across her wrist over her bracelet. He could feel her pulse racing as he rubbed her silky soft skin. Every time they touched, it was like an explosion of desire detonated inside of him. There was no slow build to it. It was instantaneous. It was powerful. It was consuming. He wanted so badly to tug her arm and pull her to him. He wanted to touch her. To hold her. To lose himself in her. But that wouldnt be fair to her. He couldnt be what she needed. He was too messed up. There was just too much darkness in him. She needed a good man. He was not a good man. Somehow, he was able to reach deep down into the depths of his being and find a well of selfcontrol that, until this very moment, he hadn't even known he possessed. He slowly pulled his hand away from hers. He immediately missed the contact. We'd better get some sleep, he rasped, even though he knew that with Amber just a wall

away, sleep would be impossible. He looked up when she didnt answer. He saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes looked a little glazed over. Amber. What? she said, sounding as if she was coming out of a fog. I would offer you the bedroom, but since theres no bed in there, I think you'd be more comfortable on the couch. You dont have a bed? she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. No. Then what are you going to sleep on? The floor. You cant sleep on the floor, she stated as if the idea was completely ludicrous. Ive slept on worse. Believe me. This is ridiculous. You are not going to sleep on the floor. I can just go home or to a hotel or stay at - Amber. I want you to stay, his tone came out sounding harsher than he had intended it to. Okay, she answered immediately. He breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so right, having her there. He didnt want her to be anywhere but here with him, even though he wasnt sure he could afford what her presence would cost him. She had only been there an hour and he had already decided that he could probably never enjoy a pizza there again...without her.

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Amber held pins between her lips as she pulled the side of Chelles dress tighter. She couldnt believe how much weight Chelle had dropped in the last few weeks. Amber was going to need to do some serious alterations on Chelles dress. The wedding was still a week away, and if Chelle continued to drop weight at this pace, Amber was going to be altering it the day of. You look ah-may-zing! Katie exclaimed as she bounced baby Mya in her arms. Thanks, Chelle said. Its the breastfeeding. At least thats what people keep telling me. Amber pulled a pin from her mouth. That might be part of it, but I think that it has to do with genetics, too. Gotta have good genes. Speaking of good genes, hows Seth?

Seriously Katie. How is that segue justified? Amber shook her head at her friend. Chelle and Amber had been at Bella for an entire twenty minutes and neither of them had mentioned anything about her new roommate until now. Amber was shocked it had taken this long to bring him up. Seth is a Sloan. Are you seriously going to argue that those men dont have good genes? Katie said, sounding extremely proud of her rejoinder. Good point. I concede. That was actually an excellent segue, Katie. What it lacked in subtlety it made up for in creativity, Amber said as she began pinning the bottom of Chelles dress. Thank you. Now spill, Katie said, her voice high as she cooed the baby while simultaneously grilling Amber. Katie was a great multi-tasker. Sorry to disappoint you, but there is nothing to spill, Amber said. Oh, come on. Youve been there a week and you're going to tell me nothing has happened? Yes, Amber said, and she heard the frustration bleeding into her voice. The first night I was there, we had dinner. After dinner, there was a moment where I thought...you know... maybe. But that moment passed, and has not come around again. I know hes keeping his distance from me, I just dont know why. Have you asked him? Chelle asked. No. What am I supposed to say? Hey Seth, thanks for letting me stay with you. You have been such an amazing friend. Ummm, quick question, do you wanna have sex? Katie's face lit with excitement. I will give you one hundred dollars if you say that to him. "Never gonna happen," Amber said flatly. Katie burst out laughing. Chelle and Amber exchanged a look to see if the other knew what was so funny. Through her laughter Katie explained, "Sorry, I just keep picturing Seths face if you actually said that to him. As the picture of Seth's shocked face flashed in Amber's mind she looked up at Chelle and they all burst out laughing. Regaining her composure, Amber finished pinning the dress and Chelle stepped into the dressing room. Katie asked So you guys still havent talked aboutstuff? Amber reached out to hold baby Mya. Katie begrudgingly handed over the baby. We did. The first night I was there. We cleared the air while we were eating pizza. Since then, though, Seth just inhales his dinner, says hes tired and he goes to his room. I have no idea what hes doing in there, though. He doesnt have a TV or even a bed in there. He doesnt have a bed? Chelle asked as she stepped out of the dressing room.

Nope, he sleeps on the floor, Amber answered. Why doesnt he just buy a bed? Katie asked, reaching for baby Mya again. I dont know, and has anyone ever told you youre a baby hog? Amber said as she gave the baby back to Katie. Yes, people tell me that all the time, Katie said, smiling as if it was a point of pride. So how are you doing with everything else? Are they any closer to catching the person responsible for all the break-ins? Chelle asked as she took a seat on the loveseat next to Katie. No, theyre not, Amber admitted dejectedly. Officer Williams went and talked to Brad, that guy I went out with a few weeks ago. He had airtight alibis for both the store and my duplex breakins, though. Not that I thought even for a second that he had anything to do with it. They were just following up on every possible lead. Are you scared? Katie asked, her tone serious. No. I think I would be if Seth wasnt around. Somehow I just feel like he wouldnt let anything happen to me. Amber knew that that may sound absurd, but it was the truth. I know he wouldnt let anything happen to you, Katie stated as if it were a fact. I dont know what his deal is or why he is holding back. However, I do know two things to be true: hes a Sloan, and he loves you. Those two things combine to mean that he will do everything in his power to keep you safe. Amber felt her mouth drop open at Katies words. Her heart skipped a beat at the possibility that Seth loved her; even though she knew Katie had no basis for her declaration. Katie, thats insane. Seth does not love me. He avoids me, and he barely speaks to me. I know. I didnt say he was the master communicator, or that he doesnt have abandonment issues." Katie paused, waiting until she caught Amber's eye, her gaze conveying her absolute seriousness as she continued, "Amber, do you remember when you pulled me aside before Sophies wedding? When you told me that I was a lucky girl and that you knew from the way Jason had been looking at me all weekend how much he cared about me? Because I do. I remember your exact words. You said, 'Sometimes when things are right in front of us, we don't appreciate them. But if I ever had a man look at me the way that Jason looks at you, I would think twice about letting him go.' Well, I am telling you that Seth looks at you like he is head over heels, madly in love with you. Its intense. At Thanksgiving I thought I was going to have to spray you both down with a hose to cool you off from the heat your stares were causing. Amber looked at Chelle, who had been quiet during Katies speech. Chelle just shrugged and said, I think Katies right. I think he really cares about you, but Im not sure he knows how to deal

with what he feels. Ambers phone beeped and she ignored it. Her mom had been calling all day but she hadnt had the time (or energy!) to talk to her. Amber had a lot on her plate and sometimes she needed to limit the amount of energy she expended dealing with her mom. This was one of those times. Chelle gathered up baby Myas diaper bag and they all said their goodbyes. Amber tried to mentally dismiss what her friends had said. She was pretty sure that what they were seeing was just lust, nothing more. Seth couldnt love her. Could he? God. Could he?

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Hows Amber? Bobby asked Seth as they waited in Richards Formal Wear for their tuxes. Fine. Seths clipped tone conveyed clearly that he didnt want to discuss the topic of Amber. She must have been pretty shaken up about her apartment, Alex continued, obviously not picking up the cues Seth was sending out about wanting to drop the subject. Or just flat out ignoring them. Seth was not in the mood to deal with his brothers. Not only had he not really slept at all for the entire week Amber had been staying at his apartment, but also his shoulder was killing him from spending every night on the floor. Common sense would dictate that he should just go out and buy a bed. That was logical. Seth knew it. But Seth also knew that he was only a man. His convictions might be strong, but he wasnt delusional. The temptation would be too great if he knew Amber was sleeping in his bed every night. It was bad enough that she was out on his couch. The bell that hung over Richard's front door sounded and Seth looked over to see Jason and Riley walking in. He figured that they were there to pick up their tuxes as well. At least, they God damn better be, he thought. If they stopped by for the express purpose of interrogating me about Amber, they're gonna quickly find out that was a wasted trip. Jason sat down next to Seth and gave him a jaunty wink. You look like shit. Not getting much sleep now that Ambers moved in? Seth ignored Jasons comment, and his wink.

How are things going over at Casa de Sloan-and-Temporarily-Slash-Webb? Jason persisted. Fine, Seth replied calmly, continuing to stare straight ahead. He was going about this all wrong. If his brothers saw that they were getting to him, they would never drop it. Hows Amber? Riley asked. Fine. Seth maintained his cool demeanor. Alex turned to Seth. I have a question. Do you know shes fine because youve talked to her and shes told you? Or did you glean that piece of intel through osmosis? Shes fine. Seth did not feel like he needed to explain his actions to his little brothers. She was alive. She was safe. She was fine. Richard, the owner of the formal wear shop, came out carrying Alex, Jason and Bobbys tuxes. He instructed the three men to go try them on to make sure that they didnt need any more alterations. When his three youngest brothers went into the dressing room Riley turned to Seth and, speaking quietly, asked, Did you think about what I said? Have you had a chance to talk to her? We talked about DC the first night she was there. Seth told his brother. Rileys brows lifted in surprise. Did you tell her about mom and the field trip? Seth nodded. And? Riley looked at Seth like he should have more to say. And nothing. What do you mean nothing? Shes been there for almost a week. Seth remained quiet. He knew how long Amber had been sleeping a few feet away from him. He couldnt think of anything else. You havent talked to her since the first night she got there? Riley asked looking at Seth like that was impossible. Im giving her space. Seth knew Amber was going through a lot and he had forced her to move in with him. He wasnt going to force her to hang out with him too. Are you giving her space or you space? Do you even know if she wants space? It doesnt matter, Seth stated. Why? Riley asked. If there were one brother that Seth would actually talk to about this, it would be Riley. Not only was he the closest in age and they had always been close growing up, but Riley had been in the military for almost as long as Seth had. If anyone would understand, it would be Riley. You know what its like over there Riley. Seth leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. You do things and see things that change you. I can't put that on her. Amber deserves a hell of a lot better than me. So youre saying Chelle deserves a hell of a lot better than me?

Seth knew the point his brother was trying to make, but it was different. Its not the same. Chelle knew you before and loved you. It is the same. How long she loved me isnt the point and you know it. Its not about the past, its about the present. If you care about her like I think you do, dont let the past dictate your future. I learned that lesson in time to be with Chelle. I hope you figure out your shit before its too late. Alex and Jason came out in their tuxes. Before the swell of pride Seth felt at seeing his little brothers looking so fine and formal even had a chance to swell through his chest, his brothers started arguing over who looked better. Seth shook his head, the ghost of a smile playing around his lips. He sat back on the couch and tried to absorb what Riley had just told him. He had had a lot of time to think, over the last week, while he wallowed in his self-imposed bedroom exile. After he and Amber had talked, he had realized something important about his feelings about Amber leaving in the middle of the night in DC namely, that the fact he had been holding it against her all these years had far more to do with his mom than it did with her. He also had to admit to himself reluctantly, because it scared the hell out of him that he was really enjoying the knowledge that he would be coming home to Amber every night. He carried it with him throughout the day, like a small touchstone that he used to anchor himself to something sure, something warm, something positive. Anytime he felt frustrated, annoyed, angry...hell, even bored...anything negative all he had to do was cast his mind to that single fact: when he arrived home, Amber would be there. Instant contentment. As much as he tried to warn himself, increasingly harshly, that it was stupid to do that and he shouldn't get used to it...well, it didn't matter. Seth's mind had a mind of its own, so to speak, and it seemed hell-bent on thinking about Amber whether the logical part of Seth's brain approved of it or not. Oh, sure, he justified his feelings. He had been trying to convince himself, for instance, that it was just because he knew that if she was staying with him, then she was safe. And, yes, that was definitely part of it. But the truth was, he just liked having her there. He had to admit it to himself. If you couldn't be honest with yourself, what did you have? He liked having Amber Webb living in his condo, and that was the God's honest truth. And that had surprised him at first, because he was a very private person and normally did not like anyone in his space. Apparently, like so many other things in his emotional life when it came to Amber, she was the exception to the rule. Hell, it seemed that when it came to Amber and his heart, there were no rules. The truth was, though, that it didnt change anything. Seth knew that nothing he felt, nothing Riley said, and nothing Amber thought could change who he was and the dark places he had been. He

wasnt going to bring that into Ambers life. Period. She deserved better.

Chapter Twenty-two
Amber pulled the soft fabric slowly through the sewing machine as she sang along to the Internet radio station she was listening to on her computer. She had set up her workstation beside the large bay windows in Seths apartment. As she sat listening to music, working on Chelles dress, she realized that, in that moment, she was happy. Really, truly happy. This was odd, considering her current life circumstances, but Amber decided to just go with it and enjoy the happy. She turned up the music on her laptop and removed the pins from the left side of the dress so she could run it through the sewing machine. Just as she started feeding the material under the needle, her phone rang. She took her foot off the pedal as she reached for her purse. When she saw the screen, she knew her temporary moment of bliss was now officially over. Hi, Mom, Amber chirped, trying to use false cheer to conceal her disappointment at the interruption. Hi, Sweetie, her mom whispered. Is everything okay? Amber asked as her chest tightened with concern. Oh, yeah, it's fine. Although her mothers voice was barely audible, Amber could still hear the tension below the surface. I just dont want to wake Bubba. Amber tried not to roll her eyes. Seriously? Bubba? Where are you, Mom? UmwellseeI was actually calling to see if you could Amber waited, knowing that her mother was probably going to ask her to send money. Um, its just... the volume of her mother's voice dropped ever lower, and Amber struggled to follow along. She could barely make out the words. Amber reached over and turned the volume down on her laptop. She covered her other ear to try to block out any other noise. She could tell that her mom was whispering something but she couldnt make it out. Mom, I cant hear you. Her mom continued speaking, but the volume was still low enough to preclude Amber's understanding of her mother's pleas. Panic rose inside of her. If it was money that her mom wanted, then she would just ask. She wouldnt try to be quiet. Something was wrong. Mom, can you go in another room to talk? Amber's hands shook, but she strove to keep her voice even. The last thing she needed was for her own panic to make her mother's situation even more volatile. I cant hear you. Amber heard shuffling on the other end of the line, and then what sounded like a door closing.

Next, she heard what sounded like a faucet being turned on. Now can you hear me? Her mother asked. She was still whispering, but now it was intelligible. Yes. I think, um...I was wondering if maybe you could What, Mom? What do you need? Amber stood and started pacing around the room like a caged panther, coiled tension coming off of her in waves. She couldnt sit still. She felt too anxious. I was thinking it might be a good idea if you came and got - Susan! What are you doing in there? Who the hell are you talking to? A mans voice yelled in the background. Amber assumed that it belonged to the unfortunately-named Bubba. Its just Amber. I wanted to see if she could send me some money, her moms voice was shaky. Amber recognized the too-bright tone as one she often used herself. Wow. That must be where she had gotten it. Well what did she say? Is she gonna give us the money? Mom, if you need me to come get you, I can. Just tell me where, Amber spoke quietly so that Bubba couldnt hear her words through the phone line, even if he was standing close to her mom. She needs to know where to send it, her mom said. Tell her to put it in your account, he responded gruffly. Can you just put it in my account? her mom asked sounding as if she was about to start crying. Mom, if I put money in there, will you be able to get away? Amber knew that it wasnt the best solution. But, dammit, she had no idea what else to do. Sure that sounds great, her mom said in her faux-cheery voice. Im transferring it right now, Amber sat at her computer and pulled up her bank account, her fingers shaking on the keyboard. Mom? Mom? She didnt hear anything. She looked down at her phone and saw that the call had ended. Amber, Seths deep voice sounded from behind her. She closed her eyes for a split second, taking a deep breath. It felt like the first time she had drawn breath, in fact, since she had heard Bubba's voice on the other end of the line. God. Even in the most trying circumstances, one word from Seth could calm her nerves immensely. Her hands were still shaking on the mouse as she navigated to the transfer screen in her bank account, but not nearly as much as they had been shaking a moment ago. Without turning her head, she said tightly, Hold on one second. She clicked through and transferred five hundred dollars to her moms account. She hoped that it would be enough to get her mom out of whatever situation she was in. Away from Bubba. As Amber pressed send, she tried to calm her breathing. There was nothing she could do now but wait.

Are you okay? Seth asked. I will be. Do you want to talk about it? The question reminded her of the night in DC. He had asked her basically the same question when they had gone up to his room. She responded the same way she had then, with a crisp, No. She turned and saw Seth and her mouth began to water. He stood before her in a crisp white shirt, red tie and black slacks. She took it all in. The shirt. The tie. The slacks. Suddenly she felt like she was back in that dimly lit room, full of brass and mahogany. Visions of the night they had spent together exploded in her mind like fireworks. Do you want to eat? Seth nodded his head towards whatever he was carrying. She looked down. He was holding Chinese food bags. Her heart warmed at the sight. Each night this week he had brought dinner home. It was quickly becoming her favorite part of the day. Sure, he didnt really talk a lot while they ate, but that didnt matter. That was justSeth. Seth had his own way of doing things. One of the things he did was make her the best coffee every morning. She had gotten quite used to waking up and seeing him in the kitchen, usually shirtless, as he brewed it. The first morning she had been there, he had asked if she wanted any, and how she took it. Every morning since then, he had made her a cup, exactly how she loved it. A perfect cup of coffee served to her by a shirtless Seth Sloan; not a bad way to start the day, no matter how you sliced it. In fact, the only thing that would make it better was if you threw in a little morning sexy time with a shirtless Seth Sloan! Amber was trying really hard to not get used to being here. It was harder than she had first assumed it would be. They had fallen into daily routines seamlessly. She no longer felt like a guest here. In fact, she had gone back to her duplex once to pick up some things, and she wasnt sure if it was because of the break-in, or what but it didnt even feel like home anymore. This felt like home. Which was bad. Very bad. She needed to keep her distance if she was going to have even a sliver of her heart and soul left to cling to when this thing was over. I just have a little more to do on Chelles dress. Im gonna go ahead and finish up. You can start without me if you want. She turned back and started sewing again. She heard Seths footsteps as he walked across the wood floor of the front room into his room and shut the door. She figured that he had decided to retreat to his room early so she turned her oldies Pandora station back on while she worked on Chelles dress. Otis Reddings (Sittin on) The Dock of the Bay started playing and Amber lost herself in the music; the feel of the fabric, the soft buzz of her sewing machine. She was just finishing the dress when she heard her stomach growl. She really didnt feel like

eating. In fact, she had completely lost her appetite since the call from her mom. Still, obviously her body thought she needed food. She turned, and as she was making her way across the room to the kitchen, Seths door opened. All of the air rushed out of Ambers lungs in an involuntary whoosh. Oh. My. God. Seth stood before her, the sleeves on his white shirt rolled up and the top two buttons at his neck unbuttoned. She didn't think she had ever seen him looking so...she supposed she would describe it as 'effortlessly casual GQ.' Are you done working? he asked, his clear blue eyes locked with hers. Amber nodded. She couldnt speak. Do you want to talk about that phone call? Seths tone was filled with concern. Amber felt tears begin to form in her eyes as she shook her head in the negative. It was all too much. The break-ins, her mom, Seth. Especially Seth. She was having a hard enough time not falling deeper in love with him without him being caring, for God's sake! Then, add into the mix: his sexier than sin body, his captivating eyes, his intelligence, his commanding air, his self-assured demeanor, and...Oh, Lordy...the explosive chemistry they shared well, she didnt have a shot in hell at holding on to her heart. Do you want to eat? he asked, his brow furrowed. Again she shook her head. Her body felt heavy. She didnt know if it was just the past weeks catching up with her or if it was the fact that she had been having trouble sleeping knowing Seth was in the next room. She had been tempted - several times, in fact - to just strip naked and knock on his bedroom door. Instead of sleeping, she had been having fantasies of how that little scenario would play out. Do you want to dance? Seth asked, stepping closer to her. What? she asked, not really following along. Her mind felt like it was thousands of miles away. Then she heard the music playing from her computer and suddenly she was back in the here and now. Do you want to dance? he repeated slowly. She knew she shouldnt. There were danger signs flashing in her mind. Her self-protective walls were trying to withstand the flash flood of desire she felt, urging her to lose herself in Seths arms. As she stared into his vivid blue eyes she felt her carefully-erected walls crumbling. As the soft melody of Hall & Oates' Sara Smile filled the room, Amber's emotions overrode her logic. She nodded silently as she stepped towards him. No words were necessary. The instant his arms wrapped around her and he pulled her tightly against his firm body, she melted. She closed her eyes and as she and Seth swayed to the soft music. The poetic lyrics drifted through the air.

Baby hair with a womans eyes I can feel you watching in the night All alone with me and were waiting for the sunlight When I feel cold you warm me And when I feel I cant go on, you come and hold me Its you and me forever Resting her head on his broad shoulders, she felt safe. She felt protected. She felt loved.

