A Perfect Trade

Jenny welcomed the damp seeping through her clothes as she rested her cheek against the cool stone.

“You can’t stay here.” Tru’s sharp words made her frown.

Why was he being mean? “You’re not the boss of me.”

“No. I’m not.”

She nodded, pleased he’d agreed. The motion made her head swim. She moaned softly.

Tru swore, then swung her up into his arms.

Jenny thought about struggling, but it took all her energy to control her roiling stomach. Focusing on the hard chest beneath her cheek helped. She’d bet he was ripped beneath his shirt. She trailed a finger down the corded sinew of his neck. Mmm. Yes. Definitely ripped. Tight, flat abs, thighs like tree trunks, rock-hard biceps.

“Stop that.” Tru sounded strained as her finger slid beneath the open collar of his shirt. “If you don’t stop wriggling, I’ll drop you.”

Settling her head against his shoulder, she closed her increasingly heavy eyes. She barely registered him putting her into his car, or the drive home. As the car stopped, she tried to rouse herself. But her stomach began to churn dangerously. When Tru went to lift her into his arms, she shook her head. Acid rose in her throat. Not in front of Tru.

She pushed away from him. But it was too late. Jenny dropped to her knees beside a large bush and threw up.

CHAPTER FOUR

WAS JENNY AWAKE YET?

Tru wiped the sweat from his face with the bottom of his T-shirt and listened for any signs of movement upstairs. She’d been sleeping soundly when he’d checked on her earlier, before heading out for his morning run.

His heart thudded at the memory of her tousled hair spread across his pillow and the curve of one smooth shoulder visible above the sheets. She’d looked peaceful.

How many times had he dreamed of her in his bed? Only he’d imagined a different reason for her being there.

He listened a moment longer while he drained a glass of ice water. Not a sound. If she didn’t surface in another hour, he’d check on her again. Maybe even wake her. A picture popped into his head of him leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. His pulse hitched, even as he deliberately pushed the image aside.

She may be Sleeping Beauty, but for damn sure she didn’t see him as Prince Charming.

Besides, her strange behavior in the diner had really worried him. He had tossed and turned all night wondering about it. Something serious was wrong and he intended to find out what that was.

As Tru shoved his glass into the water dispenser in the refrigerator door, the phone rang.

Grateful for the distraction, he grabbed the receiver.

“Hey, bro.” Jake sounded happy. “What are you up to tomorrow night?”

Tru frowned. “Nothing much. Why?”

“The moms are throwing a party.”

Whose birthday had he forgotten? “What are we celebrating?”

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