Haley's Cabin (4 page)

door he could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Christ, she was something else. He desperately wanted to

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do more than stare, too.

He reached for patience and caution—two qualities which always eluded him. He was never very good

in those dainty knick-knack stores with all the hands-off glass displays. It always made him want to pick

up everything, just for the fun of it, to annoy the owner. Why have a store if you weren’t going to allow

the customers to handle the merchandise?

Jeremy wanted to handle Haley. He could only hope she was thinking along the same lines. He’d soon

find out.

“I really hope you like hamburgers,” he remarked casually as he opened the door for her. When she

stepped inside, Jeremy thought of what his brother had told him. So, her ex hadn’t been tender. Well,

he’d love to tenderize the asshole’s face. Jeremy would truly enjoy showing the prick how it felt to pick

on someone his own size. Haley was so tiny, so delicate, he couldn’t imagine ever hurting her.

“I love hamburgers It’s truly un-American not to.” Haley winked at him and came farther into the room.

“Nice cabin. The furniture is way better than mine, that’s for sure.”

He hadn’t even noticed the furniture. Jeremy looked around the small living room and knew she was

right. The couch and easy chair were soft brown suede, big, comfortable and roomy. The coffee table

and end tables were oak, and there was a nice-sized entertainment cabinet. Figured, detail-oriented Brad

would have an entertainment center fit for a king.

Jeremy shrugged. “My brother sort of likes things to be…perfect. I suppose it only goes to show that his

home-away-from-home would be decked.”

Haley looked at him and cocked her head. “You and Dr. French don’t have the same last name. Are

you step-brothers, then?”

“Nope. Half-brothers.” He walked into the kitchen, allowing her to follow, and said over his shoulder,

“Our mom was married before she met my dad and had Brad. Brad’s father died of bone cancer. A few

years later, she married my dad. It took Brad some adjusting, but we’re all one big happy family now.”

Haley was quiet, watching him get out plates and silverware, then said, “It would’ve been very hard on

Brad, having his dad die that way. Must be why he became a doctor. He’s very good at it, too.”

That got Jeremy’s attention. Momentarily distracted from setting the table, he gave her a sideways

glance and saw the faraway expression in Haley’s eyes. She appeared all soft and dreamy. Jeremy felt a

swift kick of jealousy and wondered if Haley might have a small crush on his brother.

“It’s why he became a doctor, but he doesn’t really talk about it much. He’s a pretty private guy. And

you’re right, he is a good doctor. It was always in his nature to care for others, even as a kid.”

Jeremy could still remember the times Brad had tended to one of his scrapes or cuts when their parents

were both at work. Still, the more he thought of Brad and Haley together, imagining Brad touching and

tending to a bruise Haley’s ex-husband had given her, the more he wondered why the pair had never

dated.

“You know, it occurs to me you and Brad are both unattached, so why’d you two never hook up?”

She wrinkled her nose and stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Eww. I could never date my doctor.

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That’s just…
eww
.”

He laughed, more pleased than he should have been by her answer. “It’s not like he’s a gynecologist.”

“No, but still, I never considered Dr. French that way. He’s a great doctor. Wonderful and sweet, very

gentle, but that’s all.”

Good answer
. A surge of possessiveness filled him. Now he could get back to thinking of Haley naked

and him pleasuring her pert body.

While they ate their meal, Haley talked about her job as a software developer and the stress of having a

job that required hours and hours of staring at a computer screen. He told her about his job as a

detective, sharing some of the more bizarre cases he’d worked on. It was clear they both needed the

time away from work, if for no other reason than to reevaluate their lives. Jeremy was putting their dishes

in the sink and already making coffee when he decided to approach the subject of her ex.

“So, Haley, we’ve talked a lot about our jobs, but you haven’t told me what happened with your

marriage.” Her expression turned grim as she played with her napkin. He plowed on anyway, not letting

her close him out. “I’ve only known you for a few hours, but you don’t strike me as the type to give up

on something as important as marriage. Not unless you were fighting a losing battle.” He gentled his voice

as he asked, “What happened?”

