Tempted

Teagan made a point to peer around the room as if looking for said brunette. “Can you be more specific?”

“The one who was sitting right here a few minutes ago. Hot bod, long dark hair and a rack to die for. Ring a bell?”

Teagan didn’t much like Harper being reduced to such simple attributes but what could he say? He’d been pretty much snagged by those very visual cues himself. Still...he didn’t like when this douche did it.

“I’d say it’s probably a good idea to let the lady decide who she wants to spend time with,” Teagan said, finishing his beer. “Don’t you think? I mean, she is an adult, capable of making her own decisions and something tells me, that Harper is the kind of woman who would take offense to hearing someone talk about her like you just did.”

“You gonna tattle on me?” the man joked, but Teagan wasn’t laughing. He was pretty much done with this conversation and the only thing keeping him from punching this guy’s lights out was that he didn’t want to be put in the brig. Or whatever served as a holding cell for unruly passengers. “So you’re saying you’re not going to back off?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I called dibs.”

He called dibs. Good God, give me strength.

Teagan smirked as he rose from his seat. “Well, I’m not twelve and I don’t recognize the dibs game any longer. She’s not a piece of candy, she’s a woman. If you can’t interest her squarely on your own, then that’s not my problem. Good luck with your dibs.”

Teagan pushed past the man, leaving him to burn hot coals into his back but Teagan didn’t care. The man was an asshole.

But even so, the man had served one unexpected purpose—he’d given Teagan a much-needed splash of cold water on his overheated brain.

The purpose of this trip was to loosen up and have fun, not beat down every Tom, Dick and Harry who hoped to snag the “hot brunette with the smoking body,” and if Mr. Swagger was any indication of what chasing after Harper Riley would be like, then Teagan was out.

As if the universe was listening, a sassy redhead cast a flirty smile his way and he responded in kind.

J.T. was a vocal proponent of redheads now.

And this one wasn’t bringing gun-toting maniacs in her wake.

This trip may be salvageable, after all.

* * *

HER GAME FELT OFF. With Stuart being a no-show and then Teagan getting in her head, Harper felt tilted, which wasn’t a good sign.

She needed to be on target to snag Stuart.

Harper changed into her pajamas, removed her makeup and then crawled into bed, phone in hand.

More research.

Stuart. Buck.

She stared at the most recent picture, taken at some toilet seminar where he’d been the lead speaker, and chewed her lip as she frowned.

The Toilet King.

Harper wrinkled her nose with distaste. That was a tall order, but Harper didn’t care what other people said about her as long as the checks cleared.

Louis Vuitton bag.

Chanel dress.

Louboutin heels.

Teagan had been spot-on.

And the religious workouts—Pilates, CrossFit, Zumba, yoga—anything and everything to keep her body fit and toned.

It was exhausting.

She had no social life.

Friends were a luxury she couldn’t afford.

And God only knew she never confided in her lovers about anything, because she wasn’t the person they thought she was.

She played a part, for which she accepted payment in the form of expensive gifts and luxury vacations.

But she wouldn’t be young forever.

Sooner or later, time would catch up to her and no amount of Pilates would keep her ass from succumbing to gravity.

Harper winced at the cruelty awaiting her and that fear renewed her purpose.

That’s why Stuart was so important.

This one was going to marry her.

No more playing the mistress or girlfriend with nothing legally binding.

She couldn’t live on gifts alone.

And that meant she had to be smart.

Stuart wasn’t a stupid playboy with a trust fund.

He was a successful businessman who’d been loyal to his wife until the day she died.

Stuart held old-fashioned values and believed in hard work and fair play.

Honestly, Stuart was the kind of man Harper would have liked for a father or grandfather.

Except instead of going to Stuart for fatherly advice, she was going to seduce the man.

Harper groaned when a tiny bubble of bile rose in her throat.

What was wrong with her?

Stuart was not the worst she’d slept with.

He seemed kind, generous...and incredibly old.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t the Crypt Keeper, but compared to Teagan, Stuart was a fossil.

She closed her eyes and immediately Teagan was there.

Hard muscles covering a solid, manly frame.

Sensual lips that played with a flirty smile and begged to be kissed.

How was a guy like Teagan single, anyway?

Either the women in his circles were incredibly stupid or he had some heinous defect.

Maybe he chewed his toenails.

Maybe he picked his nose and ate his boogers.

