Protecting Melissa is a Romantic Suspense set in Georgia.
Melissa isn’t looking for romance since the murder of her cheating, swindling husband. She wants to teach and mind her own business. However, someone her husband cheated is determined to make her repay money her husband stole before his murder in the bed of one of his paramours.
Complications arise when Gabe, her former crush, walks into her classroom to check on his son, one of her students. The kid has a secret, she knows that secret, and his father wants to know that secret.
When Gabe and Melissa leave a basketball game and find all four tires on her vintage Mustang flat, he determines she needs his protection, despite her insistence she doesn’t. Gabe and Melissa’s brother were best friends. He looked after her when she tagged along behind him and her brother. Since her brother is out of the country Gabe feels obligated to protect her, just until her brother returns.
Someone has planted cameras in her house and made intimate looking photographs he shares on the Internet with her students. Who is sending her threatening emails and how far will her go to get what he wants?
“You’re out of your mind! There’s no way that man could have been in my house. I’d know it. You’re trying to scare me. Why?”
“Just help me check things out. Look for anything he might have moved.” God, he hoped her home hadn’t been invaded. If it had he’d make her move in with him and Jay until her family returned.
Cabinets, shelves, and drawers looked undisturbed. Even a neat housekeeper was likely to leave a small space with dust, but no clear spaces or trails showed things had been moved. Nothing seemed out of place.
Hours later Melissa stared at her luminous clock face. After tossing and turning forever she was nowhere near sleep. Though she’d opened, then closed, then opened her bedroom door, shadows took on life. Settling sounds, the icemaker, clocks, and other sounds she would have normally ignored became ghost, monster, or boogie-man.
Two o’clock. Damn. Melissa threw the covers back and reached for her robe. No point staying here. Her den was dark except for the glow from the fireplace. Only quiet breathing and an occasional pop from the fire broke the silence.
Gabe slumped on the extra-long sofa. At least he could stretch out and rest. His face, bronzed by the firelight, made her breath catch in her throat. God, he was beautiful! The room was warm, but she reached for the afghan spread over the back of the lounge chair. He’d removed his boots. No holes in his socks. That made her smile. She reached out to spread the cover over his prone body.
“Wanna join me?” a deep scratchy voice asked. “There’s room. You can stretch out beside me.”
Like hell! “No can do, friend. I just came to check on you, to see if you need anything. Sorry I woke you. I’ll just get myself a glass of milk. Want one?”
“I wasn’t sleeping, either, Lissie. I was thinking about you, listening to your bed creak as you tossed and turned. And I was wondering what you wore to bed.” He chuckled at the sound of her indignation. “Yeah, I’d love a glass of milk.”
He didn’t follow her into the kitchen. She’d know his jeans were tight with his arousal. He managed to sit up without cutting off the circulation there by the time she returned with the glasses of milk.
His hard-on had calmed, but she was enough woman to make any man want to the point of pain. Tousled auburn hair framed her slender face then tumbled down her back. At least now he knew she hadn’t gone to bed with curlers in her luxurious hair. Her face, bare of makeup, looked younger than her twenty-eight years. He knew her age as well as his own, thirty-four.
He squirmed to make himself more comfortable. His body still reacted like that of a seventeen-year old around her. He’d bet she didn’t realize her cotton gown was sexy as hell. When her robe parted the clinging fabric outlined her legs. Back-lit by the firelight, it became almost transparent.
“Sit,” he ordered, pulling her down on the sofa beside him. “Drink your milk.”
He emptied his glass in several swallows as she watched. She sipped hers. He removed her empty glass from her hands and placed it on the floor.
“Just put your head on my shoulder and rest your eyes while I talk.” His arm behind her on the sofa made it easy for her to use his chest as her pillow.
“Remember the time” helped him remember he had stayed to protect her, not to lust after her.
Lissie’s body was soft in all the right places. His own was painfully hard in one particular place. She fought sleep, but she’d succumbed to exhaustion. He’d never have guessed how much he’d enjoy just holding her and reminiscing. Her laughter had been like music to his ears, low pitched, deep and throaty.
She‘d fallen asleep and he’d dozed. The first time he’d jerked himself awake her body was sprawled across his, her hand caressing his arousal. Carefully he’d maneuvered himself so she rested beside him. Like a trusting child she allowed him to move her without awaking. He moved her body so that spoon fashion, his chest to her back, their bodies aligned to make the couch long enough. At least he didn’t doze again.
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