“It’s not a pretty picture.” She shrugged. “I suppose divorce rarely is.”

Her voice went soft, and he sensed her vulnerability.

“Eric was so sweet in the beginning. When we first met, I guess I felt sort of…swept away by his charm.

We didn’t date long before we married. The marriage ceremony was right out of a fairy tale. Big,

extravagant and everything a girl could ever hope for.” She stopped and stared at her ruined napkin as if

just realizing she’d torn it into shreds. Quietly, Haley set the pieces onto the table and folded her hands in

her lap.

“Even the first year was wonderful. A year-long honeymoon, I used to call it. Then I parked in his space

in the garage. Suddenly the honeymoon was over.” She paused. “He flew into a rage and hit me a few

times.”

She went quiet after that little bomb. Jeremy prompted her gently. “What did you do, honey?”

A slow smile bloomed. Sadly, it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I left him. Moved back in with my parents.

He came crawling back, begging and crying he couldn’t live without me. I was still hurting, but he seemed

to be, too. I went back to him.” She waved her hand in the air and rolled her eyes. “I know it’s all very

cliché, but there you have it.”

“What happened to finally make you file for divorce?”

Her face turned pink and she looked away.

“Haley, you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you. There’s been lots of women come through our

department in a similar situation. You aren’t the only woman to fall for the wrong guy, sweetheart.”

Leaning toward her, he took her hand in his and stroked it. She was so fragile. He wanted to find Eric

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and hurt him. Badly.

“I caught him cheating on me.” She shook her head angrily. “He really thought he could get away with it.

He’s married to a computer geek, and he thought I’d never find out. Idiot.”

He laughed at her vehemence and was curious to find out how she’d busted the dickhead, but he was

still trying to figure out why a guy would need to cheat when he had Haley warming his bed every blissful

night.

Sounded like his kind of heaven.

“What did you do?”

She smiled for him, an impish gleam in her eyes, and his cock swelled.

“I set up two tiny hidden cameras. Those babies recorded his activities while I was at work. I got him on

tape having sex with another woman. I even had a tape of him smacking me around. Just for good

measure, I managed to tape a few of his phone conversations, too, in case he decided to try and screw

me over when the divorce papers were served. He knew he was busted. Also, while he was having sex

with his girlfriend, I began taking self-defense classes. I wanted to feel safe, to know he’d never get the

upper hand again.”

His eyebrows shot up and he grinned from ear to ear. “You are one tough lady, do you know that?” She

only blushed. “Remind me to never piss you off,” Jeremy teased.

“Hey, he had it coming.”

“No doubt. I’d say he had that and a helluva lot more coming to him.”

She only shrugged. “Once Eric realized he had indeed done the dumbest thing imaginable, gone and

pissed off a computer and electronics whiz, he all but hit the porch running.”

Jeremy chuckled. “I think I would have loved to have seen that.”

Haley laughed with him and Jeremy enjoyed hearing the melodious sound. There was a lot about Haley

he was starting to enjoy.

Now that dinner was over and they’d had their little heart-to-heart, it was time to get on with the more

exciting part of their evening. The part he’d been anticipating since he first laid eyes on her. Christ, it was

sickening how badly he wanted her. He hadn’t burned this bad for a woman in a long time. Hell, if ever!

There was just something about her. She had a sarcastic wit, but she was sweet and didn’t mind

showing her vulnerable side. She’d had a hard time of it with her ex, but she hadn’t let it destroy her. He

really did need to remember to thank Brad. This was one time his matchmaking skills were right on

target.

“Well, I don’t know about you, Haley,” Jeremy began, “but I’ve felt a connection to you the instant I

saw you.” He leaned closer, touching her chin with his index finger, and murmured, “I know that sounds

nuts because we’ve only just met, but damn, you really turn me on, woman.”