Or maybe he had some weird sexual fetish like armpit licking or he liked to dress up like a baby and be breast-fed.

Yes, keep thinking of Teagan as a deviant, a voice encouraged, otherwise, you’re going to find yourself pressed up against him before you know it.

How long had it been since Harper had enjoyed a real relationship? Been with someone because she wanted to be, not because he was a target.

Just as she started to mourn her lack of true intimacy, the specter of the past rose to slap her.

It was hard to forget her mother’s tears. The horrible sadness that clawed the personality out of Anna Riley, and Harper was sure that the subsequent drag on her immune system had eventually led to MS.

Whereas Anna had once been sweet, kind and way too trusting, time and repeated heartache had left the woman a shell.

The disease had robbed her of everything else.

Harper had been twelve when Rex had conned her mother out of their savings, leaving them with nothing but bad credit, crippling debt and no way out.

And her mom had gotten pregnant, too.

Harper blinked furiously at the unwanted tears that threatened to fall.

Some say that things happened for a reason.

Losing Rex’s baby had been a blessing in disguise but it’d taken the final toll on Anna.

Harper’s childhood had disintegrated, leaving behind nothing but cold, hard adulthood.

And she had vowed to never let a man do to her what had been done to Anna.

If anyone was going to suffer scars, it wouldn’t be Harper from that moment forward.

She stilled for a moment to gather her focus.

That’s it, remember the pain. Remember the reason men like Teagan are bad news.

Releasing a long breath, Harper felt a renewed sense of purpose and returned to her research.

Tomorrow...Stuart Buck.

5

VANESSA THOUGHT TO escape to her room, but when she was midway, she stopped. The point of this trip was to liberate herself from her past. To stop mourning a life she didn’t miss.

Her and Dale’s relationship had been complicated, like most romantic relationships. They’d married young, and although there were too many bad times to count, there were good times, too.

A lifetime together had seamed a jagged stitch but it had bound them just the same.

One kid.

A daughter.

She’d done her due diligence as a wife and mother. Sabrina was off living her life as she should, but it’d left Vanessa alone to deal with Dale and their shortcomings.

Just as things had become unbearable, Dale had done the honorable thing and died of a heart attack.

Boom. No flash and bang. No long, drawn-out illness...just gone.

Sometimes Vanessa still thought she could smell his Old Spice cologne.

As much as Dale had been an overbearing, pigheaded jerk at times, he’d also been her best friend.

What she’d thought was going to be a grand dating adventure after he’d passed, had turned into a sad realization that she’d never truly mourned the man who’d been her constant companion for thirty years.

And somehow that young cutie at the bar had managed to activate that button that she’d been trying to hide for a year.

Her best friend, Lola, said the best way to get over a man was to get under another.

So far that had only worked temporarily.

But since Vanessa didn’t have any other advice to follow, she’d booked her first cruise, and followed it with another.

Right about now, she was thinking it all might’ve been a waste of money.

She didn’t have the right mind-set to jump into another fling.

She wanted...something more.

So was it time to change her game plan? Look for something a little less transient? Maybe admit that Lola had been completely bonkers to suggest a series of one-night stands to heal her bleeding heart?

Vanessa found herself on the upper deck gazing at the stars. The balmy air kissed her cheek as the dark waves lapped at the side of the massive ship.

Being a cougar was fun for a time but stargazing alone was really unsatisfying.

“Oh, pardon me.”

Vanessa startled at the apology and turned to see an older gentleman turning to leave her to her solitude but she stopped him. “It’s okay,” she said. “I don’t mind a little company.”

The man smiled and returned. “Are you certain? I don’t want to intrude.”

“Being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

He nodded. “Man is not meant to walk alone.”

“Or woman,” she added with a tiny chuckle. “Being with someone is a hard habit to break when you’ve been married for thirty years.”

“My wife passed a year ago,” he said quietly. “She was my best friend. Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing without her.”

Vanessa nodded, the tears threatening to return. She laughed ruefully. “Now, don’t get the waterworks started or they’ll never stop.”

“Okay, I promise, no more talk of sad things. I’m not sure why I came out here. I thought about going to the meet and greet but changed my mind at the last minute. I couldn’t bring myself to walk into the meat market.”

“It does feel like that sometimes, doesn’t it?”