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Seth held Amber closely to him. She felt so perfect in his arms, his thumb rubbing in circles on her lower back. He may not be able to be with her, but he wanted no, he needed to comfort her in this moment. He had tried to stay in his room but he just couldnt, not with the sight of her hands shaking as she hung up the phone playing in his mind on a loop. It had broken his heart. He was trying desperately to keep his distance, but the need to fix whatever was hurting her was just too strong. He couldn't ignore it. As her body pressed against his, he had to tame the urge to lay her down on the couch and make her forget any hurt, any sadness, any fear that she had ever felt. He wanted to strip her down, to give her pleasure to replace all of that pain, and just let her feel. The words that she had spoken to him the night they met all those years ago came back to him now. I want one night. One night where I can forget. One night where I dont have to think. One night where I dont have to take care of anyone. One night where I dont have to make any decisions. I want one night where all I have to do is feel. He knew that he could do that for her, even if that was all he could offer her. He could give her one night. He could feel himself growing harder and harder as she swayed against him. Need rocketed inside of him. He remembered every inch of her body, her curves. His body instinctively moved with hers in a seductive rhythm. Is there going to be dancing at the wedding? she lifted her head and asked softly.

He smiled to himself. He thought it was cute that, even though she was obviously upset, she couldnt stand a long silence. He liked that he knew that about her. Yes, he answered her. She looked up at him, her champagne colored eyes shimmering with the glow from the moonlight streaming in through the window. Are you bringing a date? That question stopped him short. He hadnt even thought about another woman since he had stepped foot in Harpers Crossing. Then something else occurred to him. If she was asking the question, then there was a good possibility that she would be going with someone. Hadnt she said that she had been out on a date just a few weeks ago? Damn. Are you? he asked. The thought of seeing her with another man made his stomach knot up. There was a twinkle in her eye. I asked you first. No, he answered honestly. I dont think I am either, she said as she laid her head back down on his shoulder. That was vague. You dont think you are? he asked, wanting clarification. No. A few people have asked, but I would rather be there... she swallowed as she looked up at him with a vulnerability in her eyes that caused his chest to ache, ...with you. His breath was coming short and ragged. His heart was pounding. He knew he needed to talk to her. He needed her to be clear on where they stood. But he had no idea how to make her understand especially since he didnt. Amber, we cant be together, he said bluntly. She blinked a few times. He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. As her large eyes stared deeply into his, he felt as though she could see all the way to his soul. Okay, she said softly. That was it? She wasnt going to ask why? She wasnt going to get upset or angry? So you do want me to go to the wedding with a date? she asked. No, he answered automatically. Shit, what was he saying? He didnt play games. He didnt send mixed messages to women. Yet here he was doing both of those things. Her mouth turned up in a smile of amusement. God. He knew that look, he had seen it on the face of other women he'd been with. It was the look they got when they thought they had the upper hand, and all they had to do was reel him in.

Amber was the first woman to wear that expression that just might be correct. That was dangerous. He needed to shut it down. Amber, his warning tone did not seem to affect her. Her stomach growled loudly. Time to eat, she said brightly as she turned and walked into the kitchen. He shook his head. Watching her go, he realized that never had his instincts been in such direct opposition with his logic. Internally, for Seth, those two vital forces that guided his life were usually pretty well on the same page. Even his decision to be medically discharged, which was one of the most, if not the most, difficult decisions of his life hadn't cause an internal battle like the one that was currently being waged inside of him when it came to Amber. He knew he wasnt good for her. He was too fucked up. He had done things that had changed him, broken him. But, by the same token, he wanted her and not just with his body. With his heart, with his soul. In fact, in many ways, he already felt like she was his. His to care for. His to protect. His to love.

Chapter Twenty-three
His large hands grip her hips tightly. His blue eyes locked with hers. The wall feels hard and cold against her back as he rocks his length against her mound, still covered with her silken panties, now dripping wet with desire. Is this what you want? The deep and resonant timbre of Seths voice vibrates through her entire body. Yes, Amber says, filled with delicious anticipation. His mouth finds hers as he brushes his lips lightly against hers in dizzying torment. She leans forward, seeking deeper contact. He remains just out of reach, not permitting her to deepen the kiss. A frustrated moan escapes her mouth as she closes her eyes. Her head falls back against the wall as she focuses solely on the tingling ache that the exquisite pressure and friction his stiff shaft is causing as it rubs against the neediest part of her. Her hips move in a sensual motion as she grinds her swollen sex against his rigid erection. Amber feels her chest rising and falling at a rapid speed. Her heart beat quickens. She licks her lips and they part as her breathing deepens. Open your eyes, Seth harshly commands. Immediately her eyes open and she lifts her head, her body instantly responding to his virile power. She finds his gaze, now dark with passion. Keep them open. I want you looking at me when you come. His bold words cause a thrill to run down her spine. Her hands knot in the hair at the base of his neck as a feverish rush spreads through her, electrifying every single nerve ending in her body. Instinctively her hips grind harder against him as the broad head of his sex erotically strokes her pleasure button. Her climax feels so close as tremors race through her. Please, she begs seeking release from his sensual torment. Stepping out, his legs spread farther apart. His strong muscled thighs brace her up, pinning her against the flat surface of the wall. His strong hands tilt her pelvis slightly and the new position causes even more intimate contact. One hand curves farther around her hip as he kneads her firm flesh. His other hand skims her waist as his fingers travel up her torso. He cups her full breast in his hot palm, rolling her pebblehard nipples between his fingers as her breathing becomes choppy. The pleasure building inside of her becoming unbearable as a roaring urgency pulses through her. His eyes are glowed with a primal inner fire as heat radiates off his body as he asks, Do you want to come?

Yes, Amber says with a shuddering breath. A knowing look flashes in his eyes as his long, thick fingers squeeze around her luscious mound. He bends his head. His hot, wet mouth covering the tip of her breast. The suctioning swirl of his tongue around her beaded knot of flesh sends a sweet shock of pleasure directly to her core. Seth, his name a desperate plea on her lips. His teeth graze over her taut nipple, biting softly before stroking his tongue across her ultrasensitized peak. After lavishing attention on one breast he quickly moves to the other, alternating his sensual assault on her senses. Oh, yes. Yes, even to her own ears her encouraging words are raspy with need. She can feel his length pulsing with need as it presses against the wet warmth of her sex. She wants more. She wants him inside of her. She needs to feel him embedded deep in her body. Seth, I need you, desperation permeates her voice, Please Seth. Amber, his voice sounds far away. She tightens her fingers around his hair and thrusts her chest into his mouth. But, she cant feel his lips or tongue on her. Amber, his voice sounds louder as her body begins shaking. She closes her eyes trying to pull herself over the edge. She is so close if he would just keep licking her. Touching her. Why did he stop? She opens her eyes and as they focus she sees Seth up sitting beside her. Why isnt she against the wall? She shuts her eyes again, squeezing them tight as she wills herself to be back up against the wall. Amber, concern, not passion, laced Seths raised voice. Ambers heart still raced as she opened her eyes once again. Deciding to take a different route and not look up because she knew what she would see, she looked down and saw that she was fully clothed and lying on Seths couch. She moved her head to the side and realized that he sat beside her in black sweats and a white shirt. As her eyes traveled up his body to his face she noticed a line between his eyes where his brow furrowed. Then the realization of the dream she had just been having hit her like a thunderbolt. Oh, crap! She scanned Seths face as he loomed over her. His face was etched with worry. She knew from the intense look in his eye that, he would probably want a few answers about her nocturnal behavior. Her stomach dropped. She wanted to sink into this couch and hide. Why did she have to have that dream? Here? Tonight? And if she did have to dream why couldnt this be like Nightmare on Elm

Street, where Freddy Cougar could pull her down through the couch cushions with his razor sharp claw hand? Even that would be preferable to facing Seth while he wore the expression that was on his face right now. Amber sat up slightly, attempting to gain some measure of equal footing in the impending verbal exchange. Or, you know, at least to feel slightly less vulnerable. She ran her hands over her hair, smoothing it down as she smiled weakly. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Hating awkward silences (especially ones following her being caught having a sexay-time dream) and not knowing what else to say, she went with, Hey. Seths jaw twitched. He did not look like a happy camper. Oh, boy.

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Seth tried to calm his heart as it hammered hard against his ribs. When he had heard Amber calling his name, saying she needed him, something had come over him that he was not used to feeling. Panic. He ran out of his room, expecting to see her in danger. Hurt. Not tossing and turning in a fitful state of sleep. But now Amber was awake. She was sitting up. She was speaking. Are you okay? he asked. Yep, she said as her lips turned up into a tight smile. She looked unsettled. Not upset exactly but notokay. He stared into her eyes to search for a clue as to what could have upset her. She could be upset about the break-ins. She could have been having a bad dream. Her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened as she looked at him asking, What? Did you have a bad dream? Nope, she said, shaking her head as a rose-colored blush crept up her cheeks. His eyes narrowed as he continued staring at her. He understood if she didnt want to talk about it, but he hated the idea of her being scared or upset, even if it was just in her dreams. Amber he hesitated, knowing better than most what it felt like to not want to talk about something. Her lips pursed, and her face was pasted into what was if he was not mistaken a very deliberate mask of neutrality. Hmmm You can talk to me, he stated simply.

Im good, she shot back quickly, pulling the light blanket that was covering her legs up to her waist. The movement caused his eyes to dart down and he noticed that her nipples were hard beneath her thin pink tank top. His gaze traveled back up to her face and he noticed that the flush was deeper than it had been just a moment ago. Her lips were full and her breathing was choppy. She lookedturned on. Amber pulled the blanket up even farther and licked her lips nervously as she looked down. A stray piece of hair fell across her forehead. He lifted his hand and, as he brushed it back, his fingers skimmed her soft skin. He heard a catch in her breath as she looked up at him through long, inky lashes. Her greenflecked golden eyes were shimmering in the rays of moonlight shining through the window. God, she was so beautiful. He shouldnt ask. He should stand up. He should go back in his room. He didnt. Did you have a sex dream? he asked. Yep, she nodded. He had never met a woman as straightforward as she was. He found it incredibly hot. About me? he clarified. Yep, she repeated, sounding none too happy about her admission, but nevertheless, not backing down. His groin hardened instantly. Is this the first one youve had? It shouldnt matter. Why was he torturing himself? A strangled laugh left her lips, No. He could feel his nostrils flare as he asked, Do you have them often? Define oft Her hand waved dismissively, Oh screw it. Yes I have them often. Okay. There. Her head tilted in challenge. She crossed her arms below her below her breasts causing them to push up into mouthwatering mounds. As he stared down at her chest he said, We cant be together. Youve made that clear, her tone was flat. He turned away from her so that his elbows were resting on his knees. His heart rate was speeding up, but it had nothing to do with fear. This was an entirely different kind of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He flexed his hands as his body strung tight with need. What happens? Umm, I guess well be friends...? she sounded unsure. He turned back to her, his voice raw and rasping. In your dreams. What happens in your dreams? She didnt answer him right away. He waited.

Licking her lips he saw that her eyes were filled with a little nervousness and maybe a little excitement. Mostly they are just a replay of that night. Sometimes it starts at the beginning, sometimes it starts in the middle. She shrugged. Usually I wake up before the good parts. The good parts, he repeated. Yeah, Ive basically had dreams filled with foreplay for eight years, she said with frustration filling her voice. Its been good times. What do you do? A look of confusion fell over her face. When you wake up? Her lips formed a circle as she breathed, Oh. A small seductive smile played on her lips. He waited. She didnt say anything, just kept staring at him, her eyes sparked with arousal. He held himself absolutely still with barely-controlled restraint. Amber, he growled. What? she asked faux-innocently. He stared at her. A stare that had broken assassins, terrorists, traitors. She just smiled.

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Her stomach felt like it was the inside of a dryer, tumbling over and over again. Not from embarrassment. She knew that a lot of girls might be really embarrassed in her situation. But she wasnt most girls. She did feel a little nervous but it was more of an oh-I-cant-wait-to-see-whathappens-next kind of heightened anticipation than a true state of nervous embarrassment. Ambers pulse quickened at his line of questioning. She knew exactly what he was asking. But no way was she gonna let him off that easy. If he wanted details he was going to have to come right out and ask her for them. She smirked. She would love to see what effect her answers might have on Mr. We Cant Be Together. Seths shirt pulled taut across his back as he sat beside her. She shamelessly took in the powerful line of his shoulders. She felt a fluttering of tingles deep in her core. Her eyes followed the slope of his shoulder, over his bulging bicep, down his strong, muscled forearms to his large, capable hands. She knew what those callused, work-worn hands felt like on her body. She knew the kind of

out-of-this-world pleasure those hands could give her. As she stared at his thick fingers, she could still feel the heat of his potent stare on her. She lifted her head and took just a moment to appreciate how unbelievably sexy Seth Sloan was. The contrast between his compelling blue eyes and jet black hair, his smooth olive-tone skin, his strong and firm features all combined to create a classically handsome face. When you added to that his physical perfection the air of confidence and authority he embodied, the effect was pure, unadulterated sexuality. Tonight, when they had slow danced, she had felt truly alive, for maybe the first time in her life. Her body, mind and soul had experienced an awakening the likes of which she had never before experienced. The closest she had ever come to that feeling of euphoria in the past were, first, the night with Seth in DC, and, second, the night she had gotten on the back of his bike here in Harpers Crossing. Tonight, as she had swayed in his arms, her body pressed tightly against his muscular form, she had felt so safe, so protected, that she could justbe. To have the kind of passion that they shared in addition to the safety and comfort he made her feel, multiplied by the fact that she was one hundred percent certain that she was in love with him, equaled a once-in-a-lifetime connection. Seth may not know how to deal with what was happening between them, but she had seen in his eyes that he cared for her. She had certainly felt that he was physically attracted to her. And his actions had shown her that he wanted to protect her. He had gone out of his way more than once, as a matter of fact to make sure that she was safe and taken care of. Amber was logical, pragmatic. She knew that he was holding back. She knew that since he was holding back, he had a good reason. She wasnt going to push him about being in any kind of a committed relationship. She was a patient girl. It may take some time, but she had faith in him and his ability to realize how special what they shared was. He had never given her any reason to doubt him. But, as far as their physical relationship went...well, between the erotic dreams and the slow dancing, the bike rides, and the self-defense class not to mention a near-constant stream of smolderingly intense shared stares she was at her breaking point. So, what the hell. If she needed take the necessary action to tip things in her favor, then so be it. Did you want to know something, Seth? she asked, knowing full well that he might be planning on sitting there quietly, brooding in sexual frustration all night. She, however, had other plans. His eyes flickered with either passion or irritation before he turned away. It was hard to tell with Seth. Could be either. Probably a little of both. Since it was a toss-up, really, she decided to

proceed on the assumption that it was passion. A tortured passion, but still. His head dropped down, he looked at his hands as they flexed. The innocent gesture sent a thrum of delight zinging down her spine. Hmmm, who knew someone flexing their hands could be so hot? Her body responded with acute awareness. Seth? his name sounded like a question on her lips as need threaded her voice. When he looked back at her, his stare was not one of torture, indecision or confusion. Rather, it was one of power and command. I want you. Those three little words caused both her heart and her lady parts to instantly flood with excitement. Okay, she managed to say hoarsely. His electrifying eyes were dark with passion, in stark contrast to his tone, which was steady and even as he said, I need you. Even better. Okay. This wont change anything, Seth firmly stated. She knew he meant it. He believed what he was saying. Okay. She would pretty much agree to anything if it meant that he would touch her, kiss her, take her to places that only he could. Her breathing was deep and shallow. Her sex pulsed with need. She tingled in anticipation. Seth remained perfectly still, seemingly unaffected by the same overwhelming lust that was crashing over her in waves, one right after the other. She knew that she couldnt rush him. She had learned that lesson during the one magical night they had spent together. She had also learned that whatever he had in store for them would be well worth the wait. After either several seconds or several minutes (she couldnt really say in her lust-fogged state), he stood slowly. Deliberately. His hand reached down to her, but did not touch her. He pulled the light throw blanket that she had been using to cover herself off of her in one quick and efficient movement. As soon as the cool air hit her bare legs goose bumps broke out on her skin. Amber shivered, both from the temperature and from the look in Seths hungry eyes as his gaze raked down her body. His predatory perusal felt erotically charged. She lay before him in a pink tank top and black lace panties. Nothing else. Her heart pounded hard at the promise of what was to come. She looked down to see if her hammering heartbeat was

noticeable through the thin material that covered it. Nope. Seth moved with graceful confidence and sat beside her feet. She immediately missed his nearness. He felt so far away. She ached to kiss him. To touch him. Take your panties off, he smoothly commanded. Hello! She sat up straighter, swallowing hard. Her hands held a slight tremor as she hooked her thumbs in the lace strings at her hips. Bending her knees she slipped the soft fabric down her legs. After sliding her feet out one by one, she dropped the black undergarment to the floor. Somehow, sitting before him wearing only her tank top felt more intimate and exposed than if she were completely nude. It excited her. Saliva filled her mouth as she lifted her eyes to his, anxiously awaiting his next directive. He didnt speak, just stared at her intensely. She couldnt look away from him, his powerful magnetism was intoxicating. She felt a flush rise up her neck and in her cheeks. His stare alone was causing her to feel a little lightheaded. How often do you have the dreams? Are we seriously back on that?! Fine. A couple times a week, give or take. Why talk dreams when reality was so tantalizingly close? Dreams, shmeams, Amber needed to move this along! Do you ever touch yourself when you wake up from them? his tone remained calm but she noticed a muscle flick in his jaw. Whoa. She was having a hard time forming a response to his blunt question. The truth seemed like the best way to go. Yes, she finally breathed out an answer. She heard him take in an audible breath through his nose. They sat, continuing to stare at each other. The air between them was thick and alive with desire. Normally she wasnt a huge fan of long pauses, awkward silences, but right now she couldnt form a sentence even if she wanted to. Which she didnt. Do you think of me while you touch yourself? he asked spacing the words out evenly. Yes, she said with a soft, anxious sigh. Show me, he decisively instructed. His rough voice and provocative request sent a shock of acute pleasure straight to the crux of her thighs. A flash of heat spread through her like a wildfire at the thought of him watching her while she pleasured herself. Okay. She could do this. It was Seth. She trusted him completely. Her hand shook as it moved

over her hip. She felt her belly quiver as she ran her hand across it. Her skin was soft beneath her touch. Her palm grazed over the small, manicured patch of hair above her core, sending a zinging sensation straight up her arm. Go time. Her heart beat even faster as she spread her legs to accommodate her hand. She tried to steady her breath as her hand moved lower, her fingers brushing the moist heat of her sex. An appreciative groan escaped Seths mouth and it was all the encouragement she needed to carry out his seductive command. In fact, now that she was committed, she was kind of getting into the spirit of it. She smiled a little to herself. She thought that she could give him quite a show. Closing her eyes, Amber concentrated on the wicked arousal she felt as she explored her female flesh under Seths watchful eyes. Gliding her fingertips over her soft, damp lips, she spread her wetness over the hood of her sex. She reveled in the increasing pleasure that built in her core from the deliciously sensual act she was performing. Slowly rubbing her finger in circles around her sensitive pleasure button, she teased herself until she felt her body tightening as it strained towards release. Only then did she rub the pad of her finger over her swollen nub. She steadily increased the pressure causing her inner muscles to begin pulsing, tingles spread through her like a rushing river. Suddenly she felt the couch dip and she opened her eyes to see Seth had moved closer to her. He now sat only an arms reach away. His eyes trained on her feminine core. Still looking completely contained. Controlled. As she stared at his crystal blue eyes watching her intently her breathing quickened as her body coiled in pleasure. She knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. She was so close. Her hips began moving against her finger as she continued applying delicious friction to her distended nub. Seth calmly reached up and placed his hand on her bent knee, spreading her legs farther apart. Slowly he moved his hand down her leg as he caressed her inner thigh. When he reached the apex between her legs he dragged his index finger to the center of her primed body. He then began intimately massaging the base of her moist sex. At his touch her body exploded with white hot bursts of pleasure. Her eyes shut and she heard herself cry out as her back arched into his touch and her head fell back against her pillow. He continued the illicit strokes of his finger on her delicate flesh as she rode all the way to the crescendo of her climax. Her head was still spinning as she felt herself coming down from the peak of bliss. Slowly she became aware of her audible breathing, coming in short pants. Before she even had a chance to lift her head or open her eyes she felt the warm heat of Seths mouth replace his hand. He slid his tongue

in brazen strokes up and down her swollen sex. Her body once again came alive with passion, growing more and more urgent with each hot pass of his tongue. Her body jerked at the overwhelming sensations that his talented mouth was causing. She moved her hands and threaded them through his soft thick hair, squeezing tightly to anchor herself as she felt his tongue languorously lick along her slick opening. Seth, his name came out part whimper, part plea. A growl of male hunger vibrated through him as he moved up and covered her pleasure bud with his mouth. As he softly licked her nub, highly sensitized from her recent release, she felt a thick finger press inside of her. Her body immediately began contracting at the erotic intrusion. He moved his finger slowly at first, pushing in then pulling out of her tight warmth, and all the while he continued laving his tongue across the very tip of her feminine nerve endings. Amber felt her inner walls begin to flutter quickly around his finger just as Seth began sliding his finger in and out faster. Ecstasy whipped through her with hurricane-like force as her body convulsed from the sheer power of her release. Seth kept his mouth on her, drawing out her climax until he had wrung every last ounce of pleasure possible from it. Her body fell, limp, into the soft cushions of the couch. All of the tension and stress that she had been carrying around the past month, maybe even the past years, had drained out of her. She felt totallyrelaxed. At peace. Her heavy-lidded eyes opened to find Seth sitting up beside her, his composure completely intact. She tried to access his unreadable features. The only hint that anything even remotely hot and sexual had just occurred was the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Oh, and the raging hard-on pushing up against his sweats. There was that, too.

