Storm Watch. Jill Shalvis

he was going to get to know her pretty quickly. “I knew you once.”

      “For a minute.”

      “Longer than that,” he chided gently. “We were friends.”

      She laughed. “Friends? We weren’t friends, Jason. I did your English papers, and you…”

      “I…?”

      “You were a jerk.”

      “Not all the time.”

      “All the time.”

      “Come on. What about the day I taught you to kiss after that idiot Paul Drucker said you kissed like a poodle?”

      “I try not to remember that day,” she said bitterly.

      “I don’t know. It was a pretty good day for me.”

      She turned away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

      “About which, the fact that we kissed behind the bleachers until you had it right? Or how afterward, you—”

      She sent him a glacial glance over her shoulder. “I said I don’t want to talk about it.” She paused, then let out a sigh. “But thanks for teaching me how to kiss.”

      “You are most welcome.”

      “You know…” She narrowed her eyes. “Now that I think about it, the whole teaching process took a lot longer than it should have.”

      “Did it?”

      “Yes.”

      He smiled. “You kissed like heaven, Lizzy, from the get-go. Paul was an idiot and an ass.”

      “So you only pretended I needed kissing tutoring? Why?”

      “Hello, I was seventeen.”

      With an annoyed sound, she walked away.

      Yeah, he’d been an ass, but only because of what had happened next, the thing she didn’t want to talk about, and for the first time in all these years, he remembered, and felt regret. “Lizzy—”

      “I’m going.”

      “We’ve been through this. If you go, I go.”

      “I’m sure you had other plans today.”

      “Yeah,” he agreed readily enough. “I had a whole list—sleep, food and sex.” He smiled tightly. “Not that I was going to get any of that. There’s nothing good to eat here, and as it’s just me, sex wouldn’t be much fun.”

      She looked at him. “Is this what you do in the Guard?” she asked. “Rescue people?”

      “A lot, yeah.” Or in the case of Matt, not.

      “Are you going back to it?”

      “That seems to be the million-dollar question.”

      She let out a half smile, full of sympathy. “Still decompressing?”

      “Yeah.” More than she could possibly know, and it was a reminder, a cold slap of hard reality that he had decisions to make for a future he didn’t want to face. So it was him who turned away this time, needing to break eye contact, needing to not let her in his head.

      She was quiet as he bent to put on his shoes. “When we had the big fires here last year, I worked four straight days without much more than a few catnaps. My entire life was the E.R., treating the firefighters, the victims, and when I finally got off duty and out into the parking lot where I’d left my car, I had the weirdest thing happen.”

      He straightened. “What?”

      “I broke down.” She lifted a shoulder. “I just sat on the curb and cried like a baby for half an hour. I have no idea why.”

      He could picture it. Hell, he’d lived it. “That was sheer exhaustion, Lizzy.”

      “Yes. After only four days of hell.”

      Knowing where she was going with this, he shook his head. “Don’t.”

      She walked toward him. “I have to.” Her gaze touched over each of his features, feeling like a caress. “I felt that way after only four days of adrenaline and fear and craziness, so I can only imagine what it’s like for you after years.”

      “I’m fine.”

      “Yes,” she agreed. “Very fine.”

      Her words made him want to smile but he held back because she didn’t stop moving until they were toe to toe, until she’d once again put a hand on his chest.

      Clearly she wasn’t finished with hacking at his hard-earned self-control.

      “I’m sure there’s a transition period,” she said very quietly, giving him something he hadn’t had any of and didn’t want because it ripped at that control more than anything else could—sympathy. “Between what you’ve been doing, and being here…” Her hand slid over his chest until she laid her palm right over his heart, which was not nearly as steady as he’d have liked. “I imagine there’s a disconnect. A gap.”

      She had no idea. “The size of the equator,” he agreed, not thrilled that his voice came out low and hoarse.

      She was quiet another moment, then reached for his hand. “Don’t worry, Jase, I’m sure it’ll come to you, what you want to do.”

      Well, he was glad she was sure. Because he wasn’t.

      The moment broken, she dropped her hands from him and turned away.

      He slipped into his rain gear while she did the same. He put two first-aids kits inside his backpack and shouldered it.

      “Two?” she asked.

      “Who knows what we’ll need.”

      “There’s only a couple of inches so far.”

      “Yeah, but even one inch in the wrong place can cause flash flooding, which can bring walls of water ten to twenty feet high. Trust me, there’s a whole town out there thinking this is no big deal, but it can turn into one in seconds. Plus, if we find Cece and she’s in labor—”

      “When.” Her voice was unyielding as she corrected him. “When we find her.”

      “If she’s out there,” he promised, “we’ll find her.”

      “Yeah.” She broke eye contact, getting busy with adjusting her rain poncho.

      Reaching out, he lifted her chin, ran the pad of his thumb over the cut on her cheek. “We’ll find her.”

      She nodded, hugging herself in all those layers. He had to work hard not to add his arms to the mix. He’d come here wanting to feel nothing, but look at him, feeling emotions all over the place. Shaking his head at himself, he opened the door and, as the wind and rain drafted in, reached for her hand.

      “Jason?”

      “Yeah?”

      She looked up into his eyes. “Thank you.”

      He took in the craziness of the storm. Power lines down. Trees doubled over. Several inches of rain sloshing at the curbs. A flash of Matt’s face came to him, and his gut tightened. “Don’t thank me yet.”

      Chapter Four

      CECE MANN PACED THROUGH the contraction. Miraculously, it was her first real pain, meaning it was the first one to make her want to twist some guy’s nuts off.

      Actually, make that every guy’s nuts off.

      Not so miraculously, she didn’t like this whole labor business, not one little bit. “Okay,” she said to her belly, rubbing the insidious tightness swirling through her gut. “I need you to give me a little more time. Can you do that, hold on