He sighed. “Things are so different from when I was young. Dating was much more civilized. But listen to me, waxing nostalgic over times gone by. That’s what old people do, right?”

The man’s self-deprecating laugh was very soothing. There was something about him that relaxed Vanessa in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Are you here to meet your soul mate?” she teased lightly.

“I doubt fate would be so kind as to grace me with two soul mates but I’m open to meeting someone I can share my life with. How about you?”

Vanessa considered her answer for a moment. “I don’t know if soul mates exist, honestly. I want to believe in the idea but I don’t know... I’m just unsure if it’s truly possible. But I’m envious of those who come close to having that.”

“You were married to a terrible man?” he inquired with a frown.

“No, not really. He was just...Dale. Hardheaded, stubborn, pigheaded, my-way-or-the-highway kind of man. But he was a good provider,” Vanessa added when it seemed all she could focus on were Dale’s negative traits. “And a good father. I guess that’s more than what some women get.”

The man regarded her with a smile in his eyes and she realized he had the kindest eyes she’d ever seen. “And your wife? What was she like?”

“She was smart, stubborn, sassy...all the things I like in a woman. She didn’t take any garbage from anyone, least of all me. But she was also an amazing cook and homemaker. Anywhere with her in it was home.”

Vanessa couldn’t help but feel a little inadequate in light of the man’s superwife, but it wasn’t fair or attractive to put her insecurities on his memory so she simply smiled and murmured, “Sounds like you were a lucky man.”

“I was,” he agreed. “But it’s easy to remember the good times when someone is gone, right? It wasn’t always perfect, but it was good.”

“Yeah,” Vanessa agreed, realizing that was also true of her relationship with Dale. Grief had made her bitter and reckless, but she was finally coming out of that place. “It was good.”

“Well, I think I’ll turn in,” he announced with a charming smile. “Thank you for the company.”

Vanessa returned the smile and truly meant it when she said, “I hope you find your next soul mate.”

“I wish the same for you.”

And then he left, leaving her to the quiet, abandoned deck.

Vanessa exhaled and realized too late, she hadn’t gotten his name.

Nor had she given hers.

* * *

TEAGAN AWOKE ALONE in his bed and for that he was very grateful.

Last night’s details had gotten hazy after a few more drinks and, while he remembered dancing with a hot redhead, he didn’t quite recall getting to his room.

His head ached and his mouth tasted as if a gnome had shit in it.

Rolling to his side, he rose from the bed and guzzled a bottled water from the minifridge, then, with the final swallow, tossed back a few aspirin.

The best way he knew to work off a hangover was to sweat it out. Sliding on some workout gear and slipping on his tennis shoes, he made his way to the onboard gym.

J.T. had assured him that the gym on the ship was top-notch and that had been the saving grace. Military habits died hard and he couldn’t start his day without getting his sweat on.

Also helped to keep the love handles at bay.

Teagan walked into the gym and grinned with approval. Yes, this was going to work.

The workout facility was bigger than most gyms in the city, with state-of-the-art equipment. Everything was shiny and clean, sanitized and ready for anything.

Surprisingly, it was nearly empty.

Guess not many people enjoyed working out when they were on vacation.

He made his way to an open treadmill and realized the woman punishing herself two treadmills over was none other than Harper.

She was pounding the track at a fast clip, earbuds firmly in her ears as she zoned out. Everything about Harper was toned and tight. His initial decision to steer clear of the drama-magnet evaporated the minute he saw her again.

He loved women who didn’t play around at the gym. Harper was working up a sweat, hair tied in a messy ponytail, wearing simple, no-nonsense running shorts and sports bra.

She wasn’t there to impress—she was there to work.

God, that was a turn-on.

Instead of choosing the treadmill closest to her, Teagan climbed on the original one he’d picked, looping his towel over the handle and putting his water in the holder.

His head was still pounding but he would just have to power through. Once he was in the zone, the pain would fade.

After about ten minutes, he upped the pace and started running at a good clip. It felt great to move with the pent-up tension bunching his muscles.

Maybe afterward he’d find the masseuse and really live it up with a good rubdown.

Before too long, he realized he and Harper were running at the same tempo. Their steps were synced even though neither had timed it purposefully. Harper would be a good running partner.

J.T. always bitched that Teagan was trying to leave him behind. J.T. preferred a more leisurely pace whereas Teagan liked to move.