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Seth sat still, attempting to get his breathing under control. That was not an easy task with Amber sprawled beside him on the couch, half-naked, and the sweet taste of her essence still on his lips. He needed to stand up. Go in his room. Shut the door. This shouldnt go any further. He had needed to touch her. To taste her. To see the look of ecstasy on her face that he put there. And he had done that. But that is where this encounter needed to end. Over the past week had intentionally not kept protection in his apartment for this very reason. Now he was glad he had taken the extra precaution. Because if he had a condom he would be inside

of her. Right now. Knowing that it wouldnt get any easier the longer he stayed beside her, he quickly stood saying a low, Goodnight. Amber immediately sat up and her felt her slender fingers wrap around his hand. Her tender touch stopped him up short. Where are you going? To bed, he growled. Her eyebrows shot up, Seriously? Yes. Why? her voice sounded not only confused but alsovulnerable. He stayed there. Staring at down at her, not knowing what to say. After a few moments he felt his eyes drifting down to her lush sex. At his assessing gaze she pulled her tank top down over her lap. The motion did have the desired effect of covering her glistening flesh but it also caused her full breasts to almost spill out of the thin material. A jolt shot of desire shot through him. She was amazing. She was beautiful. She was sexy as hell. He hated the feeling that welled up in him at the thought that she felt like she needed to cover herself in front of him. I dont have a condom, he stated hoping she would understand. Instead of taking his statement as a deterrent she just shook her head dismissively before saying, Ive been on the Pill since I was sixteen, her eyes met his and he saw they were brimming with tenderness and passion, and I trust you. Those words, those three small words, meant more to Seth than Amber could know. His heart cracked open even further as they washed over him. His body, however, immediately responded to the first part of her statement. It was like she was speaking directly to his dick when she had said she was on the Pill, and it had responded with an enthusiastic, Good enough for me! His head fell back as he looked up at the ceiling, attempting to rein in his body's physical and emotional reaction. Seth wasnt ruled by his heart or his hormones. He had always made decisions based on facts. And the fact was, if they took this further than it had already gone, it would get muddy. Complicated. Possibly even out of control. All things Seth had made a strict policy to avoid. Now he just needed to make that fact clear to Amber. He looked down at her and as he did she must have taken his silence as indecision because she reached beneath the hem of her tank top and

pulled it over her head. She sat before him, her full and creamy breasts bare, rising and falling with her labored breathing. His mind went blank. There are some things, her tongue slipped out as she licked her plump lips, her eyes shining bright with arousal, that we definitely dont need a condom for. And with that suggestive observation she reached up and pulled his sweats down his legs, freeing his straining erection. Without giving it a second thought Seth reached behind him and yanked his shirt off. Standing before Amber, totally nude, as her eyes greedily scanned his body was a heady experience. She scooted off the couch and dropped to her knees. Reaching out she wrapped her long thin fingers around his steel-hard shaft, squeezing firmly as she ran her hands up and down his thick length. His member throbbed beneath her touch and a bead of clear moisture appeared at the crevice of his engorged tip. Leaning forward Amber stroked her tongue across it before sealing her lips around him and enveloping him in her hot, wet mouth. Watching her take him in her mouth, feeling the slick heat of her tongue as she increased the pressure with every suctioning stroke caused a hot rush of unrestrained pleasure to spread through his veins like lava exploding from a volcano. Amber was a living, breathing male erotic fantasy come to life. Seth had always enjoyed blowjobs but this was so much more than that. It felt as if Amber was doing more than just pleasuring him, it felt as though she was making love to him with her mouth. He reached down and entwined his fingers with her hair. Her eyes looked up to meet his with a heavy-lidded gaze. He knotted his fingers, pulling her silken locks tight. A soft, needy moan escaped her as he guided his throbbing erection in and out of her beautiful mouth. His length vibrated from her humming moans as she continued moving up and down his shaft with tantalizing pulls. Damn, that feels good, his rough voice sounded distant as he soared to a higher level of sensual sensation than he ever thought was possible. Seth swallowed a groan as his thin thread of control shattered. His balls began tightening as a roaring urgency swept through him. He released her hair and grabbed her shoulders pulling her up as he bent down, crushing his mouth against hers. They met in a wild coupling. He ravished her with his tongue. She met him stroke for stroke. Taming their frenzied passion he deliberately slowed the pace. He controlled his response until he felt her melt into his kiss. Then he glided his tongue against hers. Softly. Sensuously. He lazily explored her mouth, teasing her senses. He felt her nails dig into him as she grabbed onto is shoulders, rubbing her body against his. He

moved his hands down her arms and around her back. Continuing down, he spread his hands, gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and he felt her body trembling against him. The intimacy of this kiss overwhelmed him. He wanted to lay her down and make slow, sweet, passionate love to her, but if he did that, he wasnt sure he could deal with the aftermath. He knew one thing with absolute certainty though, he needed her. He was past the point of caring whether or not he had a condom. He had never, never, had sex without using one. Not as a horny teen and certainly not as a grown man. Amber said she was on the pill. And the truth was, he trusted her. Completely. Knowing that he could give them what they both desperately needed without losing himself he broke their kiss and quickly turned her around. His arm wrapped tightly around her waist as his other brushed the hair off the side of her neck. He leaned his head down and stroked his tongue from the base of her neck up to her sweet spot right below her ear. His steel hard erection was nuzzled firmly against her backside. The sensuous friction caused an all-consuming need to spiral through him. She moved even closer to him as she let out a needy moan, Seth. Damn, he loved hearing her say his name. He slid one hand down the smooth soft skin of her torso to the side of her waist, his fingers pressing firmly against her hip bone. Keeping her exactly where he wanted her. He moved his other hand up over her ribcage cupping her heavy breast in his hand as he continued peppering her neck with unrelenting kisses. Squeezing and kneading the swell of her breast he moved his fingers taking her puckered nipples between his fingers. Rolling and pinching them until she began trembling with need. Seth, please, she begged. Please what? he asked his voice smoky with passion. I need you, desperation laced her voice as she placed her hand over his, joining him as he erotically massaged her breast. With a soft sigh she pleaded, Please. Tightening his fingers against her hip he tilted her pelvis as he brought his other hand to her back pressing it down. She willingly complied with his manual manipulation and stretched forward, draping herself across the arm of the couch. His groin ached with carnal need from the visual display laid out in front of him. Spread your legs, he firmly commanded, gripping her backside roughly. Immediately she did as he had asked. His eyes followed the curve of her back down to her firm, round ass. Her wet heat glistened between her long, toned legs. He took his manhood in his hand and, moving forward, he positioned the swollen head at her slick opening. Slowly he ran it up and down the wet seam of her lips until her thighs began to quiver. He pushed the broad head of his sex slowly into her tight, moist passage.

He felt her inner muscles immediately contract around him. The sensation caused him to swell even larger. His brow grew damp with perspiration. As he gripped her hips, he slowly worked his way into her snug warmth. Her body clamped tight around him as buried himself as far as her body would allow him to go. She felt amazing. Her body tightly wrapped around him, pulsing against his throbbing shaft. The breath left his lungs as he hissed, Fuck, you are so tight. You feel so good inside of me, she said through ragged breaths as she pushed her hips against him, arching her back up. Seths heart beat wildly. A primal lust raged inside of him. He already felt the close to the edge. He leaned forward, taking her hair in his fist, tugging her closer to him while his other hand gripped her hip tightly. He whispered into her ear, This is not going to be slow. I am going to take you hard and fast. Is that what you want? There was a sensual catch of her breath as her hips bucked at his candid words. She breathed, Yes. Yes. Standing up straight he wrapped his large hands around her hips, digging his fingers into her soft skin as he pulled out of her swollen sex then pushed back in, deeper than before. He felt her arousal growing as he slid back out before pressing harder, driving into her all the way to the base of his shaft. He repeated his deep, endless strokes until he felt her inner muscles start to milk him. Her entire body began trembling as she said his name over and over again. Her legs began shaking and he gripped her hips tighter to hold her up. He drove into her with a ruthless, demanding passion as she cried out in release and he felt a rush of liquid heat. Then with one last surge into her tight, wet heat, he let himself go as a mindblowing, shuddering orgasm ripped through him. Tremors continued to radiate through him as he came down from his powerful release, still feeling mindless with pleasure. Seth had always enjoyed sex, thoroughly. But never in his life had he felt that level of sensual gratification. As he slowly pulled out of Ambers lush sex, he instantly missed the connection. Amber sighed as she turned and fell onto the couch, looking exhausted. She looked up at him as a small smile played on her lips. I never thought anything could be better than the night we spent in DC. Im not usually wrong, but I'm the first to admit it when I am. And I was absolutely, unequivocally wrong. That wasI dont even think there are words to describe that.

As Seth looked at Amber while she rambled, he couldnt help but smile at the fact that she did not like any kind of silences that she perceived as awkward. She caught him smiling down at her and her eyes widened as she smiled even bigger, What? Youre cute, he said, explaining his expression. She scrunched her nose. If you say so. Damn, she was so beautiful. Sexy. Smart. Talented. Cute. Everything he could ever want. He felt his chest ache withlove. He needed to leave. He reached down, grabbing his sweats, and he once again felt her fingers wrap around his hand. Stay with me. Just tonight. I know this doesnt change anything. He knew he shouldnt. His mind was telling him to grab his clothes and go to his room. Sensing his indecision, her eyes lit brightly as she tilted her head, If you do, I promise I wont sneak out in the middle of the night. He shook his head as smile spread across his face. Smart ass. I totally own up to being a smart ass, her lips pursed, but cute, not so much. Seth laid down beside her and pulled her close to him, her body aligning perfectly with his. She sighed as he felt her melt against him. He knew he shouldnt get used to this. Holding her in his arms. The sweet smell of her hair. But for tonight, he wasn't going to worry about the future. They may not be able to be together long-term, but tonight she was his.

Chapter Twenty-four
Amber was trying not to smile from ear to ear as she sat at the large table in the back room of The Grill during Alex and Jamies rehearsal dinner. She was pretty sure that her cheeks were going to be sore by the end of the day. She couldnt help it. Last night had been amazing. It was even better than the night in the hotel room, and she never would have thought that was humanly possible! It was as if all of those years of dreaming and fantasizing about Seth (aka Mystery Man) had been like eight solid years of foreplay. She smiled to herself as she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. Yep. Eight solid years of foreplay could sure lead to one hell of an explosive climax. Or more than one. Any news on the break-ins? Katie asked, bringing Amber crashing back down to reality as she sat down beside her. No, Amber replied, trying (very possibly unsuccessfully, she admitted) to mold her face into an appropriately grave expression, Officer Williams said that they're following a few leads, but I dont know where theyre at with them. Well, Katie beamed, her tone one part knowing, one part conspiratorial, If its not good news on that front that's been making you smile like youre in a Colgate commercial, then Im guessing your new roommate has something to do with that grin. Amber reached up and pushed her cheeks down in a feeble attempt to stop smiling. Im trying to control it. Is it that obvious? she asked Katie, in all seriousness. Well, you know me. I do tend to pick up on these things more than the average Joe. But between you grinning like the Cheshire cat and Seth constantly staring at you with that ridiculously sexy intense thing he has going on, not to mention checking on you every five minutes...well, I dont think you need to be Sherlock Holmes to put two and two together. What are we talking about? Chelle asked as she joined them at the end of the table. Seth and Amber hooking up, Katie declared happily. No, we weren't talking about that. Amber shook her head. Yes, we were, and we still are. Katie smiled at Amber as she reached out to take baby Mya from Chelle. Well, Amber, Chelle said, handing the baby to Katie, I'm just so happy to see you smiling, whatever the reason. Thanks, Amber said sincerely. And, hey, Chelle continued slyly, If it's a reason that might one day lead to you being my sister-in-law, that's just gravy.

Exactly! Katie chimed in happily. Amber felt warmed by their affection. Even though she hated talking about herself, hated talking about emotions, all of that she couldn't fault them for their happiness at her emotional turnaround, and she certainly couldn't fault them for their concern when she was still feeling low. Thanks you guys. I know you're happy I'm happy. And I'm sorry if I havent been myself lately, Amber said to the girls as she leaned over to see the baby. Stop it, Chelle said, handing Katie a burp rag, thats not what I meant at all. You've been handling all of this amazingly well. Certainly ten times better than I would. You have nothing to apologize for, if anything you should be incredibly proud of yourself. I was just saying that you look really happy now, and that makes me glad. I agree, Katie said, her voice pitched high and happy and directed at a gleeful baby Mya, even though her words were meant for Amber, So does this mean you guys are together? Amber looked up and saw Seth. He was standing with his back to her, across the room, talking to a loosely assembled group that included Grandpa J, his dad, and his brothers. Just looking at the powerful outline of his shoulders straining against the white shirt he wore sent a tingle of excitement racing down her spine. He must have sensed that someone was looking at him because he glanced over his shoulder. The second their eyes met, the tingle increased tenfold. She could feel it spreading through her body like melted butter. Baby Mya cooed happily and it snapped Amber out of the tingle-inducing stare contest she and Seth were engaged in. She looked back at her friends, who she saw were both looking at her with their eyebrows raised. Right. Well I guess that answered my question, Katie said with a grin as she looked back down at the baby. What? Amber asked, a bit dazed. She had to think back to what question Katie had even asked. It took her a moment to come out of her 'lust fog,' but when she did, she set the record straight. No, Amber lowered her voice to a whisper. She didnt mind her friends knowing her business but she would rather if the entire room of fifty or so people were spared the details. He made it very clear last night that we couldnt be together. Wait a minute, Chelle asked, looking confused, he actually said that? Amber had been hoping to get her friends' take on the situation anyway, so as uncomfortable as talking about herself made her, she was actually glad it had come up. She looked around to make sure that there wasn't anyone in earshot before explaining, Yes. Do you want me to start from the beginning?

Yes, they both said in unison, and Katie threw in a 'duh' for good measure. Okay, she began, Last night I had gotten an upsetting call from my mom right as I was finishing up your dress. Seth came home in the middle of it with Chinese food. When I got off the phone, he asked if I was okay, did I want to talk about it, did I want to eat. I told him no to all of those things, that he could go ahead, I wanted to finish Chelles dress. Sorry, Chelle said, chagrined, her face telegraphing the guilt she felt about Amber having to work on her dress. Amber shook her head, she didn't want her friend to feel bad. No, believe me, I have truly appreciated the distraction of the wedding and making the dresses. Its been very therapeutic for me. Some people drink, some people run, some people go to see professionals shrinks. I design and sew. Its my therapy. Yeah, yeah, back to the good stuff, Katie said, looking around to make sure no one would interrupt them. If there was one thing Katie loved, it was juicy gossip the juicer, the better. Right. So he goes in his room. I think hes in there for the night, so I turn up my oldies station on Pandora, and I'm sewing away, getting lost in it, trying to melt my troubles away and all that. Then, when I finish sewing, he comes out of his room looking... Amber held up her hands, Well, honestly, there are just no words to describe how insanely sexy he looked. He looks at me, intense of course and asks again if I want to talk, if I want to eat, I say no. Then he asks me if I want to dance. Awwwwww, both girls cried in unison, and Katie added, Thats so romantic. Right, Amber said excitedly. Then, seeing that several people were starting to migrate closer, she began to talk faster so that she could get the entire story out and get her friends' perspectives, Okay, summing up. Then I ask him if hes bringing a date to the wedding. He says no and asks me if I am. I say Im not, and that I would rather be there with him. He says, she dropped her voice to mimic his, 'Amber, we cant be together.' I say, so you want me to bring a date, then? He immediately says no. Did you ask him why he said you cant be together? Katie asked breathlessly, then, looking up, her eyes grew wide. No. She didnt. Amber heard Seths deep voice from a few inches behind her. Oops. Busted. Katie immediately turned all her attention to baby Mya and Chelle suddenly became very interested in the contents of Myas diaper bag. Chickens! Amber felt exactly like she had when she was in high school and she had written in a note that

she liked a boy and then it had accidentally been passed to him. She turned her head, smiling, hoping Seth wasnt mad that he had been the star attraction in their gossip fest. When her eyes met Seths, she could tell he wasnt upset. In fact, he looked like he thought the whole thing was funny. What did I tell you about sneaking up on me? she crossed her arms, pretending to be irritated. His mouth twitched in amusement, Are you okay? Im fine. Im surrounded by my friends, who are like my family. She smiled up at him, then reached out and touched his arm. You dont have to keep checking up on me. Honestly. Enjoy yourself. His eyes flashed with a heat that she felt all the way to her core. She knew he had said they couldnt be together. She knew that they both agreed that what had happened the night before was not going to happen again. But, damn - Amber knew all the signs that said someone was just-not-that-intoyou, and Seth did not display any of those. Quite the opposite, in fact. She knew that Katie was right, she saw it now. Seth did look at her the way Jason looked at Katie. Heck, for that matter, he looked at her the way Riley looked at Chelle, the way Bobby looked at Sophie, and the way Alex looked at Jamie. He looked at her like a man in love. Amber had to believe that he could work through whatever was holding him back from being with her, from being happy. Okay, but come and get me if you need me, he said, his tone serious. Amber nodded. When he walked away, Katie leaned up, whispering, Umm, you guys are totally together. Amber laughed as she turned to her friends, Right?! Now hand over miss Mya, you baby hog! Fine, Katie said begrudgingly, and then added, You get her for five minutes. Your time starts now. Seriously, Katie, why dont you have one of your own? You know you want one, Chelle said in a sing-song voice. No. Im good. Ill just share yours, Katie said firmly. As Amber reached for baby Mya, sitting and talking with her friends after spending an amazing night with the man she loved, she was filled with happiness and gratitude. Sure, life might not be perfect, but she had a lot to be thankful for.

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So I hear youre workin with Cameron over at Titan, The Colonel said as he and Seth stepped out onto the enclosed patio of The Grill. Yes, sir, Seth confirmed. Now, your dad said something about the possibility of you going into law enforcement. Is that still the plan? The Colonel asked as they sat at one of the tables. The Colonel had asked Seth to accompany him out here so they could catch up, but by no means did Seth believe this was a casual conversation. Obviously, The Colonel had something he wanted to talk about with Seth. Normally, Seth would tell whomever it was to get to the point. But this was The Colonel, so he just waited. Im thinking about staying at Titan, Seth answered honestly. Cam had given him his business proposal for Elite Security and Seth had been impressed. He also enjoyed working with Cam. His friend helped him remember who he was. Who he really was. Before. Now son, I think thats a good idea. The Colonel rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, You know, when I came back from Germany after WWII, I was offered a job as a sheriff's deputy. It was good pay, honest work, and we already had two little mouths to feed. I didnt want to take it, but I decided it was the right thing to do, for my family. When I told my Marie about it, she didn't say a word, just shook her head no. I told her that I had already made my decision. She stared at me for a few minutes and then told me that I needed to change my decision, because I had seen enough death for one lifetime. My Marie was a smart lady. She knew that I had changed in the war. She knew that I had seen things and done things that had changed me. Now, she never asked me about it. But I know she knew. And she never pushed. She gave me time to find my way back to myself. Which I did. It took me a good long while, and I did try to find myself at the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle for a time there. But my Marie, she stayed by my side. She never gave up on me, and she kicked me in the rear when I needed it. I made my way back because I had the love of a good woman. Seth nodded his head. He felt himself suddenly wishing he would have known Marie. The Colonel hadnt moved to Harpers Crossing until after she had passed. Now, I hear that Amber is staying over at your place, The Colonel said sternly. Yes, sir, she is. Seth stared him straight in the eye. If thats what The Colonel had a problem with, then this would be the first time Seth had ever known the man to be wrong. Seth's home was exactly where she needed to be. Ambers safety was not negotiable. Good, The Colonel said.

