and his facial features. He smelled of the forest after a rain storm. She closed her eyes and imagined herself among thick green foliage, waterfalls, and beautiful prairies. Anywhere else but here, in the midst of tragedy and danger. Taking a deep breath, she let his scent engulf her and her headache began to subside. But she knew, without a doubt, that it would take more than his intoxicating smell and protection to erase the bad memories.
When she opened her eyes again, their bodies were pressed together. She wondered if she’d moved against him in the heat of the moment. Or did he? His gaze shifted across her face and his lips were slightly parted. It had been years since she’d been this close to a man.
Her palm rested against his chest and her eyes dropped to the top three buttons undone on his shirt. A glimpse of solid muscle peeked out. There was a long jagged scar across his shoulder blade. She couldn’t see all of it, but it looked like an old, yet painful injury. There were other scars, but this one stood out the most.
She pressed her fingers to his skin. “What happened here?” There was a sharp intake of breath as she slid a digit against the raised flesh.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “It’s a long story.”
“I don’t have anywhere to go tonight, and I hope I haven’t scared you away.”
“I will tell you tomorrow.” He took her hand and gently placed it at her side. “But tonight, I would like you to get some rest.”
And just like that, he stepped back and the cold air immersed her once again.
For several minutes after he dro pped her off in her bedroom, she stood looking at the closed door. Something stirred within her. A feeling that had never been experienced before. There was the pull toward Aiden even after she could no longer see him. It was strange. As she stood there glancing at the light spilling under the door into her room, she still felt his presence on the other side of it. His scent, woodsy and fresh, was all over her—yet he’d only touched her for a few minutes.
Fatigue finally set in, and her pounding headache seemed to creep back up on her. She stepped back away from the door to get ready for bed. Only then did she hear the creak from the old hardwood floors and solid footsteps retreat into the room next to hers.
Aiden was here to protect her for now, but he wouldn’t be for long. She had four months to find the real motive behind Jamison’s death, keep the promise she made on the night of the murder, and then finally move on with her life.
Chapter Four
“How long have you been standing outside of my door?” Keira asked, crossing her arms.
Aiden was speechless for a moment as her smell greeted him. Under the fresh floral scent of her body wash was the aura of peaches that he had come to know as her signature. She wore a long dress that caressed her body in all the right places and sandals that showed off small dainty feet and toenails painted red. She wore her hair straight, sweeping across her shoulders.
“I rise very early, Miss Ellis.” It was better than telling her that he knew the exact moment she rose from bed, and that it had taken her an hour to get ready thereafter. As with any other assignment, his job duties began the moment his client rose. Keira Ellis was no different. Mate or not, he couldn’t protect her if he didn’t follow the rules.
“I smell breakf ast,” she said. “Care to join me again? You asked me many questions, and I hardly asked you any.”
“I’m not all that interesting, Miss Ellis.”
She grinned, and gave him a sideways glance as they walked down the hall. “Let me be the judge of that, Aiden Price.”
Damn , her voice was mesmerizing. The ends of her dress brushed against her ankles as she walked. The fabric on the garment was loose, yet it hung to her hips and ass teasingly. It took everything in him to force himself not to grab her, whisk her back to the one of the rooms, and lay her out on the