“Jay, I—” she began, but he placed two fingers against her soft lips, silencing her.

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“I swear, I don’t do this kind of thing often. Hell, usually I’m too busy with my job. But since the

moment I found you in that little string bikini, your sexy body all warm and inviting, I’ve not been able to

take my mind off of you,” he admitted. “It’s driving me crazy wondering if you feel as soft and silky as

you look.”

Jeremy was still holding Haley’s hand and the pulse in her wrist beat erratically beneath his fingertips. He

wanted to heat her blood, bring her ten kinds of pleasure. He knew he was rushing her, and she’d only

feel cornered. Patience. There it was again. The attribute he simply didn’t possess.

“I have a confession to make,” she began. “I’ve not been completely honest.”

Christ, if she was gay or something he was going to lose it. He’d give up on dating altogether and just

become a damn monk. “Confession?”

“Yes. I lied when I told you why I called you Jay instead of Jeremy. I don’t shorten names.”

He was confused. Happy she wasn’t going to tell him she was into chicks, but still lost as hell. “Then

why?”

“I had a dream about you last night.”

He narrowed his eyes. “We’ve never met until today. How is that even possible?”

She closed her eyes tight and bit her lip as if trying to gather her courage, then she finally mumbled, “I

don’t know, but it was you in the dream. Well, you and another woman, and the three of us were…”

Hmm, Jeremy started to like this dream of hers. “The three of us were…yeah, go on.”

“The three of us, er, made love.”

What did a guy say to that? Hallelujah, maybe? “Details.”

She blinked, her brows scrunching in bewilderment. “What?”

He left his chair and knelt in front of her. “I want details, Haley.” She stammered a little and he winked at

her, giving her a stay of execution. “But first we’re going to undress and get in the Jacuzzi.”

“You have a Jacuzzi?”

He slipped his shirt out of his waistband, pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. She stared at

his chest and licked her lips. He considered that a good sign.

“Actually, it’s Brad’s Jacuzzi. The point is, I want you in it and I definitely want you naked.”

She cocked her head and one corner of her mouth kicked up. “And what makes you think I’m going to

do what you say?”

He wagged his eyebrows at her and growled, “Because I’m a cop and if you don’t, I’ll have to arrest

you.”

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Her cheeks turned rosy and she stared at him in wonder. “Do you carry handcuffs?”

Ah, now they were getting somewhere. “As a matter of fact, yes I do,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Oh.”

Such a small word, but it conveyed so much. “Now, the dress, Haley.”

“My cabin is right next door. I could just walk over and get my swimsuit.”

Her voice sounded so hopeful, so shy. It made Jeremy all the more determined to get her naked. “But

there’s no need. I want to see that pretty little body of yours, and unless I’m not reading your signals

right, I think you might like to get me naked, too.”

He watched her swallow as her gaze darted back to his chest. She whispered huskily, “Yes, I’d like to

see if you’re as…well-built in real life as you were in my dream.”

Great, now he was competing against his fantasy self? Ah, hell.

Haley must still have been dreaming, because things this exciting just didn’t happen to her. Frankly,

she’d never met a man like Jay, or Jeremy, rather. He was so straightforward. He saw what he wanted

and threw caution to the wind. After being married to Eric, a man who put on a façade to get what he

wanted, it was a refreshing change to meet a guy who felt no need to pretend.

Right at that moment Haley was a few scant inches away from Jay’s impressive chest. God, he looked

delicious. She had visions of coasting her tongue over and around each of his nipples, down his torso,

then unbuttoning his jean shorts. She’d watch them fall to the floor. Then she’d get to see his erection.

Haley wanted her mouth on his cock. She ached to taste him. Honesty forced her to admit she wanted

what he’d done to her in her dreams. This was a vacation, after all. A moment out of time. Haley yearned

to take some memories back with her on Monday, when her fantasy ended and real life intruded.

Something that would last her a lifetime.