That answer shocked Seth. You know, I spent a lot of time with that young lady after her brother passed. Poor thing. Just about broke my heart seeing her cry like that. But shes a strong one. She got her store together and, boy, all the ladies sure do love going there. Shes been there for her mama through all of her problems. You see what I'm getting at? I think so, sir, Seth replied solemnly. Undeterred, The Colonel pressed on, Shes a good woman, and you dont throw away the love of a good woman, even if it's because you feel like you don't deserve it. Nope. You stand up and be a man worthy of her. The Colonels eyes narrowed, You hear me, son? Yes, sir, Seth replied, a little shaken that The Colonel had so clearly and accurately been able to see into his soul. The Colonel stared at Seth for a moment, then nodded his head and stood up. Well, alright, then. As they made their way back inside, Seth was trying to process what The Colonel had just said. He respected him more than any other man he knew, besides his father. When he talked, Seth listened. Could he really be a man worthy of Amber? Was it possible? Could he find his way back to himself? Questions swarmed inside his head as he and The Colonel walked into the banquet hall. Seth scanned the large room, but didnt see Amber. Alex came over and slapped Seth on the shoulder, You set him straight, Colonel? Seth narrowed his eyes. Alex thought he was so funny. I can still bop you on the head, young man, The Colonel said to Alex, demonstrating said 'bopping' motion with his ring finger. And they all knew he could. And they all knew it hurt like hell. Alex put up his hands in surrender. Sorry, Colonel! The Colonel shook his head, smiling as he walked away. Seth once again looked around and didnt see Amber anywhere. Man, Im getting married tomorrow, Alex said, his voice tinged with awe. You sure youre ready for this? Seth knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure one last time. Ive never been so ready for anything in my life, Alex said enthusiastically as he looked over at his bride-to-be, who was sitting at a table with Joey asleep on her lap. Honestly, I cant imagine my life without her and Joey in it. They're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Im happy for you, Seth said sincerely. What about you? How are things going with Amber? Alex asked.

Before he had a chance to answer, Katie came in the side door and rushed up to Seth. There you are! Amber was looking for you. Whats wrong? Seth chest tightened. She got a call that her mom was in the hospital. She wanted me to tell you she left, Katie said, a little out of breath from her quick trip across the expansive room. She went by herself? Seth asked, his voice hardening. It happened so fast, Katies hands flew up as she explained, One minute, we were all talking. Then she got the phone call and excused herself. The next thing I knew, she was grabbing her purse and saying she had to go! I walked with her out to the car, that's how I know that her mom is at Harpers Community, and that she wanted me to tell you when you came back. Then I went out looking for you this literally just happened... Seth was out the door before she finished her sentence. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Amber. She didnt answer. He tried again. No answer. He shoved aside the panic and an eerie calm and sense of purpose overtook him. He was in Mission Mode. He pressed numbers on the phone again, trying a different tactic. Harpers Community Hospital, how can I direct your call? I was calling to check on the status of a patient. Her name is Susan Webb. Are you family? No. Im sorry, sir. I cant give out any information on the patient. Can you put me through to her room? Maybe Amber would be there. No, Im afraid thats not possible. Why not? Sir, I cant give you any information. Seth remained calm, even though he was certainly not used to being denied when he used his Mission Mode tone of voice. Panic clouds judgment, and prevents effective thinking. That wasn't just a line he gave to the women in the self-defense class it was how he operated, it was a basic tactic. Can I please speak to Vickey or Thelma? One moment, sir. This is Vickey, can I help you? Vickey, this is Seth Sloan. Hey Seth, how you doing? I need some information on a patient. Susan Webb. She's Ambers mom and I just found out she was admitted.

Hold on one sec. He waited as he heard typing. Oh, Sweetie, it looks like she's on an involuntary 72 hour psych hold. Attempted suicide. Shit. Have you seen Amber there? Seth needed to make sure Amber was okay. She shouldnt be alone when she found out, if she hadn't already. No, but that ward's not on my floor. If you see her can you tell her to call me? Sure thing, Sweetie. See you at the wedding. As he hung up with Vickey, he tried to call Amber one more time. No answer. Shit.

Chapter Twenty-five
Ambers knuckles were white as her fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. She forced herself to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth, slowly, deliberately. Flashes of headlights zoomed past her in a blur as she raced down Main Street. Her foot was heavy on the gas pedal. She knew she should maintain a safe speed but she needed to get to the hospital. This was all her fault. What had she been thinking giving her mom that money? Amber knew it wasnt a coincidence that her mom had overdosed less than twenty-four hours after that five hundred dollars had been deposited in her account. Amber had been to Al-Anon. One of the first things they had taught her was that she was an enabler. Until Amber had gone to those meetings, she had never recognized that in herself. Before Al-Anon, if her mom had needed something, Amber had given it to her. No questions asked. Whether that meant that Amber ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for a month to save on the grocery bill or walked to work in the snow to save on gas, she had done it, and happily. It was for her mom, after all! She had thought at the time that she had been helping the situation, helping her mom. The support group had taught her that she was actually hurting her mom by enabling the self-destructive behavior that she was engaged in. For the past four years, Amber had cut off all financial support to her mother. Completely. Other than getting her into rehab facilities and paying for her stays there, she had not assisted her in any way. Until last night. Damn. Amber knew that she should have kept going to those meetings. If she had, then none of this would be happening right now. She would have been in the right mindset to deal with the distressed call from her mother the night before! Now her mother might be dying...might be dead... Amber shook her head to clear it. She knew exactly where she had gone wrong. She had heard fear in her moms voice and she had reacted impulsively. Instead of rationally thinking of a way to help her mom, as soon as the line had gone dead she had sent the money. Now, her mothers life was hanging in the balance. As Amber pulled into the parking structure, under the Harpers Crossing Community Hospital Parking sign, something occurred to her. If this was the hospital that the emergency crew had taken her to, then that must mean that her mother had been close by this entire time; most likely even in Harpers Crossing itself. Amber felt so stupid. How had she not known that? What good was a genius IQ and photographic memory if she couldnt even figure that out? Had she just been so preoccupied with Seth coming home and the

break-ins that she had completely ignored clues that would have told her how her close her mom was all this time? As soon as she parked, she jumped out of the car. She was half-way to the elevators when she realized that she had left her purse in the car. Damn it, she told herself angrily, get your head on straight! She may have failed her mother once, where the money was concerned, but that only meant that she needed to redouble her efforts to be there for her now. She needed to be focused, and strong. She would just hurry back to her car, quickly retrieve her purse, and then head in to the hospital. Just a short delay, she told herself, don't beat yourself up too much regroup and get in there! Before she could even make a move, though, a strange feeling came over her. She stopped and looked around but didnt see anyone. However, she did notice that since she had been in such a rush, she had parked in a dark, secluded corner of the lot. She grimaced. Seth would give her hell about that but it did at least set her mind at ease to have an idea where the sense of dread had come from. It was a good bet that the position of her car had caused the weird feeling. Her thumb pushed the button on her key fob that unlocked the door. She saw her taillights blink as she heard the familiar click that signaled the car's response. She reached out to grab the door handle, but just as she felt her fingertips brush the steel, she was stopped in her tracks by the nowfamiliar foul smell of body odor and alcohol. She stiffened. Oh, God. No. In the next instant, she felt a cold, sharp blade press against the tender flesh of her throat and a large arm wrapped around her body, pinning both of her arms helplessly to her side. Panic swept through her like a rushing river. She wanted to struggle every instinct she possessed was telling her to bring out her claws and fight like a trapped animal but the knife's edge of steel she felt cutting into her neck kept her still and silent. She felt her feet dragging on the floor as she was forcibly pulled backwards to the darkest corner of the lot. Amber tried to dig in her heels to slow their progress, tried to make herself as heavy as possible, and tried to pull away but his grip was simply too tight. With every slight movement, she felt the sting of the blade as it dug into her skin. She wanted to scream but his hand that held the knife was jammed painfully against her windpipe. She didnt think she would be able to get any sound out. Now, now. Just stay still. I just want to talk to you. A mans gruff voice spoke into her ear. Wait! She knew that voice! Shed heard it before, although never in person. It had always been

on the other end of a telephone line. The man holding her captive with a knife to her neck was Bubba. Now, you are quite a difficult lady to get alone time with. That new boyfriend of yours watches you like a hawk. Bubbas arm squeezed her tighter, his voice becoming oily and slippery. But Ive got you all to myself now, dont I? Whatdoyou want? Amber managed to whisper past the pressure he was applying to her throat. I just want to talk to you, his voice sounded strained, she felt his forearm push harder against her stomach. Amber couldnt think. She couldnt move. She felt tears forming in her eyes. I knew youd come. I wasnt sure if you would have your bodyguard with you, but I knew youd come to see your mama. Bubba's sinister tone made bile rise up in Ambers throat. I thought I was going to have to wait hours while you went in and visited her, but you didnt even make it inside, did ya? Did you make her OD? Did you do this to her? Amber felt herself losing it. Her entire body was shaking and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She heard Seths voice in her head. The most important thing to remember when someone is trying to overpower you is to remain calm. Calm. She needed to stay calm. Know yourself and how you respond in fear. Do you cry? Do you scream? Do you freeze? Sometimes just being self-aware makes it easier to respond correctly. She froze and cried. Great. Well, at least I know that about myself now, she thought sardonically. If I manage to survive long enough to get into another life-threatening situation again in the future, I will be sure to put that knowledge into practice. Now what? What else? Oh right! Show anger not fear. Okay, so get pissed. Dont be scared. Seths voice sounded in her head again. Your best weapons are the edge of your hand, your elbow, and your heel. Okay, good. So she just needed to wait for her opportunity. All she had to do was stay calm and bide her time. This didnt have to happen. All you had to do was give her the money, he seethed. I did, she stated firmly. What?! That chump change you gave her last night? Im not talking about lunch money, little

girl. He pressed the blade harder against her neck as his beard scraped against her cheek. Im talking about real money. Susan's been sayin you have over a hundred thousand from that store of yours. I dont have that kind of money, Amber made sure her voice sounded strong. You selfish little bitch! What kind of a daughter doesnt help her mother? he growled. Disdain and rage dripped from his words. Amber tried to do what Seth had outlined. No fear. Anger. Stay calm. She saw headlights flash on the wall across from them from a car pulling in. This was her chance. Seths words flashed in her head. You need to aim for the parts of the body where you can do the most damage. The eyes, nose, throat, groin and knees. It doesnt matter how big and strong a man is, these areas are his weakest points. The distraction of the headlights caused him to loosen his grip on Amber just the slightest bit, but it was enough. She seized the opportunity. Using one of the moves that Seth had taught her, she dropped her body weight without warning, causing him to be knocked off balance, and then brought her elbow straight down on his groin. He dropped to the ground, writhing in pain. The instant he released her, Amber made her feet start moving. She ran. She didn't take time to plan where she was going, she just needed to get away from the murderously angry and very possibly drugged and crazed Bubba. She made it around the corner and then stumbled over a cement wheel stop. She flew forward, tumbling headlong, and her head slammed against a car window before she went crashing to her knees. Pain shot up her body. Her vision blurred with the sheer physical torture, but she didn't let it stop her. She pushed off the cement floor, standing unsteadily but still poised to run again, when she saw blood dripping on the ground. Oh, God! She was bleeding. Her legs were shaking. She tasted something metallic in her mouth and knew it must be blood. She began to tremble violently. No! She could not give in to the temptation to panic, or to pass out. She needed to get moving again. Fast. She forced her legs to start pumping again. She ran. People. She needed to find people. She needed help. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She could only hear the sound of a loud buzzing in her ears. She felt as if her body was filled with lead and everything was moving in slow motion. She felt like she was trying to run through waist-high

water, or that her feet were mired in quicksand. God! This was like a living, breathing, bleeding nightmare! She ran past the elevators to the exit. She knew that it led out to the catwalk which stretched over the main street to the hospital. People would be on it. People were always on it. She reached for the doorknob and she felt arms envelope her, and along with them, a more sharp sensation of terror than she had ever experienced in her life. She had been this close to escaping, and now she would likely be killed, mere feet from rescue. NOOO! she screamed, louder than she thought was possible. Amber! Seths voice penetrated through the chaos of her panicked state and the loud buzzing noise that was still sounding in her ears. She turned her head and saw that Seth was holding her. It was Seth. Not Bubba. Oh, thank God! Seth, she said breathlessly as she felt her legs collapse beneath her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as her head fell against his shoulder and she began to sob.

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Seths heart raced as he scooped Amber into his arms. He felt her body go limp against him. He looked down at her face. There was blood. She was bleeding. Amber, youre bleeding. Where are you hurt? I dont know. He had a knife, she said shakily through her tears, which were now subsiding. Who? Seth asked, scanning the parking lot. Bubba. My moms boyfriend, Bubba, Amber managed. Hes here? Yes. Seth adjusted Amber in his arms so he could reach his phone. Harpers Crossing Comm- There is an armed man loose in your southeast parking structure. Shut it down. Call the police. Send security and medical personnel. There is an injured female at the northwest door. As soon as he heard the receptionist calling the code over the intercom, he hung up so he could assess Ambers injuries. Seth knew that panicking would not help in this situation. Normally that would not be a problem for him, but this was Amber. She had to be okay. He could not lose her.

Amber, did he stab you? No. No, I dont think so. He had it to my throat, she said as she tilted her head back, running her fingers along the skin to inspect it. Her words caused fury to boil up inside of Seth. He was going to kill the man that did this to her. Kill him with his bare hands. He pulled her hands away gently and his eyes quickly scanned her neck. It was red and she may have bruising. There was a slight perforation in the skin where the blade must have nicked her, but that was definitely not where the bleeding was coming from. He looked back at her face, which seemed to be where most of the blood was, and noticed that she had some blood oozing from her nose. OK, so most likely it was a nosebleed. Relief battled in his chest with renewed rage. Did he hit you? Seth asked through clenched teeth. No. You have a bloody nose. I hit my head when I was running. I tripped. Seth held her closer to him, trying not to squeeze her too tightly. What does he look like? He needed some details about the appearance of the man he was going to kill today, otherwise it would be more difficult to hunt his ass down. I didnt really see his face. He grabbed me from behind. He has a beard. I felt it scrape against my cheek. And hes wearing jeans and a red flannel shirt. And he reeks of alcohol and BO. How tall is he? Not much taller than me, I dont think. He was behind me the whole time. Then, when I kneed him in the balls and he dropped his arms, I ran. I didnt look back. The exit door flew open as security rushed though on full alert. There were two men. One was Judd North. Seth had gone to school with him. When Judd saw that Seth held Amber, he motioned for the medical personnel. They came in with a stretcher and, as Seth laid Amber on it, she still hung tightly to his neck. He pulled her arms from behind his neck so that the doctors could take her and examine her. No, she protested as they were wheeling her away, I dont want to leave Seth. Amber, Seth moved beside her, Im right here. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. Then he pulled slightly away so that their faces were only an inch apart. I need you to go with these doctors. Ill be there in a minute. Her golden-green eyes filled with tears once again, No Seth, please. He has a knife. He just stared at her for a moment. If she thought for one minute that he was going to let a knife

stop him from going after this guy then she didnt know him as well as he thought she did. Hell, that knife that he was carrying might very well end up being the very thing that Seth used to kill him. Her eyes changed from fear to recognition. Resignedly, she said, Okay, fine, go. But be careful. He leaned down and placed one more kiss on her forehead, I love you. He hadnt meant to say it. He hadnt even really known for sure that he felt that way until this moment. But he did. He loved her. Her expression changed instantly from one of worry and pain to complete and utter shock. As they wheeled her out through the exit door he heard her ask one of the doctors, Did he just say he loved me? He almost smiled. Judd stepped up. What are we looking for? Male, approximately 56 to 58. Beard. Red flannel shirt. Hes carrying some kind of blade, Seth said evenly as they began walking through the garage. Judd pulled out his radio and gave his team the description. They fanned out. As Seth turned the corner, he saw that several police cruisers were parked at the entrance to the structure. Seth scanned the area. Where would he go to hide, if he were a drunk and degenerate lowlife? Hmmm. There were two dark corners. As he made his way silently to the first he heard a low moaning. As he got closer, he was struck by a disgusting odor. He walked around the blue pick-up truck that was parked haphazardly in the space in the corner. He looked down to see a bearded man in a flannel shirt curled up in the corner, holding his sac, groaning. Seth took two steps towards him and was standing above him before the asshole even noticed he was there. When the guy did see him, he moved to reach for the knife he had dropped. Seth was quicker. He had the man up against the wall with the blade shoved against his neck before the older man had even fully extended his arm. Please dont. I wasnt going to hurt her, the man pleaded pathetically, his eyes wide with fear. Seth could feel anger rushing through his veins. He could easily slit his throat. End him. He wouldn't have a problem with it. This wouldn't be the first time he'd looked right into an enemy combatant's eyes as he killed him, and this slimeball was by Seth's reasoning more deserving of death than any of them. He had put his hands on Amber. He had made her bleed. He had made her cry. It was time for him to die.

So why wasn't he dead yet? Sloan, its Officer Williams. Drop the weapon. Weve got him. Seth didnt make any movement. He just stared into this junkie's eyes. Shoot him! Hes gonna kill me! the man screamed. Seth pushed the knife harder against the man's throat and spoke in a low, menacing tone. If I was going to kill you, you would already be dead. He stepped away and the man fell to the floor. Three police officers moved in, picking him up and placing him under arrest. Seth was reeling from a complex mix of emotions. On the one hand, he was disappointed that he hadn't killed the man. On the other hand, he felt a small glimmer of relief even hope that maybe he really hadn't transformed permanently into the cold mercenary that he had thought he had. Maybe he really was inching back to who he had been before. Still, even through this haze of conflicting feelings, he was able to take a measure of satisfaction from the sight of Bubba's urine-soaked pants as the patrolmen dragged him away. Yeah, sure, maybe making the man who had terrified Amber piss himself in fear wasn't quite as satisfying as snapping his neck would have been. But it was still satisfying. Officer Williams stepped up to Seth and put his hand on his shoulder. Good work, son. Fisher says that you might be joining the force. We could use a man like you. Williams radio went off and he stepped away as he pulled it from his belt. Seth moved across the parking lot in long strides. He knew that The Colonel was right; he didnt need to be on the force. Hed seen enough. Hed done enough. He just wanted to be the best man he could be. And to be with Amber.

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Yes, Seth, Vickey said as she wheeled Amber out of the hospitals sliding doors into the cold night air, I am sure that she is fine. Dr. Corbin would not release her if she wasnt. Seth knew that what Vickey was saying was true, but Amber had been through a lot. Even though she had been thoroughly examined, had had tests run - including an MRI - and been cleared, Seth thought it made more sense to just keep her overnight. For observation. They had been at the hospital in the emergency room for the last four hours, what would a few more hurt? Amber reached up and touched his hand, her clear hazel eyes shining up at him. Im fine, Seth. I promise.

He nodded. There were red marks and a small cut across her neck. Seeing the marks on her neck made his gut clench. He should have been there. He should have kept her safe. After opening the door to his truck, he turned as Amber was standing up out of the wheelchair. He stepped beside her and scooped her into his arms. Her eyes widened and a smile spread across her face. Oh, my, Vickey chuckled as she fanned herself. I do declare! Chivalry isn't dead after all. Amber laughed and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. Seth gently placed her on the seat and amusement danced in her eyes. Her hand came to rest on his cheek. I could have gotten in by myself. He leaned into her touch, placing a kiss against her palm. He felt a shiver run up her arm. But this is nice, too, she said, a little breathlessly. A smile tugged at his lips as he closed the door and went around to the drivers side. Amber rolled down the window. Thank you so much, Vickey. See you at the wedding! Glad youre okay, Sweetie Pie! See ya soon. Vickey was standing at the side entrance to the hospital waving happily. As they drove away, Seth adjusted the heat so that she wouldnt get cold as he said, You dont need to do this Amber. Jamie and Alex said they would postpone the wedding. She turned to him with a look of steel determination. That is not happening. Amber - No, Seth. I am going to the wedding. That is not negotiable, her tone was firm and unyielding. You need to rest. Listen, she sighed then, speaking softly, continued, Dr. Corbin said that aside from a few scrapes and bruises, I'm one hundred percent fine. So, physically, there is no reason I cant go. And emotionally I couldnt think of a better way to put this horrible night behind me than to be with all my friends celebrating. Seth remained quiet. He knew on some level that she was right. But he didnt have to be happy about it. You can pout all you want. Im still going. I dont pout, Seth said. Ummm, yeah, ya do, she said. He stared straight ahead at the road in front of them. She pointed her finger at him declaring happily, See, youre doing it right now. He turned and saw her eyes were filled with happiness and light. A knot that had taken up residence in his chest since Katie had told him that Amber had gone to the hospital by herself started

to loosen. Amber really was okay. He looked back at the road and took in a deep breath. Seth didnt know what he would have done if he had lost her. Im sorry, he said. You dont have to apologize, but I am going to the wedding. Im sorry because I wasnt there tonight. You were! No. Not in time. No, I meant that...you were there. In my head. I could hear your voice telling me to stay calm and the only reason I got away was because I did. I waited for a moment he would be distracted and I did the third move you showed us. Amber reached over and touched his arm, I got away because I took your self-defense class. Seth didnt know what to say to that. He was so proud of Amber for fighting back and getting away. But that asshole should have never gotten a chance to get her alone. He still should have been there. So, she said, turning and looking out the window, I guess since you caught Bubba, you can take me home. I can get my sewing machine tomorrow. Okay, he said still staring at the road. He could see her head turn towards him out of the corner of his eye. She stared at him for a minute, then laid her head back on the headrest, and quietly said, Okay.

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Amber closed her eyes as disappointment washed over her. She was sore, tired, and - more than anything in the world - she just wanted to be in Seths arms tonight. She had not expected him to agree so quickly with the idea of her returning to her duplex. She had only suggested it because she didnt want to overstay her welcome. But, then again, maybe it was good that she make a clean break. After the wedding and then the holidays were over, they probably wouldnt be seeing too much of each other. Their paths would inevitably cross, it was a small town - but maybe it was better if she didnt spend one more night with him. She had been hopeful after the night they had spent together that they did have a future. But now she thought differently. If he could just drop her off at her house after the night she had just had, then

obviously she was reading too much into what she thought they had shared. Even though she knew she was being logical, she still couldnt shake the feeling that she had heard him say that he loved her before she had been taken to the emergency room. But she had probably just been in shock. When she had asked the two doctors if they had heard it too, they hadnt answered her...so it was probably just in her head. She heard the clicking sound of the garage door opener and opened her eyes. They were headed into the underground parking at Seths apartment complex. She was confused. I said I could get my stuff tomorrow. He didnt answer her. Okay. Lets try this again. I thought you were taking me home. I am. Okay... She was a smart girl. She wasnt about to argue when this is exactly where she wanted to be. She tried to stay logical. She didnt want to get ahead of herself but this was definitely not a bad sign. She couldnt help but feel a small tinge of hope. Did you get to see your mom? Seth asked as they pulled into the garage. No, but the doctors told me that she requested to go back to Horizons. And this time when she goes, it will be under doctor supervision. Hopefully that will mean that she wont be able to just check herself out. Seth nodded as he got out of the truck. Amber began to gingerly step out and Seth was immediately there, helping her down. His eyes were filled with worry and concern. She didnt want him to feel either. She was fine. In fact, she was more than fine. She knew where her mom was. Sure, she was in the hospital - but, at least for now, Amber knew she was safe. The person who had been harassing her was behind bars. And she was with Seth, for now. In this moment, she was amazing.

Chapter Twenty-six
As Amber removed her jacket and hung it on the hook, she heard Seth click the lock to the front door behind her. Soft lighting filtered into the room from the stars illuminating the sky. She moved to the large windows overlooking the river. The water shined as moonlight danced across its surface. It was peaceful. Beautiful. Her limbs suddenly began to feel heavy as she took in the breathtaking view. All of the adrenaline seemed to drain out of her at once. She kicked off her shoes and concentrated on the coolness of the hard wood floors beneath her feet, grounding her in this moment. Since the attack, she had basically been operating on auto pilot. Answering police officers' questions. Answering doctors' questions. Answering nurses' questions. It had been a long night. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. She wanted to crawl up on the couch and go to sleep but before she did that she needed to take a shower. She felt dirty (and not the good kind of dirty!). She needed to wash off the smell of stale cigarettes, B.O., booze, and hospital. She took a deep breath, trying to summon the strength to move her feet towards the bathroom. Just as she was turning she felt herself being lifted off the floor. She gasped as Seth scooped her up and cradled her in his arms. A smile flitted across her face as she let herself luxuriate in the feeling of being held by the man she loved. In the warmth of his protective arms, she felt totally safe and loved. His crystal blue eyes looked down at her with a much-too-serious stare. Hi, she said softly, trying to gauge his mood. Hi, he replied, his voice low. Her body trembled at the sound of his husky tone. Realizing if she could smell the stench on herself, then he could too, she quickly explained, I was just about to take a shower. He didnt say anything, just turned and started walking towards his bedroom, carrying her in his arms. She loved that he didnt talk just to talk. It made the words which he did choose to speak all that much more important and special. Amber sighed as she snuggled into him and buried her face against his neck. She inhaled deeply and a warmth of pleasure spread through her as the scent of clean soap and rugged earthiness enveloped her senses. He smelled likeSeth. Tingles ran down her spine. She didnt think she would ever get used to the potent effect that Seths scent had on her body. As the lovely sensation overtook her, she closed her eyes and let herself completely relax, sinking into his cushioning embrace.

Far too soon, she felt herself being lowered to the floor. She wanted to protest the new position but she knew he couldnt carry her around all night. As her feet hit the cold tile floor, she opened her eyes to see that she was standing in the master bathroom. It was amazing. The room had an almost dreamlike quality to it. There were several candles lit, steam floated through the air, and soft oldies music played from an iPod dock on the counter. Amber really hoped that this wasnt another one of her sexay-time dreams. Or, if it was, then she really didnt want to wake up anytime soon. Seth moved behind her and she felt her arms being lifted as he pulled her cream sweater up and over her head gently. Her eyes looked up into the mirror and her breath caught in her throat. His magnificent form framed her as his china blue eyes stared at her through the reflection. Her pulse sped as she watched his large hands tenderly spread across her thin waist. His thick fingers traced along the hem of her jeans. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as he undid the button to her jeans before pulling the zipper down. His movements were steady and unhurried. He dipped his roughened fingers beneath her panties touching her bare skin and a zing of awareness zapped through her at his touch. He pushed her pants and underwear down in one movement, she held onto his muscled shoulder as she stepped out of them. He stood back up and his arms wound around her waist once again. He nestled his face to her as he held her possessively. She felt his warm breath against her neck and she sucked in a shuddering breath. The fabric of his jeans covering his hardened groin rubbed deliciously against her naked backside. His soft cotton shirt grazed her back as he tightened his hold on her. Ambers dazed eyes lifted once again to take in their reflection in the mirror. She stood fully nude surrounded by Seths embrace. Both the visual and tactile experiences were highly erotic, causing her to quiver with need. Seth must have taken this as a sign that she was cold because he moved away from her then and led her to the corner of the large room where there was a large oval tub filled with steaming water. Oh dear God, if this is a dream, please, please can I just never wake up! That hot bath looked heavenly but Amber already missed the feeling of protection and safety that she had felt in Seths arms. Are you going to join me? she asked as she dipped her toe and stepped into the heated water. As she lifted her other leg over the side of the tub, Seth was already naked and stepping in behind her. The man had serious skills. He sat and she slid down between his legs. She felt his steel length pressing firmly along her back and his strong thighs rubbed against her body. He lifted a silver cup that sat on the edge of the tub then dipped it in the bathwater. Lean your head back, he instructed.

As soon as she did, he poured the heavenly water over her, and the liquid warmth cascaded down her head and over her shoulders. He expertly repeated this several times before picking up a washcloth she hadnt even noticed was there. He wet the rag before picking up a bar of soap and working it into the cloth until it was nice and sudsy. He then began running the soapy washcloth up and down her arms and over her shoulders. When he got to her neck she heard him curse under his breath as he brushed the fabric gently over her abrasions. He picked up the shiny silver cup again this time pouring it over her now soapy skin. She closed her eyes as she melted into his well-defined chest. She listened to the soft melodic music and reveled in the decadent pleasure of his unadulterated pampering. She felt the soft fabric on her skin again, this time just below her collar bone. A frisson of excitement raced through her as his steady hands guided the cloth down over her breasts. Amber watched as he rubbed the washcloth over her chest. He then set the cloth down and his hands spread across the slopes of her breasts as they enveloped her creamy suds-covered mounds. Seth gently squeezed her fullness in his large hands. Her nipples strained in tight peaks seeking his attention. A soft cry escaped her mouth as she shamelessly pushed her chest against his palms. She felt a deep moan vibrate in his chest as his heart pounded against her back. He continued sensually kneading her breasts still avoiding her aching nipples. Touch me, she pleaded. Without a moments hesitation, his fingers surrounded her puckering nipples. He rubbed them firmly, then rolled them between his thumb and index finger. The moisture of the water caused his touch to be even more arousing. As he tugged them with just the right amount of force, a bolt of acute pleasure shot down between her legs. Fiery, exquisite sensations radiated through her. Seth began peppering damp kisses up and down her neck. Her core pulsed with arousal as her hips began moving of their own accord begging for his touch. Wild passion raced through her body. Seth, she whispered her voice constricted with need. His mouth skimmed her jaw as he slid his hand beneath the water down her trembling belly. She parted her legs as far as she could in invitation. Lust surged through her as his hand glided over her needy flesh. He cupped his hand over the apex of her thighs and he stilled. Her body was pulsing with pent up desire, she felt like she was going to burst. She wanted to burst. But Seth remained still. She waited. Not patiently. But she waited. She felt his uneven breathing against her cheek as he whispered, Youre mine. Yes, she moaned in agreement. He then started moving his hand with gentle authority over her sex, gliding his fingers up and

down her pouty lips, applying the perfect amount of pressure to send shuddering tremors through her limbs. A feverish rush of urgency grew stronger and stronger with each pass of his rhythmic strokes. She lifted her hands from the sides of the tub and wrapped her fingers around his bulging biceps. She gripped him tightly. He continued his sensual assault, erotically caressing both her breast and core, sending her spiraling into bliss. Just as she felt her release building, he brushed his finger over her pleasure nub, sending shocks of intense and tingling spasms jerking through her. She dug her nails into his skin as she rode out the waves of pleasure crashing over her. As she came down from the peak of her climax all she could think was Best. Bath. Ever.

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Seth sat behind Amber as her body quivered with aftershocks, his own body screaming with suppressed arousal. It didnt matter to him what his own body was saying, though - tonight was solely about Amber. His needs werent even secondary, they were non-existent. All that mattered was that she felt good. Safe. Protected. He felt her body slacken against his as she yawned, exhausted. He stood, picking her up and stepping out of the bath. Setting her down, he wrapped a large towel around her and began drying her off. As he looked into her eyes he saw that dark circles had formed beneath them. She needed rest. He quickly dried her off before picking her up again. She giggled as she nuzzled against his neck, Im not complaining, but you do know I can walk, right? Not tonight, he said as he laid her down on his newly-acquired bed. Her eyes widened as her head spun to look beneath her. You have a bed! When did you get a bed? Tonight, he said as he laid down next her drawing her into his arms. She instantly snuggled up next to him, lying her head on his chest, and he knew this was exactly where she belonged. With him. When did you have time to go buy a bed? she asked her gorgeous hazel eyes looked up at him through long dark lashes. I had Jason go pick it up. She sighed contentedly, draping one long, toned leg over his thigh, Thank you, Jason. He rubbed his hand up and down the length of her spine and she began making soft purring

sounds as she shifted her leg, pressing her moist center against his bare thigh. He swallowed a groan. Amber lifted her head up and rested her chin on her hand she said seriously, And thank you, Seth - for bringing me here tonight, and the bath, and...everything. A sadness laced her voice as she said, I really didnt want to go home tonight. You are home, the words came out of his mouth completely of their own volition. He meant them but he hadnt meant to say them. What? she asked, her eyes widening in shock. Move in with me. It wasnt a question. He knew it should be butit wasnt. Wait a minute. She sat up, running her fingers through her hair, causing her breasts to bounce at the movement. He knew he really needed to be following along in this conversation - it was kind of an important one, after all - but with her perfect mounds sitting in front of him, it was hard. Literally. What are you saying? she asked, seeking clarification of his out-of-the-blue statement. He knew she deserved an explanation and he wanted to give her one. He just didnt know how to say it. Taking a deep breath he just started talking, Im not ever going to be the guy with the wife, the kids, the picket fence. I know thats what you deserve. I wish I could be that for you. But I cant. She nodded silently and he continued. This past week has been the first time in my adult life that I have ever felt like I had a home. That was because of you. You are my home Amber. He saw tears brimming in her eyes. Move in with me, he repeated. She just stared at him and he really wished she would do the thing she always did when there was any kind of a long pause. His heart was beating like a jackhammer. After several minutes he prompted, Amber. Sorry, she let out a strangled laugh as she shook her head slightly, I think I might be in shock. Did you really just ask me to move in with you? Yes. She sat, seeming to mull over his proposition. One question, she said holding up her finger, I thought I heard you say something right before they wheeled me out of the garage. Did you say what I think you said? Yes. She narrowed her eyes tilting her head, How do you know what I think you said? I heard you ask before the door shut. Her naked chest was rising and falling rapidly and, as much as he knew this was probably one of the most critical conversations of his life, he was still

having a difficult time focusing. So, she lifted her eyebrows in an expectant stare, what did you say? Oh, right. Damn, who knew arousal killed brain function? He felt a smile tug at his lips as he calmly said, I love you. A huge smile spread across her face as she laid back down beside him. She lightly pressed her trembling lips to his as she said, I love you too. And, yes, I will move in with you. He let out a breath he hadnt even known he had been holding as his hands reached up and cupped her face. He softly pressed his mouth to hers as he rolled her onto her back, easing his body up over her. Her legs opened and she wrapped them around his back, cushioning him in her feminine heat. Her lips parted and he moved his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue stroked across hers in slow, languorous sweeps. What started out as gentle and tempered soon turned hot and passionfueled. With effort, he dragged himself back from the cliff edge of desire that he was about to plunge over. She needed rest. Not this. He forced himself to push away from her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she looked up at him with need shimmering in her eyes. Where are you going? You need to rest, he said forcibly. No, I dont, she shook her head feebly. He lifted a hand that was bracing him above her and brushed a fallen hair off her forehead as he said, Yes you do. She stared up at him blankly and he rolled onto his back. Just as he was going to pull her into his arms she sat up and swung her leg over his hip, straddling him. Her moist center pressed against his throbbing length. Tonight, she said as she rocked her hips into him, you are not in charge. Loving the feel of her weight on his body and needing to touch her, his hands reached out to grip her hips and she swatted them away playfully, Hands to yourself. He smiled at her take-charge attitude. He liked it. A lot. Again, she rocked her hips, this time running her fingers through her hair, causing it to fall behind her back. Seths mouth watered at the sight of her full breasts on display in front of him. Ambers eyes closed as she moved her hips, running her sex up and down his shaft. With each pass, her arousal coated him until his entire member was slick with her desire. He needed to touch her. He reached up and barely made contact with her luscious breasts before her eyes opened and she firmly grabbed his wrists, a wicked smile playing across her mouth

as she placed them at his sides, I said hands to yourself." Even playfully, it was difficult for Seth to give up control. But looking into Ambers eyes, lit up with arousal at the thought of being in control of their lovemaking, he knew there was no way he would take that away from her. He smiled as he lifted his hands and laced them behind his head casually. Her eyes darkened with lust as she stilled, saying, You are really sexy. So are you. She smiled knowingly at his statement before raising up on her knees and positioning the head of his penis at her opening. His erection jumped as she pressed her dewy flesh over the tip. A guttural moan ripped from his chest as a surge of pleasure shot through him. He flexed his hands behind head, trying to maintain control. Ambers lips parted with a small gasp as she lowered herself onto him. He slid, inch by inch, into her hot, moist sheath. She sat still for a moment, eyes closed, as he felt himself grow larger inside of her and her inner walls pulsed tightly around him. Slowly, he felt her hips begin to roll, and the movement caused his body to be strung even tighter. She opened her eyes and leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest as she moved her hips back and forth, rocking against him seductively. He saw a flush rising up her neck as she began moving up and down, sliding his rod in and out of her body. He looked down to see the place where they were intimately joined, and the sight of his length glistening with her juices as it glided in and out of her body was its own brand of sensual torment. He wanted so badly to touch her. To guide her hips. It was a vicious cycle - the harder he had to fight himself to keep from taking back control from her, the more aroused he became, which made him want to touch her and control their movements even more. As her speed picked up, he felt tremors coursing through his body as pleasure coiled in his groin. She looked down at him as her thighs began to quiver. Seth remained still aside from the small movement of his hips as they met hers. His eyes never left hers as he watched Amber bring herself to climax riding on top of him. Her nails dug into his chest as her breathing became more and more ragged. Her lips parted as her entire body shook with her release. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. She collapsed on top of him and the sweet smell of her hair filled his nostrils as her breasts pressed against his chest. His steel hard length throbbed inside of her as he felt the last spasms of her inner walls contracting around him. When her breathing slowed, he quickly flipped her onto her back, never breaking their intimate contact. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at him with renewed lust.

He felt the corner of his mouth turn up as he said in a gravelly tone, My turn. Her eyes widened and he grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. He dipped his head and pulled her taut nipple between his lips, lightly nipping the beaded bud with his teeth before slowly gliding his tongue across it. After giving one breast his laser-focused attention, he moved to the other. He moved back and forth until she was squirming beneath him. With each pass of his tongue, he felt her chest rising faster as her breathing became more and more shallow. With the hand that held her wrists, he rubbed his thumb across the soft skin beneath her palm and felt her pulse beating rapidly. He was still buried deep inside of her tight warmth, his length throbbing heavily. Need rocketed through him, but he held his pelvis perfectly still, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in her snug feminine core. Every time her hips bucked against him he would use his free hand to grip her hip, holding her tightly in place. Seth, she cried. He lifted his head, looking at her as he rubbed the rough hairs of his five oclock shadow slowly across her highly sensitized, wet, pebble-hard nipples. Please, she whimpered as her hips once again bucked against him. Hearing the desperation in her voice, he moved up her body, framing her beautiful face with both of his arms. His heart pounded as the stared down into her intoxicatingly beautiful eyes. He released her wrists from his hold and threaded his fingers through hers as he began slowly pulling out then pushing back inside of her moist heat. With each stroke he increased both the speed and pressure. Amber tightened her fingers around his hand as her body started shaking beneath him. Her soft, needy sounds turned to loud whimpers of pleasure, crying out his name as she went up and over the edge. He felt his body quickly building to release. Leaning down he covered her mouth with his in a passionate kiss as explosions of ecstasy filled his entire body. As the lasts pulses of sensual gratification twitched through him, he rested his forehead against hers. I love you, his managed to say, his voice strained. Her eyes shined as she whispered back, I love you so much. Seth moved beside her and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled her rear up against him as a small sigh of satisfaction fell from her lips. As he drifted off into a peaceful sleep with Amber safe and happy in his arms, he feltcomplete.

Chapter Twenty-seven
Honestly Jamie, I am fine. Do not give it another thought, Amber assured her friend as she helped her into her wedding dress. As Amber buttoned the tiny buttons in the back of Jamies white lace trumpet gown, Jamie shook her head, I just cant believe that you were held, with a knife to your neck, just last night and youre here, she looked over her shoulder, and you look amazing. You are a rock star. Amber just smiled as she finished buttoning the last of the buttons. She knew it might be odd, but the incident in the garage didnt feel like it had happened last night. It felt like it was in the distant past. Can I ask you one thing? Jamie whispered conspiratorially. Amber looked around the room. It was just her and Jamie in the small bridal suite. Why are you whispering? Amber asked. Oh, Jamie laughed, I dont know. I guess I usually dont ask people personal questions. I was just wondering if you and Seth are, you know...together. Thats not really that personal, Jam, Amber loved her friends. They were all such amazing women with funny quirks. Well, its none of my business, Jamie said by way of explanation. Yes, Amber answered happily, we are together. Officially. Jamie clapped her hands excitedly, Oh, I knew it! You guys belong together. The door flung open and Katie and Sophie came in with worried looks on their faces. Whats wrong? Amber and Jamie asked in unison. Well, I dont really know how to say this, Katie said as she glanced back at Sophie nervously. Um, well Sophie began. Is it Joey? Amber could hear the fear in Jamies voice. No. Katie and Sophie shook their heads. Is it Alex? Jamie asked her voice a little shaky. No. Katie and Sophie replied. Jamie put out her hands. Then what? Well, I dont want this to put a damper on the occasion but Katie began. Just tell me, Jamies voice held a little panic in it. The door flew open again. Katies Aunt Wendy who was also the wedding coordinator, came in, speaking into her headset. Stand down for now. Whats going on? Jamie asked the room in general.

The back two rows of the church are filled with girls crying their eyes out, Aunt Wendy said bluntly. Katie and Sophie nodded their heads with knowing looks on their faces. What? Amber and Jamie looked at each other seeing if the other might understand what Wendy was talking about. Did someone die? Jamie asked. Well, I think they kind of look it that way. You see they were all friends of Alex, Wendy said tactfully. Ooooh, Jamie and Amber both said, coming up to speed. Alex had been pretty popular with the ladies and had maintained many friends with benefits relationships at once. Amber had always thought it was crazy that girls would put up with it, but, hey...she had to give Alex props on the fact that he never lied to girls or led them on. He just had game. Oh, those poor girls, Jamie said, bringing her hand to her mouth as she shook her head slowly back and forth. Poor girls, my ass! Sophie exclaimed. Those hoochies need to go. No. I dont want to kick anyone out, Jamie said, as long as theyre not being disruptive I dont mind if they stay. Maybe it will give them closure. I realize you said that genuinely, Katie smiled at Jamie, but coming out of someone elses mouth that, wellit wouldnt have sounded so genuine. Wendy put her hand up to her ear. Inform the girls they can stay but if I hear one peep out of them theyre out of here. Katie turned to her aunt, I have to know. Who are you talking to at the other end of that thing? All the girls immediately turned to look at Wendy. Amber certainly was curious. Wendy winked. I have people. The girls laughed as the door opened again and Chelle walked in, wiping her dress and looking a little frazzled. She apologized as she lifted her head, I am so sorry Im late. Mya just wouldnt quit eating and then she threw up and then Chelle stopped mid-sentence. She stopped moving, stopped talking. She stood perfectly still, eyes frozen on Jamie. What? Jamie asked looking down at her dress and touching her hair. You look so beautiful! You are like the perfect combination of Audrey Hepburn and Natalie Wood, Chelle said sincerely. The room erupted, everyone agreeing that this was exactly what Jamie looked like. Wendys watch beeped. Okay girls. Its go time. They all lined up in order and walked to the large wooden double doors that led to the

sanctuary. Amber felt butterflies in her stomach. She had been in quite a few weddings. Recently, in fact. But she had never been nervous. Now she realized that the reason for that had been the fact that Seth had never been standing at the end of the aisle. Jamies Aunt Hazel came around the corner holding Joeys hand and Amber almost lost it. She couldn't believe how cute Joey looked in his tiny little tux! She already felt herself getting choked up, and the ceremony hadn't even started yet! Jamie knelt down beside him and tugged on his tie. You ready to do this, little man? Joey put his fist in the air as he smiled from ear to ear, Yes! Then, as he took his moms hand, he pulled on it and she bent down once again. You look as beautiful as a princess, Joey whispered to his mom. Oh, yeah. Amber was gonna cry like a baby today. Amber saw tears filling Jamies eyes as she sniffed and said, Thanks, little man. You look as handsome - As a ninja? Joey interrupted excitedly. Yes, Jamie laughed, as handsome as a ninja. Jamie stood as Wendy handed out the bouquets. Wendy had arranged the men in order of youngest to oldest since Alex didnt have a best man so Sophie was walking first, followed by Katie, then Chelle, and Amber was last. As the girls made their way down the aisle, Amber took a deep breath. When Wendy touched her arm, indicating it was her turn to go, Amber looked up and the world stopped. Seth Sloan in a tux was lethal.

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Seth stood beside his brother Alex as he watched his sisters-in-law, each in turn, make their way down the aisle. They all wore the dresses that he had watched Amber working on for the past week. God, she was so talented! The more he learned about her, the more he loved. Seth was well aware that he had had what most would have considered an unhealthy obsession with the girl in DC for the last eight years. Honestly, if someone would have told him it was possible to feel more connected, to share deeper passion with anyone - even that same girl - than what he felt the night he met Amber...well, he would have said they were full of shit. But it was possible, and he did. The past week with Amber being in his home had been the best week of his life. It wasnt about the sex, although that was insanely hot, it was just about her.

He loved knowing that when she woke up in the morning she mumbled; she didnt really start talking until after she had her coffee. He loved that he now knew all of the songs she hummed while she sewed. He loved that he could tell what kind of a mood she was in by how long she took in the shower and that she always sighed when she was done eating. He loved her. After watching Chelle as she walked down and took her place beside Katie, Seth looked back down the aisle just in time to see Amber take her place in the doorway. Seth froze. His world stopped spinning. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Amber slowly made her way down the aisle and a small smile played on her lips. A vision flashed in his mind of her in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him, where he would wait for her at the altar. It was only a second, but it was clear as day. He would have thought that such a vision would have made him feel panicked, or at least a little scared, but in fact the opposite happened. He wanted to see it again. He tried unsuccessfully to will the image back so he could memorize every detail. The music changed as the pianist started playing the bridal march and everyone stood. God, he couldnt tear his eyes away from Amber! He saw tears begin to fill Ambers eyes as a chorus of awwwwww swept through the crowd like a wave. He finally turned and saw Joey and Jamie walking down the aisle, beaming, hand in hand. Seth had to admit that it was pretty sweet. As they reached the end of the aisle, the pastor asked, Who gives this woman to marry this man? Joey stood up straight and said, I give my mom to marry him. Joey pointed at Alex, lest there be any confusion as to who he was entrusting his mom to. There were a few quiet chuckles around the sanctuary and Seth noticed several women in the church place their hands over their chests and mouthed awww in reaction to little man giving his mom away. Alex stepped forward and ruffled Joeys hair as he took Jamies hand. Seth motioned for Joey to come and stand by him just has they had practiced in rehearsal. He heard his brother whisper to Jamie that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Seths eyes tracked back to Amber like a moth to a flame. Anytime Amber was near him, he had a hard time not staring at her, not just losing himself in gazing at her loveliness. Jamie was beautiful, but his brother was wrong. Amber was by far the most beautiful woman on earth. Sensing Seths eyes on her, Amber lifted her gaze to his. As soon as their eyes locked, the rest of the world disappeared to Seth. She was all that existed. A small, almost shy smile formed on her beautiful mouth before she quickly returned her

attention to the ceremony. Seth forced himself to do the same. The pastor was welcoming everyone there to celebrate the union of Alex and Jamie, and then proceeded to elaborate on the meaning of marriage, Marriage can be a great adventure when it is the outward expression of a great love; such a love is characterized by compassion, passion, and courage. It allows you to see through to your partner's essence, willing to be in total support of your partner's well-being, goals, purpose and spirit; and unwilling for your partner to be less than all he or she can be - spiritually, mentally, and physically. Sooner or later, we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines and romance in movies. We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives. For love is the creator of our favorite memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams. Without love, we merely exist. With love, we truly begin to live! Such a love requires that you be totally honest with yourself and your mate, that you ask for what you want, take action even though you are afraid, share your feelings and listen - but leave your partner free to be who they really are. In other words, always love your partner for who they are, not for who you think they should be. Seth listened and he slowly came to the realization that that was exactly what he shared with Amber. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never have that again, never share that with anyone else. What he and Amber had was once-in-a-lifetime. Alex turned to Seth, holding out his hands for the rings. Seth pulled them from his jacket pocket and was filled with pride for his brother as he listened to him say his vows. I, Alex, take you, Jamie, to be my wife, my partner in life, and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward, for as long as we both shall live. Seth heard a commotion in the back of the church and saw several girls being escorted out by Katies Aunt Wendy. They looked like they were crying. That was weird. As Alex slipped the ring on Jamies finger, he said, "I, Alex, give you, Jamie, this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." Seth noticed that tears had begun falling down Jamies face. Seth felt a pull on his hand and he looked down to see Joeys very serious face looking up at him. He leaned down and Joey whispered,

Is my mom okay? Yes, Seth smiled as he whispered, shes crying because shes happy. Joey scrunched up his face at him and looked at Seth like he thought he must be crazy. Seth shrugged and quietly said, Girls. Joey immediately understood, and with a knowing nod, agreed in a whisper, Girls. As Seth stood, Jamie was just beginning her vows. I, Jamie, take you, Alex to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love, her voice cracked as she sniffed, I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. The pastor handed her a tissue as tears fell down her face. She wiped her eyes and then continued, I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward, for as long as we both shall live. She then took the ring and slipped it on his brothers hand as she said, "I, Jamie, give you, Alex, this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." Music began playing again and Seth nudged Joey, who was taking part in a candle lighting ceremony. Alex, Jamie and Joey all took separate candles and used them to light one large candle, then blew out their individual flames, signifying their union as a family. When Joey returned to his spot next to Seth he held up his hand proudly and Seth gave his new nephew a high five. Wow. Seth hadnt actually thought about it until just that moment, but yes, that was true. Not only did he have a brand new niece, he now also had a nephew. He knew his other brothers would probably also be having kids in the next few years, and that all of the kids would grow up with each other. Looking back, he realized how much he had enjoyed having, not just his brothers, but also his cousins Haley, Krista, Becca, and Jessie, around all the time. His childhood was filled with memories of them all. Never before had he felt a deep desire to have kids of his own, but now he did. He looked up at Amber as she held her bouquet in front of her and realized that if she was pregnant right now he would beexcited. Hell, forget excited. He'd be thrilled. The pastors voice interrupted his thoughts as he loudly proclaimed, By the power vested in me by the State of Illinois, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." A huge smile spread across Jamies face as Alex leaned down and kissed her. He continued kissing her as he lifted her off the ground. Cheers erupted as Joey once again pulled on Seths hand. They do that all the time, Uncle Seth, Joeys huge brown eyes looked up at him as he shook his head.

Sorry, little man, Seth said in commiseration as he ruffled Joeys hair. Hearing those words Uncle Seth come out of Joeys mouth sealed it. He definitely wanted a little boy or girl looking up at him calling him Dad. After the cheering had begun to die down, the pastor opened his arms and said, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Alex Sloan. The cheering started up once again at an even higher volume as Alex and Jamie made their way down the aisle. Seth heard the guys that worked at the fire house with his brother whistling and whooping. Joey followed Alex and Jamie, and Seth stepped to the middle and held out his arm to escort Amber down the aisle. She was smiling from ear to ear as she took his arm and he leaned down and quickly kissed her. He hadnt thought her smile could get any bigger but it did. God, he loved her.

Chapter Twenty-eight
Okay, Haley said as she took a seat at the large round table where Chelle, Katie, and Amber had gravitated after having completed the bulk of their bridesmaid's duties, I realize that you are probably sick of repeating it, but I have to know what happened last night. I know you said you were fine when I texted you, but I want details. Yes, details please. I have been dying to know, Katie said as baby Mya slept in her arms. Well, um, it all happened really fast. I was in such a rush to see my mom when I parked that I forgot my purse in the car. When I went back to get it, he grabbed me from behind and put a knife to my throat. Oh my gosh! Haley exclaimed, her hands flying to cover her mouth. Then he dragged me to a dark corner, and thank God I had taken that seminar with Seth, because I could literally hear Seths voice in my head telling what to do - to stay calm, not to panic. To remember that my elbows, hands, and heels were weapons, and where to aim, because no matter how big your attacker is, they have weak spots. So anyway, when a cars headlights flashed, distracting him, I did one of the moves Seth had taught us, and then I and started running. I tripped on a cement wheel block, and that slowed me down, but I still got up and kept going. When I reached the door to the catwalk, I felt him grab me and I screamed. No, Chelle said, scooting forward in her chair. But it actually wasn't him, as it turns out, it was Seth. Oh, man, when I saw it was Seth it felt like all the adrenaline that had kicked in when the attack started just instantly evaporated. My muscles got all jelly-like and I collapsed. He picked me up. My face was covered in blood because I had gotten a bloody nose when I fell, so he called for security and medical attention. Then he held me till they came and put me on a stretcher and wheeled me away. Wow, Katie shook her head. And, Amber continued, Seth was the one who caught Bubba. The guys name is really Bubba? Katie asked. No, his name is Buford, but I guess his nickname is Bubba. Amber explained. Oh, well, dang. Im not even sure which one I would use if those were my options, Katie said as she moved Mya to her other arm. So Buford/Bubba was responsible for the break-ins as well, right? Yep, Amber sighed, I guess when my mom was in Horizons, she was bragging about me and how well the shop was doing. Well, not bragging, really - it was more like exaggerating to the point of flat-out lying.

Bubba was also a patient there and he saw my mom as an easy mark. He convinced her they were going to get married and drive across the country. Officer Williams said that he confessed to both the break-in at Bella and at my house. We have him on tape busting out my car windows, but for what it's worth, he confessed to that, too. He said my mom didnt know anything about any of that. She was just trying to get money from me so they could go on their road trip and elope. Im just so glad youre okay, Amber, Chelle said. So Seth found Buford/Bubba in the garage? Katie asked. Yep. Officer Williams said that Seth had him pinned against the wall with the same knife he had used on me pressed against his throat. That whole thing totally sounds like a movie, and my cousin makes a badass hero! Haley declared. He is definitely my hero, Amber smiled as she took a sip of champagne. The girls continued to chatter on about the incident as Amber leaned back in her chair, reflecting. She hadnt really given the whole thing much thought since Seth had taken her home last night. She had been too busy being ridiculously happy about the fact that Seth wanted them to really do this. To actually be together. She looked across the room at Seth and a tremor ran through her entire body. His mere presence commanded a room. His air of authority was so amazingly hot that Amber felt her cheeks getting warm as she stared at him. He was standing with his brothers and Cameron. He looked more relaxed and happier than she had ever seen him look. She hoped that she had (at least a little) something to do with that. Okay, I need all the single ladies on the dance floor, the DJ announced in his booming voice. Jamie is going to throw the bouquet. Amber remained seated. She hated this part of the wedding. Women took it way, way too seriously. They would throw elbows, step on toes - she even had one woman spit on her in order to grab the bouquet! She didnt need the drama. Certainly not after the month she had just had. She had been on the receiving end of enough violence perpetrated by someone trying to grab something they felt belonged to them, thankyouverymuch. Haley stood and grabbed her arm as Single Ladies by Beyonce started playing. Lets go, single lady. Im good, Hales. You go ahead, Amber said as she reached to pick up her glass of champagne. I dont think so, Chickadee, lets go. Haley grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the wooden

dance floor. Amber stayed at the rear of the pack as several women pushed their way to the front. She hung back with the four Sloan girls as Jamie stepped in the center of the floor, flowers in hand. The music continued playing as the DJ counted down 3, 2, 1! Jamie threw her arm up in the air but then lowered it again, bouquet still in hand. It was a fake-out. Several girls dove for the floral arrangement that Jamie still held. Jamie looked over her shoulder coyly. That was just to make sure you were paying attention. Everyone laughed as the countdown started once again. The DJ yelled 3, 2, 1! Jamies arm once again flew up in the air. This time she released the bouquet and it went tumbling through the air. Right toward Amber. Uh oh.

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Seth leaned against the wall, sipping a beer as he watched Amber waiting on the dance floor with his cousins. He hadnt been able to stop staring at her all day. She would look sexy in a garbage bag. But, man - that dress was no garbage bag. It hugged every one of her curves and when she moved, it was as if the gown moved with her. Damn, he couldnt wait to get her home and out of that dress. He glanced at his watch. It had been less than ten hours since they had made love in the shower this morning and already Seth wanted her again. Badly. Cam threw his arm around Seths shoulders. You think about my proposal yet? Yes, Seth knew his friend had been waiting for an answer; he had just needed to be sure before he gave it to him. Yes, youve been thinking about it? Or yes, you want to do it? Cam asked hopefully. Both, Seth said. Cams face lit up as he yelled, Hell, yeah! Thats what Im talkin' about. Seth was glad the music was so loud no one was able to hear Cams outburst. So what about the lovely Miss Webb, whats the dealio? Cam asked happily. Were together. Daaaamn, good for you! Cam said as he slapped Seth on the back. But I was actually talking about the shit that went down in the hospital parking garage. Jason leaned forward so that his face was between their shoulders, You didnt hear? My

brother is a hero. He caught that asshole and pinned him up against the wall until the police got there. Seth shook his head. Ambers the hero. Cam (of course) ignored Seths statement, only commenting on what Jason had said, You had him against the wall and you didnt kill him? Seth watched as Jamie threw her arm up but did not release the bouquet. He saw women scrambling when they thought it was airborne. Amber stood in the back watching. She looked as if she had absolutely zero interest in catching the symbolic flowers. You going in for the garter toss? Cam asked Seth, and didn't even give him a chance to answer before issuing the challenge, Bet you twenty Ill get it. No. Seth replied flatly. No, youre not going in? Or no, you wont bet? Cam asked, seeking clarification. Both. Man, youre no fun. Seth watched as Jamie again threw her arm up in the air. This time she let go of the bouquet and it flew high in the air. Girls were falling over themselves. He thought he saw a couple of them throw some elbows. He tracked its trajectory and quickly scanned to Amber, who was staring as it flew straight at her. For a moment, he thought she was just going to let it hit her in the chest and bounce off of her onto the floor or, more likely, into the grasping claws of one (or more) of the other women. But at the last minute, she raised her arms and caught it. Cheers erupted from around the room. Well, mainly from his sisters-in-law and cousins, but they were loud. Jamie walked over and gave Amber a hug. He noticed that she whispered something into Amber's ear, but Amber just shook her head. She almost looked sad, or anxious, about having caught the bouquet. Bet youre gonna try to get that garter now, huh, buddy? Cam laughed. The DJ once again came over the loud speaker as Katies Aunt Wendy brought out a chair for Jamie to sit on while his brother removed the garter. Jamie moved to sit as Alex kneeled before her. He couldnt see his brothers face, but he did see Jamies as she blushed at something Alex had said. Seth saw her mouth, No, be good. Joeys here. Seth smiled as he moved behind Amber and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. Hi. She turned and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth before snuggling up tighter against him. He bent and whispered in her ear, I want to take you home and strip you out of that dress. I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want to hear you say my name as I bury myself inside of you. Ambers breathing was labored and he felt a shiver run through her body. That sounds like a

good plan. Everyone started cheering as Alex pulled Jamies garter off with his teeth. He began to move away from Amber but she pulled him back for one more kiss. Damn, he loved her. As he stepped onto the dance floor, Cam stood beside him as several other guys got into football stances. Alex spun the garter around on his finger before turning his back and shooting the garter over his shoulder. Guys jumped and dove. Seth watched it fly and reached his arm out, snatching it out of the air right before Cam had a chance to. The guys all cheered and his brother hugged him. He turned and saw Amber standing beside the wedding photographer. She lookednervous. Whats wrong? he asked stepping closer to her. She wants to take a picture. Amber lifted her bouquet and nodded to the garter he held in his hand. Okay. Seth kissed her briefly. Her eyebrows shot up. Really? Yeah. As the photographer was telling them how she wanted them posed, Cam yelled good-naturedly from the side of the dance floor, You know what this means, right? You two are next. Amber sat on Seths knee as the photographer had instructed. She looked at him with her hazel eyes clear and bright. She said evenly, Dont worry. I know this doesnt mean anything. Or, it could mean everything, Seth replied. What? Her brow furrowed in confusion. The photographer asked them to hold their poses. She said she needed to change her battery and began digging in her bag. He knew this wasnt the right time, that he should wait and talk to her when they were alone, but that didnt stop him from blurting out, Marry me. Ambers eyes widened as she breathlessly asked, What? Marry me, Seth repeated, a little harsher than he had meant to. Her eyes never left his as the corner of her mouth turned up. Are you asking me or telling me? Amber, he growled. Normally he loved it when she was a smart ass but right now he just wanted to know what her answer was. Then, thankfully, the small tugging up of the corners of her mouth blossomed into a full-blown, mega-watt smile as she declared happily, Yes. Yes, I will marry you! Okay, if you two could just look over here, Im ready, the photographer said cheerily.

Seth cupped Ambers face in his hands as he crushed his mouth to hers, pouring every last ounce of love and passion he felt for her into the kiss. Oooookayyy, I guess thatll work, too, Seth heard the photographer say as he kissed his fianc. Can we get the entire wedding party on the floor for a picture, the DJ announced from his booth. The rest of them began to make their way over. Seth and Amber stood as his brothers and their wives all joined them on the floor. He wrapped both of his arms around Ambers waist, holding her tightly. Riley held baby Mya in one arm and had his other wrapped around Chelle. Alex picked up Joey as he kissed his new bride, and Bobby and Jason both held their wives closely to them. The photographer quickly adjusted Jamie's dress before stepping back and saying, Smile. As the picture was snapped, Seth realized that for the first time in his life, he felt whole. Surrounded by his family and with Amber by his side, he felt totally at peace, with himself, with his life, and with his future.

Sneak Peek: Friction RED HOT PRIVATE EYE SERIES Novella

Chapter One You are focused. You are capable. You are in control. No one can hurt you. You can handle anything. Its going to be a great day! Raiza sat in her Prius, looking into the small square mirror that was built into her sun visor as she applied a coat of lip gloss to her full, naturally red lips. She finished her fourth round of daily affirmations at exactly the same moment she finished applying the gloss. She loved that! Synchronicity. After her last check in the mirror, she flipped up her visor and replaced the tube of liquid shine in its designated slot in her make-up bag, then replaced the bag inside the left compartment in her purse. She smiled. Every time she looked inside her purse it made her happy. There was nothing out of order. Anytime she needed to add a new item to carry she would immediately find a home for it to live in, and every time she would use said item she would always immediately return it to its rightful place. Order + Structure = Sanity. That was the equation she lived her life by, and it had served her well. Her life as a child had been anything but predictable. As an adult, when her life was in her own hands and not subject to the whims of others, Raiza had made sure that her life was just that - predictable. Predictability had its advantages, one of which was a sense of security. That was a feeling she had longed for as a youth. Of course, everything in life is a trade-off, so it also had its drawbacks. One of those was complete and utter boredom, which was something that she definitely did not crave. This tightly structured world that she had built for herself ensured that there were never any surprises. Which was great except for the fact that...well...there were never any surprises! A loud knock on her drivers side window ended her short jaunt to the island of self-reflection and yanked her abruptly back into reality. She looked up to see who had interrupted her rather pleasant reverie and found that there was a rather tall and lanky police officer standing beside her car waiting for her attention. She opened the door and he stepped back to allow her to exit. Can I help you with something? She asked as she swung her legs out of the car gracefully, setting her black Jimmy Choos on the pavement and smoothly rising to stand next to her car. He looked momentarily stunned as she stood. She patiently waited. She was used to men, and even sometimes women, needing a moment after they saw her. It took them a minute to collect themselves, before they could remember what they had been about to say...and where they were, what

year it was, etc. Her Aunt Margie used to tell her that she was the living, breathing definition of a stunner. Well, being from New Jersey, she had actually said stunna. But Aunt Margies point had been that when people saw Raiza, nine times out of ten they had a very strong reaction to her. Which was fine with Raiza. The attention was fine. Certainly, if she had been forced to choose, she would definitely prefer to be attractive rather than not, she always thought. But, still, sometimes it was a little isolating. People usually didnt really see her, or listen to her. They almost always had preconceived notions about her, theories about everything from her intelligence to her level of promiscuity. And, of course, these assumptions were wrong ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, as assumptions generally tend to be. This was one of the reasons that she loved her job, and loved the people she worked for and with so much. They saw her really saw her. Most days it was just her and George in her office. She loved George. George didn't care what she looked like, he didn't judge her by the size of her cleavage. He was responsive to her every request. He was the perfect man, basically. She sighed to herself. If only George wasn't her computer! But, she reflected, most of that could also be said for her co-workers. They saw her for who she was - brains, wit, creativity and all. She did not believe the same could be said for the police officer standing in front of her right now. She didn't think he had the ability to see anything beyond what was right in front of his nose, and he was having trouble processing what he did see. She shook her head. She needed to move this along if she was going to be on time for the Monday morning meeting. She cleared her throat to get his attention. Can I help you with something? she repeated slowly. The officer looked into her eyes, finally, and furrowed his brow as he said, I was about to ask you the same thing. Oh, youve got to be kidding me, Raiza thought to herself. At least he had the good sense not to look self-satisfied at what he must think was a very clever line. Oh, is that what you were working up to? she asked sardonically. Her tone must have been a little too sarcastic for Mr. Law and Orders liking because his posture and demeanor did an immediate one-eighty. His voice lowered an octave, and he planted his feet and puffed out his chest in what must've been an attempt to seem authoritative. It didnt work. Maam, I am going to need to see some ID, he said gruffly. Raiza was not about to give this man anything until she knew he was on the up-and-up. She smiled a slinky smile and said, Show me yours and Ill show you mine, officer He raised an eyebrow to her, seemingly unimpressed by her charms, and tapped on the badge

pinned to the upper left side of his uniform. Thats a very nice badge, but I'd like to see your identification card, Raiza said, politely but firmly. Uniforms and badges were very easy to fake, Raiza knew this all too well. The same could not be said for identification cards. He looked more than a little put out at her request, not to mention suspicious, but he did supply the card. Raiza examined it closely, taking her sweet time just because she thought it was funny to get his goat. The card was legit. She pulled out her drivers license and passed it over to him. As soon as he saw her name, his tune changed yet again. Dude, she thought, bi-polar much? Oh Ms. Diaz, yes, he said checking her name against a list on the clipboard he carried, umm...you are cleared for entry. Come this way. Cleared for entry' to her own office? Ooookaaaaay. What the hell was going on? Before she had a chance to ask those questions, she rounded the corner of the building where Red Hot was located and saw at least a half dozen uniformed officers and four detectives in plain clothes in the suite next door to the Red Hot agency. They were all gathered in the offices of Thrive Therapy. Hmmm...Raiza knew that several therapists who each had their own specialty shared that office suite. She knew them all in passing, enough to smile good morning, but not more than that. She tried to step around Officer NO INFO so she could get into Red Hot and find out what was happening, but the officer held out his arm to block her path just as two paramedics passed in front of them, pushing a stretcher that held a zipped up body bag. OK, Raiza thought uneasily, thats not something you see every day. A very unsettled feeling welled inside of her, like a storm brewing in her psyche. Not good. This was not order and it was not structure, in fact, it was the opposite of both of those things. Therefore, she felt her sanity threatened just the tiniest bit. Raiza did not like being around dead bodies, no siree, not at all, not one little bit. Didnt like it at all. Probably stuff left over from her childhood, she knew - she had been the one who had discovered her grandmas body after Grandma Ida had died in her sleep. Raiza shuddered. She remembered how cold the old woman's skin had felt when Raiza had tried to shake her awake. She could still feel the clammy, freezing skin under her fingertips when she recalled that fateful morning. She shook her head to try and clear all reminders of that day. Yeah. It wasnt working. Raiza needed to get into her office, sit at her desk - see her things all in order, everything in their place. She needed to re-center herself among order and structure. She needed to boot up George,

to hear the soft swishing sound of him coming to life. She needed to feel the keys under her fingers as she worked. She closed her eyes, the need to be in her soothing and predictable environment consuming her and making her heart beat faster, until she felt the officer release his arm back down to his side, effectively freeing her. As soon as he did, she started putting one foot in front of the other as quickly as she could. She heard him saying something as she walked away, but didnt wait to find out what it was. If he needed to talk to her badly enough, he could damn well follow her. She entered the lobby of Red Hot and felt as though she had tunnel vision. She could see people in her peripheral vision, but did not stop until she made it to the safety of her office. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned against it and tried to calm her racing heart. Good morning sunshine. You OK? She jumped at the sound of a mans deep voice. Turning, she saw Mateo sitting at the once unoccupied desk in her office. Now, it certainly looked occupied. Very occupied. His laptop was sitting to the right on the desk and next to it sat a coffee cup and a bottle of water - neither of which had coasters underneath them, she noted with mounting irritation. Not only that, but there were several stacks of papers strewn about on the desk, and none of them were contained in folders or wire baskets! Dammit, none of them were even in symmetrical PILES for God's sake. What are we, animals? She thought to herself incredulously. What are you doing in here? She asked curtly as she made her way past him and stood behind her desk. She felt the tight knot inside her belly loosen just a little. Looking down at her pristine workspace did make her feel a little better. Everything was just as she had left it the night before. In perfect order. Just as things should be. She sat down in her ergonomically designed desk chair and placed her hands on the flat, empty surface of her desk. This was her happy place, her safe place. She wasnt going to let some unwanted visitor take anything away from that. She turned to look at him, waiting for an answer. He had invaded her personal space, her sanctum, and now he had some explaining to do. But, rather than turning toward her and illustrating the proper contrite manner, he simply sat with his back to her and continued typing away on his computer, not a care in the world. Ignoring her. He could be SO frustrating. Mateo, she said, carefully modulating her voice so that it sounded friendlier...sort of, What are you doing in here? Still no answer. Damn him, she knew what he was waiting for. She just didnt want to play his little games. Not today. Not after what she had just seen. But she knew for a fact that if she wanted information, she had to play. Rolling her eyes and trying desperately to suppress a loud sigh, she put a smile (sure it was

fake but, oh well) on her face and into her voice and said, Good Morning, Mateo. You startled me. What, may I ask, are you doing here? He turned and she saw a satisfied smile forming across his handsome, chiseled face. Well, since you asked so nicely - Ive been assigned to be your office mate. Because of all of the recent personnel changes that have been going on, with Dominic and Cristal bringing on more people, space is at a premium. So we have to double up. Cristal Hart was Raiza's best friend and mentor, and now boss, as well. She and Dominic Charles had recently become equal partners in the firm of Red Hot Private Investigations. They each owned 40% and Red, who had started the agency, retained 20%. Raiza knew that things would probably be shaken up a bit when Dominic and Cristal took over, but she hadnt been prepared for the possibility of having to share her office with someone. Even someone as sexy as Mateo. Hell, especially someone as sexy as Mateo. She needed to talk to Cristal and get this resolved, asap.

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Mateo knew that technically he should have waited until after the Monday morning meeting, where Dominic and Cristal were going to announce all of the new changes, to move into Raizas office. But he thought that she might take it better if she didn't hear the news in front of ten sets of prying eyes. He knew Raiza. She would need time to process it. She stood and crossed the small room, quickly heading towards the door. Where are you going? he asked with a smile in his voice. To talk to Cristal, she replied shortly, anger as evident in her voice as it had already been in her body language. She's the one who signed off on the move, Mateo said lightly, If that influences your decision about whether to go and talk to her. I mean, maybe you're just going to thank her for giving you such a fine-ass office mate. I know that's what I would have done if I had walked in this morning and seen all of this, Mateo gestured at his face and body, sitting up in my office. This piece of information got Raiza to stop in her tracks. When he was done talking, she pivoted on her heel and crossed her arms as she turned her head and met his eyes, just in time to see him give her a huge wink. He was slammed with the same overwhelming feeling he always

experienced when her large golden brown eyes looked into his. Desire. She did? Raiza asked suspiciously. It was asked more as a challenge than a question, and was probably meant to be rhetorical, but he decided to confirm it anyway. He nodded, She sure did. What happened to your office? Well, since I shared a space with Dominic, and he is now an owner, the general consensus was that he should have his own office. Cristal shares an office, she snapped back. Not anymore. She moved into Reds old office. Raiza stood still, seeming to be assessing the ramifications of the information he had just shared with her. He waited, letting her work it out in her own time. Why didnt one of the guys in my department move in? she asked suspiciously. He lifted one eyebrow, barking out a short laugh. They're terrified of you. From what I hear, Jerry practically peed himself at the mere mention of it. She tilted her head and placed her hands on her hips. Damn those hips, he had wet dreams about those hips. They are not scared of me! They are, he stated simply. They respect me and like me. Im always fair, she seemed a little hurt at the implication that her team was afraid of her. He hadnt expected that. As a supervisor, yes. Absolutely! As an office mate? Come on. Do I really need to remind you of poor Kim? That girl barely lasted a month. Her sexy, full lips turned up slightly at the corners and he could tell that although the thought of someone who worked for her actually being afraid of her had genuinely bothered her, the thought of someone being scared to share an office with her amused her. She lasted two months and six days, for the record. And she was a basket case. Her leaving had nothing to do with sharing an office with me. Really? he questioned lightly as she moved back behind her desk, apparently giving up the notion to go confront Cristal about his presence in her sanctuary. Really, she confirmed as she sat at her desk and turned on her computer. What was her computer's name again? Greg or Gopher...something with a G. So what about Ken, Samuel, Trent, Laura She lifted her hand in dismissal, They all had issues, none of which had anything to do with me.

Maybe, maybe not, he said, but that doesnt change the fact that people arent lining up to volunteer for the risk. She leveled him with a stare that was equal parts question and challenge, Youre here. So...what? Did you draw the short stick or lose a bet? No, I volunteered, he heard his voice get a little gravely as he said it. That always happened when he got turned on, he couldnt control it. Most of the time it worked for him. Most of the time women ate it up. He didnt think this was one of those times. Her eyes widened, and she finally looked intrigued. OK, Ill bite, she said warily, Why? He leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees. He raked his hands through his hair. He shouldnt say what he wanted to say, even though it was the truth. He needed to keep things professional, especially now that they were going to be working in such close proximity. Screw it. He wasnt big on doing what he should do. Fortune favors the bold. He stood and crossed to her desk, setting his hands down he leaned forward. She looked up at him, surprised, as he began to speak from that vantage point. Sharing an office with you, he began, his voice more ragged than ever, Seeing you all day every day...in my book, thats not losing a bet. Thats winning the lottery. Her breath hitched and she licked her lips. Meeting time! Cristal announced as she flung open the door. Raiza quickly stood, her sudden motion knocking the tape dispenser off of her desk. Mateo reached out and caught it before it crashed to the floor. After replacing it on the desktop, he noticed that Raiza moved it about an 1/8 of an inch to the left and straightened it. He shook his head. OK, so maybe all the office gossip about Raiza being OCD held a little truth, Mateo thought. "Am I interrupting something?" Cristal sounded more than a little amused. Nope, Raiza said briskly as she grabbed her iPad and purse and brushed past Cristal in her hurry to leave the room. Mateo's eyes automatically traveled to the sway of her hips. He honestly hadnt meant to look at her ass as she exited, he had really tried to break himself of that habit. But, damn...it really was one fine ass. Cristal cleared her throat, reminding him of her presence. He snapped his gaze up to meet hers as she asked faux-innocently, Enjoying the view? Mateo had initially looked up expecting to see one very pissed off Cristal, but instead she just smiled and shook her head before heading out of the office. Just as the door was about to close, she shot one last parting remark through the remaining crack, I gave in to your near-constant pleas to

move into this office with my best friend, Mateo. Now, you kids better behave in here. He looked around the small room and immediately only saw it in terms of a collection of surfaces that he wanted to behave with Raiza on. The desks, the walls, the chairs, the floors...he sighed. Damn. What had he gotten himself into?

Excerpt: My First THE CROSSROADS SERIES

Book One

Chapter One
Welcome home! Katie said sardonically to herself as she sat, eyes closed, in her rental car on the side of Highway 90. She had a paper bag pressed tightly against her mouth and a mantra running through her brain on repeat. You can breathe. Just breathe. Breathe in and out slowly. You can breathe. Katie had been back in Illinois less than two hours and here she was, smack dab in the middle of her first panic attack in eight years. She gripped the steering wheel hard, tried to soothe her racing heart, to anchor herself to reality. She forced her movements to be slow and deliberate. 'This seems to be working, albeit slowly,' she assured herself. When the overpriced therapist who had taught her the breathing exercise and suggested the mantra had laid out his plan, Katie had wanted to roll her eyes. She had wanted to tell him that he clearly had no flipping idea what a panic attack really felt like if he thought that repeating a little magic spell about breathing inside of her head was going to have any effect at all. She had wanted to tell him that panic attacks didn't feel like nervousness, for God's sake, or butterflies that you could just calm with the power of your flipping mind. They felt like having a heart attack, like you were dying, and have you ever heard of someone having a heart attack curing themselves by simply telling themselves to BREATHE for heaven sake? Of course, Katie hadn't said any of those things, she had smiled politely and practiced with the bag and kept her judgment of his professional aptitude (i.e., that he was a total quack!) entirely to herself. Still, since she hadn't had a panic attack in the past eight years, she hadn't ever gotten to test out the technique and prove his quackitude with rock solid evidence. Now that she was in the middle of one, and the exercise actually seemed to be working? Well, I'll move his status down to 'Jury's Still Out on the Level of His Quackosity' but I'm not nominating him for the Nobel Prize just yet, Katie thought cynically. The panic attack was subsiding, but Katie was still feeling some of the physical symptoms. Her head felt as if it were floating away, her fingers were tingling as if they were being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles, and she was being bombarded by an obnoxiously loud ringing sound. She forced herself to anchor to the sensation of the paper bag around her mouth to ground her in reality, and repeated the mantra (which, she had to admit, was kind of growing on her...) You can breathe. Just breathe. Breathe in and out slowly. You can breathe. Slowly, bit by bit, she drifted back to the present and into her body. She closed her eyes to appreciate the little sensations that she was now aware of - the leather of the seat pressed cold against her back...the icy breeze from the air conditioning blowing refreshingly on her face. She was aware of the weight of her chest rising and falling. Her arms felt heavy. Lowering them to her sides, Katie was vaguely aware that the paper bag had slipped from her hand and landed on the

console beside her. Her breathing had returned to normal, and the ringing sound in her head had grown sporadic. She searched her memory in an attempt to identify if sporadic ringing in the head was a normal side effect post-panic attack. She hated that these horrible attacks used to occur with such frequency that she actually HAD a personal database of experiences to check her symptoms against. Nope, she concluded, the sporadic ringing is new. Turning her head to take in her surroundings, she saw cars whizzing by on the interstate. She squinted against the glare of the sun, which was shining brightly down on the pavement and bouncing off of the car windshields speeding by. Katie retrieved the paper bag and folded it up, returning it to her purse. She didn't LOVE the thought that she might need to keep it handy for future use, but better safe than sorry. I mean, let's be real, she told herself. You're twenty minutes off the plane and barely starting down the highway toward Harper's Crossing and you had a panic attack. You really think you're getting through the rest of the weekend unscathed? As she placed the paper bag inside her gigantic 'in case of emergency' carry-on bag, she discovered the source of the ringing. She felt like an idiot. One the good side, she told herself, is the fact that I don't have to add Tinnitus to the looooong list of symptoms which characterize my flipping panic attacks. On the bad side? Apparently I now no longer recognize my cell phone's ring tone. Picking up her iPhone, she swiped the screen to answer, saying warmly Hey Sophiebell! Katie where are you? I thought you would be here by now. Did your flight get delayed? I cant wait to see you Sophie squealed, the words tumbling out of her mouth, one over another. Katie smiled to herself. She had always thought that Sophie could paraphrase that old Army motto to adopt as her own, 'I say more before 9 am than most people say all day!' The flight was fine. I am on my way, and I will be there in twenty minutes Sophiebell, I cant wait to see you, too! .Okay, hurry, Sophie pleaded, but then followed it up with the command, but drive safe! I will. See you soon, doll! Katie tried to cover the stress in her voice with ebullience as she said goodbye and hung up the phone. It's 8:30 AM on Thursday morning, she told herself, repeating the mental math to herself. My return flight to California is at 7:00 P.M. Sunday night. All I have to do is get through the next four days (preferably without having a nervous breakdown!) and then I can wing my way back to my lovely, safe, predictable life in San Francisco. Let the countdown begin.

It had been ten long years since Katie Marie Lawson had set foot in Harper's Crossing, the town of her childhood and her youth, the town that was in many ways responsible for making her the person she was today. It was definitely rife with memories, both beautiful and dangerous. There were so many things about Harper's Crossing that Katie had buried deep inside, and sometimes she wondered if she had buried the good along with the bad. She could already feel the effervescent rising of those memories to the surface, and she worried about what would happen if only the dangerous memories came up, with none of the beauty to temper it. But, she had to keep reminding herself, this weekend wasnt about her, it was about little Miss Sophie Hunter, who was getting married to Bobby Sloan Jr. the youngest of the five Sloan boys. Sophie had called her, ecstatic, three months earlier to announce her engagement to Bobby and to ask Katie to be her maid of honor. Katie breathed out a sigh as she pulled back onto the highway. Nothing short of the apocalypse or her beloved Sophiebell's wedding (the two events which anchored the opposite sides of the 'cosmic scale of awful to wonderful possible events' in Katie's mind) could have brought her back to the apparently panic attack inducing town that had raised her. Sophie (or 'Sophiebell' as Katie had called her since Sophie was six and decided that she was Tinker Bell) was the closest thing Katie had to a sister. Katie was an only child. She and her Mom, Pam, had gone to live with her Aunt Wendy in Harpers Crossing when Katie was four, immediately after her parents divorced. Craig, Katies Dad had come to visit his daughter exactly one time since she moved to Harpers Crossing. It was one month after she and her Mom had arrived, Craig took Katie to Tasty Treats for a double scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream. He talked about how much he loved her and assured her that the divorce and the move had nothing to do with her. He also promised to see her once a monthsuffice it to say, he didnt keep that promise. Katie had not seen her father since that cold October Saturday 24 years ago. Growing up, she had always just assumed that he had stayed away because he and Aunt Wendy did not see eye to eye as Katies Mom always said (although, now, as an adult, she was leaning toward the theory that it was because he was a shitheel). Honestly, if Katies memory served, she hadnt really seen a lot of her Dad even when he and her Mom were still together. It had seemed to Katie that pre-divorce it was just Katie and her Mom and then post-divorce it was Aunt Wendy, Mom and Katie. She never really missed her Dad. Sometimes she would miss her idea of what having a Dad in her life would be like. But never the man who had fathered her, she really never knew that man, and

what she had known, had been unpredictable. Promising to come visit her once a month and then never showing hide nor hair of himself ever again really just seemed par for the course where he was concerned. It was just the last in a long line of broken promises that had characterized their fatherdaughter relationship, and even at four years old Katie didn't remember being terribly surprised when the months rolled around and he didn't. She had always accredited the fact that she didn't miss him terribly to how full her life had been, how utterly surrounded she was, by people who loved her. Although she would sometimes get lonely in Aunt Wendys house Aunt Wendy had a full time job and Katie's mom usually held down two jobs just to make ends meet, so there was a lot of time that Katie was alone with her just her imagination and books to keep her occupied. But, oh boy, how that had changed the summer before Katies 7th grade year! That was the summer that Sophie Hunter (aka Miss Sophiebell) had moved into the house next door to Aunt Wendy. And right away literally, Katie thought, starting immediately on moving day Sophie had become Katie's shadow. Not that she minded or anything! Katie loved finally having someone, anyone other than a doll, to dress up and play tea party with. Sophies dad, Mike, was a fireman and her mom, Grace, was a nurse. Katie babysat for Sophie when Mike and Grace's shifts overlapped. Katies house felt a lot less lonely with a bouncing, laughing, full-of-life four year old in it. But Sophiebell wasnt the only distraction that the Hunters brought with them when they moved to Harper's Crossing. They also brought Nick, Sophiebells older brother and Katies first love. Nicholas Hunter was three months older than Katie and he never let her forget it. He had sandy blonde hair and the most beautiful green eyes Katie had ever seen. The day before school started in seventh grade, two weeks after the Hunters had moved in, Nick came to Katies door to get Sophiebell for dinner. She'd never forget that day. Before he left the porch he looked over his shoulder, his green eyes sparkling in the sun. They were even extra green due to the fact that he was wearing his favorite Fighting Irish t-shirt. SWOON! He had asked, Hey, do you think you would want to be my girlfriend? Its a lot easier to start a new school when you already have a girlfriend. He then proceeded to shoot her a smile that she would later come to know had gotten him anything he wanted since he was an infant. And with good reason, it was one helluva doozy of a smile! As much as Katie wanted to act like the smile didnt affect her, she knew the heat she felt in her cheeks meant that they were bright red. Dang. No way could she hide the evidence. Still, that didn't mean she had to acknowledge it. So she did what any super-cool eleven year girl would have done faced with Nick Hunters dreamy proposal.

She shrugged and said, Yeah, whatever. Sweet, he smiled, I'll be here at 7:45 so we can walk to school together tomorrow. He then jumped off her porch before she could say another word. She slowly closed her front door and, once it shut, started to scream and run around in circles until she fell on her couch in utter exhaustion. Katie always did lean towards the dramatic. Katie had no way of knowing then that the relationship she had just entered would last for the next six years of her life, and end in tragedy. The summer after Nick and Katie's senior year of high school, Nick had been out late one night joyriding and had tragically driven his truck off Spencer Point. Hours later, when the police pulled the truck out of the steep embankment, they found a nearly lifeless body inside. Nick had lain in a hospital bed, deep in a coma, for three weeks following the accident. Katie and his family had been by his side every moment that the hospital staff would allow them to be. Finally his parents, Mike and Grace, had made the most horrific decision any parents could ever have to make. They took Nick off life support. His funeral was held three days later, and Katie had left that very same night to go stay with her grandmother in Chicago. She needed to escape, and she'd been running ever since. That had been the last time she had set foot in Harper's Crossing. Until today. As she turned the corner onto Harper Lane, the street she had grown up on, she was amazed at how it looked as though nothing had changed. It was as if time had stood still on her street. Not the rest of Harper's Crossing, though, that was for sure! On the drive in, Katie had barely recognized the town that she had spent most of her childhood in. The last time she had been in Harper's Crossing, it contained two traffic lights and one four way stop. Today there was a traffic light or four way stop at every intersection! The field that Katie had learned to ride her bike in when she was five, played tag in, had attempted and failed to smoke a cigarette in when she was thirteen, and had spent almost every Friday and Saturday night parking in with Nick after he turned 16 and got his black Chevy truck...was now a strip mall. The quaint, one story hospital that she had been admitted to when she had been suffering from chicken pox and had a temperature of 104 at age six, had her tonsils removed in when she was eight...and had spent three weeks practically living in when she was eighteen, keeping her vigil beside Nicks motionless body as he lay in a coma...was now a four story hospital that looked to be straight out of the pages of Architectural Digest. And, if the exterior was any indication, it was now

state-of-the-art. She had counted four McDonald's, three Burger Kings and two Taco Bells since she had entered the city limits. This was quite a contrast to her days in Harpers Crossing, when there had only been one fast food restaurant in town a Dairy Queen and it had been the local hang out for all the pre-teens and teens in town. Katie had noted sadly that the Dairy Queen, which was another place that held so many of her teenage memories, had also been obliterated at some point in the past decade. Replaced by an Office Depot. Nothing had changed on Harper Lane, though. Certainly not the houses, which were still all painted in one of three color combinations blue and yellow, green and white, or blue and white. And judging by the few neighbors that she had seen out on their lawns, the people hadnt changed, either. Mrs. Belmont still watered her yard in that same pink and green moo moo she had worn since Katie could remember. Mr. Peters still mowed his lawn in white shorts that were two sizes too small and black socks that he pulled all the way up to his knees. As she pulled up in front of her Aunts two-story home (painted in the white with blue trim option, for that Mediterranean flair, Katie thought with a small smile) she felt a confusing combination of relief, nostalgia, sadness, and anxiety. She had always known that at some point she would need to come home and face her past. Shed justbeen busy. After she graduated from law school at Pepperdine University she had immediately started working at Wilson, Martin, Gregory and Assoc., a very prestigious law firm in San Francisco. The first three years at the firm went by in a blur. Katie worked 80+ hours a week and even worked every holiday, including Christmas. She'd barely had time to breathe, let alone go out of town. Last year, even though she was on the fast track to make Junior Partner, she had taken a vacation. Well, vacation might be a bit of an exaggeration. It was two days off, tacked onto a weekend...and she hadn't gone in on the weekend, which was her normal custom. So, it was four blissful, unscheduled days all to herself. Katie had spent her vacation in her apartment, so it was really more of a staycation - but still. She cleaned, cooked, slept and had a Julia Roberts movie marathon, but she had indeed taken time off. At the end of the four days, she had felt herself starting to take stock and think about dealing with her past, so she had been MORE than happy to go back to work on Wednesday. Now, as she opened the door to her rented blue Honda Accord, Katie took in a deep breath and let out a cleansing sigh. The air smelled of a familiar combination: sweet from Mrs. Greysons beautiful flower bed, and fresh from the trees that lined the street. Katie was home.

She moved to the back of the car, popped open the trunk, and reached for her suitcase. She was stopped cold in her tracks by the sound of a mans voice. Need a hand Kit-Kat? a deep voice sounded from behind her. A shudder rippled through her body and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her carry on slipped from her shoulder and dropped to the cement ground of the driveway. Jason? she said, her voice a whisper of disbelief. Katie had known that she would have to face Jason at some point on her trip home. He was, after all, the best man in Sophies wedding - and seeing as how Sophie was marrying Jasons little brother, Bobby, well let's just say it was inevitable that their paths would cross. She just thought she would have a little more time to prepare herself before she came face to face with him. She also thought she would have the buffering (protective?) shield of a room full of people surrounding them. Nope. Here they were. Face to face, for the first time in a decade. Alone. She stood frozen with her back to him, staring down at her pink and black suitcase, wishing with all her might that she could just climb into the trunk and hide. That, however, was probably not the most mature response to this encounter...and also, shall we say, not the most subtle. As the realization sank in that the extra time and buffer-people she so desperately needed to get through this encounter with Jason WERE NOT FLIPPING FORTHCOMING, Katie felt as though the air was literally being sucked from her lungs. Great. Panic attack number two, here we go. And right in front of him. So, yeah. You could say this visit was not going well. Jason Andrew Sloan had chestnut brown hair, dark soulful brown eyes, and a smile that could, as her Aunt Wendy always said, melt butter in a freezer. He was also the first person Katie had met in her kindergarten class at Harper's Crossing Elementary.

23 Years Ago It was the first day of Kindergarten and Katie was paired up with a boy as a table buddy. A BOY! Could this day get any worse? The class first official assignment as kindergartners was to write their names on the white paper sitting on the desk in front of them and then tape it to the back of their seats. Katie wrote her name in all capital letters and rainbow colors and taped it on the back of her seat, just as she had been instructed to do. She was proud of finishing her assignment in time

to go out for recess. She noticed her table buddy (THE BOY!) had not. After the first recess, when the kids came back into the classroom, she saw a few of them standing around her chair laughing. As she walked up behind them to sit in her seat she saw that the 'ie' at the end of 'Katie' on the nameplate she had been so proud of had been crossed out, and the word 'Kit' had been written in front of the 'Kat' that remained of her original creation. She was so embarrassed. Why would anybody ruin her name paper? She looked over to see her table buddy Jason (THE BOY!), smiling a toothless grin from ear to ear as he patted her chair I think this is your seat Kit Kat he said. All the kids started laughing and Katie just slumped down in her chair, furious at her table buddy aka THE BOY aka Jason Sloan. Jason never admitted to being the one who had defaced her beautiful rainbow colored name paper but she knew deep down in her heart that he was the culprit. And she would never forget it, just like no one ever forgot the nickname. From that day on Katie Lawson was Kit Kat. Well, to all the kids in Harpers Crossing Elementary, anyways. Present Day His voice interrupted her thoughts now. Wow all this time and you know its me without even having to turn around. I guess that means I still got it, he said with his usual cocky tone. A tone that had always amused Katie, not that she would ever let him know that. His ego was big enough! Jason had had girls swooning over him for as long as she had known him. In fact, Katie believed that even their sixth grade math teacher Mrs. Carson had a crush on him. Whenever Jason would turn on the charm, usually to get out of detention for not completing his homework or being tardy, Mrs. Carson would just smile as her cheeks turned a light shade of red and say Oh, Jason if you were just 10 years older Mrs. Carson never finished the sentence but Katie always knew what she meant, and Jason never got detentionat least in that class. But, its not like his charm only worked on older women. Jason had always had girls eating out of his hand and he knew it. There wasnt a single girl in Harper's Crossing that wouldnt do just about anything to get Jasons attention. Well, there was one girl. Katie. Oh yeah, you still got it, Mr. Sloan, Katie said sarcastically, trying to buy herself even a few more seconds before she would have to face him, If by 'it' you mean the maturity of a five year old, then yes, you definitely still have 'it.' There's no other explanation for why you would still call me by

that stupid nickname. All of the oxygen seemed to have disappeared around her. Deliberately and methodically, she slowly breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying desperately to remain as calm as possible. She HAD to be calm in hopes of staving off panic attack #2. She absolutely couldn't think about how humiliating it would be to fall to pieces in front of him, of the maddening satisfaction it would give him, or fear would take over her heart would start to race, her breathing would quicken...and it would all be downhill from there. Come on Kit-Kat...you know you always loved that nickname, Katie heard Jason say playfully, but his voice sounded as if it were coming from a long distance, across a great expanse. She felt his hand grasp her arm, and then she felt her body being turned in his direction. As Jasons fingers wrapped around her arm they were causing tingling sensations in places located much lower south and not nearly as innocent as the place where he was touching her. Hmm, that wasn't a very good sign. It also wasn't doing a whole helluva lot to help her in the campaign to keep her heart rate under control and slow her breathing. Nope. Not one little bit. As she turned, her eyes alighted on a broad chest that...oh my, yes...filled out his white t-shirt quite well. Her mouth instantly filled with saliva, like one of Pavlov's dogs. Hmmm, she thought...so this is what they mean when they say something looks 'mouth-watering.' She didn't disagree! In an effort to avoid drooling, she swallowed, but to her own ears it sounded like a shockingly loud gulp. Slowly, Katie moved her eyes up the length of the solid, strong, statue-like figure standing mere inches away from her. She paused momentarily to admire (against her will) the smooth, olive skin at the base of Jasons neck. It just so nicely contrasted with the stark white color of the t-shirt's v-neck it was peeking out of, she couldn't help herself! Unconsciously, she licked her lips and saw the pulse on Jasons neck jump. Her eyes darted up to meet his chocolate brown ones, which caused the aforementioned tingling places to start pulsing. Katie felt her heart beating so hard she thought it might beat right out of her chest. And the mantra began. You can breathe. Just breathe. Breathe in and out slowly. You can breathe.

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As Jason stood in front of Katie, who was wearing a simple grey tank top and blue jeans, he was momentarily paralyzed with shock at the effect that she had on him. Suddenly he was back in Mrs. Garcias kindergarten classroom.

23 Years Ago It was the first day of kindergarten FINALLY. Best. Day. Ever. Putting his backpack in his cubby he felt a brush of something that tickled his arm. When he swatted his arm he felt the softest, silkiest thing he had ever touched. When he looked up to see what it was, he couldnt believe his eyes. There she stood, a real life angel! Rays of sunlight from the window streamed through her long blonde hair, and she was looking down at him with the biggest blue eyes Jason had ever seen in his life. The earth stopped spinning and everything stood still. Nothing existed except this amazing creature. She slowly reached her hand to her neck and flipped her long blonde hair behind her back as she placed her backpack in her cubby. Jason could not speak. This was a new phenomenon for Jason, as the spoken word has always been one of his greatest gifts. Since the time Jason was able to put two words together he always knew just the right thing to say to either get out of trouble, get what he wanted, or just put a smile on the women in his lifes faces. Even before he was old enough to speak, he had exuded a natural born mojo. The first word ever used to describe Jason in the nursery was charming. All of the nurses in the infant care ward would fight over who could hold him. Even as a newborn he had a twinkle in his eye and a little smirk on his lips that the opposite sex just couldnt get enough of. But in this moment, five year old Jason could not even remember how to say 'Hi.' But, luck was on his side, as it usually was. YES! He was assigned to the same table as this heavenly being. Jason could barely sit still next to her. He fidgeted, and couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She, on the other hand, sat next to him totally composed, completely ignoring him, working on their first assignment, the name paper. Jason had tried all morning to get her attention somehow, but to no avail. When she finished her paper, she looked so proud of it as she taped it to the back of her seat. When she sat down again beside him, he had the sudden urge to pinch her, just to see what she would do. Anything to get her attention! He was desperate to have her acknowledge him! But, reason prevailed, and he realized that pinching her wouldn't be the best course of action. He had to keep thinking. Before another plan could take shape, however, she was out the door to recess. Finally, genius struck! As he sat in his chair while all the other kids were at recess he

decided he would redecorate her name paper to give her a nickname. That would be a way he could start to talk to her, an ice breaker of sorts. He knew that would get her attention. And it would be special! If he gave her a special name paper decoration, she would know for SURE how special he thought she was! He looked at her name page, which so beautifully read 'Katie' and the first thing that came to Jasons mind was Kit Kat...the best candy bar in the whole world! He quickly changed her paper to read just that. He had not expected any of the other kids to notice it when they came in from recess, or to think it was funny. It was supposed to be a special, inside secret between him and his blonde angel. In fact, to be honest, he had completely forgotten that any other kids were even in their class. No one existed in the room for him but Katie. But after the look on Katies face when the other kids were all gathered around her desk in giggles, Jason knew that he had made a huge mistake. Okay, he had to fix this and quick. The only thing he knew to do was try to relieve some of the tension by stating the obvious. It was part of his charm, Jason was always being accused of saying what everyone was thinking. Instinct kicked in and he simply said I think this is your seat Kit Kat. He was shocked to see a look of anger and embarrassment that suddenly appeared on Katies face. He didnt know how things had gone so terribly wrong or why his charm and wit had not gotten the smile that always had appeared on the opposite sex's face whenever he spoke. But the one thing he did know was that he had never met anyone else who made him feel the way this girl sitting next to him made him feel. And he hadn't known it yet at the time, but he never would. Present Day The same feeling that had paralyzed him upon seeing her for the first time in Kindergarten class washed over Jason now as he stood in front of Katie. His world stopped spinning and she was the only thing that existed. Katie had grown into the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Standing five foot three, with a petite figure that had curves in all the right places, she still had incredible long blonde hair, and the most intoxicating blue eyes in existence. And when he looked at her, he still saw his angel.

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As Amanda moved the bite-size chicken pieces and chopped vegetables around the saut pan in front of her, her head swam with conflicted emotions. Was it always going to be this way? If Justin did decide to stay and run the adventure resort with her, was her consciousness going to forever exist in such a state of unbalance? Karina, Sam, and Lauren had gone to visit Karina's grandmother, albeit reluctantly. They hadn't wanted to leave Amanda alone, but Amanda had insisted, coming just short of physically shoving them out the door. I need to get my head on straight! she had told them, The only way I am going to accomplish that is with some serious soul searching and contemplation. And, barring that, a little 'come to Jesus' meeting with myself. Trust me! An hour alone will do me a world of good. I'll make dinner, and be a whole new woman by the time you get back. So, the rest of the Fabulous Four had departed amidst skeptical expressions and admonitions to call if she needed anything. And now Amanda was by herself, cooking and contemplating, and not a whole lot seemed to be moving forward. She had started out feeling confused and vulnerable, and that was squarely where she still found herself. It didn't help that she had had ZERO hours of sleep the night before! Maybe it

was time to try the 'come to Jesus' meeting. She heard a knock at the back door which led into the kitchen, and turned around to see the very source of her confusion and angst standing there, his handsome face framed in the glass pane of the exterior door like a finely wrought portrait. A tremor ran through her from head to toe, but she quickly reminded herself that she could not show him her weaknesses. She again thought of her sleepless night, and noticed how well-rested he looked. She couldn't let him see she was coming apart at the seams! No, she was only going to show him a completely strong and together facade. She quickly pasted a smile on her face, striving for as natural an expression as possible, but truthfully not even caring if it came off as slightly artificial as long as her face didn't betray the roiling emotions just below the surface, it could look as plastic as a mannequin's for all she cared. She crossed to the back door, opened it, and stood aside, inviting him in. Is this a bad time? he asked as he entered. Not at all, she assured him. The girls went down to see Karina's grandmother, and I'm just cooking some dinner. How is Renata doing? Justin inquired. Oh, you know Renata. As indefatigable as ever. I think she'll outlive us all, and be working on twelve different community projects as she does it. She's a rock, Justin agreed, Karina's lucky to have her. True. All of Hope Falls is lucky to have her, when you think about it. So, what were you up to today? Oh, just cleaning out the bunkhouse and getting it habitable. It brought back a lot of memories of living there. I bet. Amanda said, and sitting between them, making the air electric, was the unspoken memory of the last time they had been in the bunkhouse together. The last time they had seen each other at all. She quickly turned back to the stove and focused her attention on the chicken sizzling in the pan. Justin moved behind Amanda, close. So close that she could feel his ragged breath on her neck and in her hair. The nearness of him paralyzed her. Her vision swam and her body felt on fire, and he wasn't even touching her. Amanda... he said, his voice husky with emotion, with regret. With desire? Was that just wishful thinking on her part? Amanda... he started again, and then trailed off again. Slowly, so slowly that she almost couldn't tell if she was really doing it or if it were only her imagination, she turned her face up to his. She could barely breathe. Their mouths were less than an

inch apart, and their eyes were locked on each other. She felt as if she would melt on the spot, or possibly explode. Yes? she whispered. With the one small scrap of awareness of her surroundings that she had left, she realized that her breathing had grown ragged as well, as if in answer to Justin's. I... he started, then took a deep breathe and tried to begin again, I just... And then, displaying a sense of timing so horrendous that it belied the flawless sense of rhythm she possessed which was one of the factors which made her a brilliant musician, Karina called from the front door, Yoo hoo! We're home Amanda drew in her breath sharply as Justin retreated across the kitchen, but couldn't manage to access her vocal chords to summon a response. She heard Karina's voice calling as she came down the hall, Did you hear me? Lucy, I'm home! she hollered in her best Desi Arnaz impersonation. Amanda looked up as Karina entered the kitchen and shook her head to clear it, but realized that the truth of what had just happened must have been written all over her face when she saw a sly smile spread across Karina's face. Lucy, you've got some 'splaining to do, she grinned, drawing out the impression. What? Amanda asked, doing her best to maintain an innocent expression as Lauren and Samantha entered the kitchen behind Karina.

Other titles by Melanie Shawn

THE HOPE FALLS CHRONICLES Sweet Reunion (#1, The Hope Falls Chronicles) Sweet Harmonies (#2, The Hope Falls Chronicles) Sweet Victory (#3, The Hope Falls Chronicles) Home Sweet Home (, #4, The Hope Falls Chronicle)
THE CROSSROADS SERIES

My First - Jason & Katie (Book.1,The Crossroads Series) My Last - Riley & Chelle (Book 2, The Crossroads Series) My Only - Alex & Jamie (Book 3, The Crossroads Series)

About the Author

Melanie Shawn is the writing team of sister duo Melanie and Shawna. Originally from Northern California, they both migrated south and now call So Cal their home. Growing up, Melanie constantly had her head in a book and was always working on short stories, manuscripts, plays and poetry. After graduating magna cum laude from Pepperdine University, she went on to teach grades 2nd through 8th for five years. She now spends her days writing and taking care of her furry baby, a Lhasa Apso named Hercules. In her free time, her favorite activity is to curl up on the couch with that stubborn, funny mutt and binge-watch cable TV shows on DVD (preferably of at least eight seasons in length - a girl's gotta have her standards!). Shawna always loved romance in any form - movie, song or literary. If it was a love story with a happy ending, Shawna was all about it! She proudly acknowledges that she is a romanceaholic. Her days are jam-packed with writing, being a wife, mom aka referee of two teens, and indulging in her second passion (dance!) as a Zumba instructor. In the little free time she has, she joins Melanie in marathon-watching DVDs of their favorite TV programs. They have joined forces to create a world where True Love and Happily Ever After always has a Sexy Twist! You can keep up with all the latest Melanie Shawn news, including new releases and contests, at: http://melanieshawn.com and http://facebook.com/melanieshawnbooks