Apparently, Harper liked to move, too.

He glanced over at the exact time that Harper did. Their eyes locked. Sweat trickling down their faces, arms and legs pumping. She’d been running longer than him and yet her pace was as strong.

Fatigue started to eat at his stamina but he didn’t want to slow before her.

Harper dragged her gaze away and returned to her focal point, ignoring him.

But it was an act. If he could sense the energy between them, then she could, too.

Like it or not, they had something between them that wouldn’t go away.

And while Teagan had never considered running some kind of aphrodisiac, he was fighting an inappropriate arousal as they ran in tandem.

He couldn’t stop wondering how well they’d sync up if they were pressed skin against skin.

Working up a sweat in a different way.

Ah, hell. Now is not the time to get a stiff one.

As much as Teagan wanted to win this endurance race, he knew Harper had beat him.

Dialing down the pace, he caught a minute twitch of her lips and he could practically hear her crowing in victory.

Teagan smothered his laugh and, after a cooldown, moved to the weight machines.

Only this time, he purposefully selected a machine in Harper’s direct eye line.

Clearly having won that round, Harper slowed her pace and started her cooldown.

But Teagan wanted to keep her heated.

Pushing the weight bar overhead, he started his reps, knowing full well that his muscles were glistening and swelling as he worked.

He bit back his own victory crow when she couldn’t keep her focus. Her gaze kept darting to his arms and away again, as if she couldn’t quite help herself from taking a peek even though she didn’t want to.

Yeah, she could try and deny the attraction all she wanted.

Proof is in the pudding, darlin’.

Finished her workout, Harper wiped her face and stepped off the treadmill, risking a glance at Teagan one last time before she left the gym, practically running away in her haste.

He chuckled. Maybe the chase was worth the aggravation he would encounter.

Harper was fast becoming his favorite part about this trip.

Now, the question was...how did he get Harper to feel the same about him?

6

HARPER WIPED THE sweat from her face and hurried to her room to shower.

Her pulse raced even as she closed her door and stripped.

The nerve of that guy, to insert himself into her workout.

As if all that sweaty muscle would impress her.

Like she’d never seen a well-built male.

Harper barked a short laugh as if that alone would bolster her argument with herself.

But she was still shaking.

Her fingers were trembling and her insides felt twisted into knots.

She had too much restless energy and no outlet.

Get in the shower, start the day, just as you would have if Teagan hadn’t shown up.

Sound advice.

Eventually, she’d settle down and everything would go back to normal.

Harper turned on the water and stepped into the spray, gasping when the cold water hit her skin.

Yesss! A cold shower was exactly what she needed to cool down.

Why was Teagan so... She didn’t have the word for what Teagan was.

A distraction, that’s what he was.

She closed her eyes and drifted into the spray, letting the water pelt some sense into her head.

But Teagan was right there in her thoughts, refusing to leave.

That smile, that dimple. What was a grown-ass adult doing with a dimple in his cheek, anyway?

Dimples were for boy bands and babies.

Except there was nothing boyish about Teagan.

She groaned. All that hard, firm flesh...her fingers itched to touch.

Stop it.

Just stop.

She was tangled in knots, her thoughts couldn’t travel a straight line. It was the backup of sexual energy that had nowhere to go.

Harper looked at the showerhead and a thought came to her.

It’d been a fleeting spark of a thought but once it caught, a fire followed.

Leaning against the wall, she placed her foot on the tiny ledge that masqueraded as a seat and brought down the showerhead from its cradle. The water pressure was strong enough but not too strong.

Dare she say, just right?

Only one way to find out.

Closing her eyes, Harper brought the showerhead to her aching sex, nestling the pulsating jets against the swollen and ready nub between her folds.

Immediate pleasure flushed through her body as awareness flooded her senses. Harper gasped as she adjusted position, allowing for a better pulse, and squeezed her eyes shut when the violent threat of an immediate orgasm nearly stole the strength from her legs.

She was so close. Tantalizing close.

But she didn’t want to come just yet.

Harper wanted to savor the sweetness a little bit more.

Teagan.

His name floated from her thoughts and escaped through her parted lips as the pleasure mounted.

She ground the pulsing jets against her harder, relishing the pressure as her body began to shake.

Her thoughts were unruly, going unerringly straight to Teagan. Imagining what it would feel like to be pressed against him, his tongue inside her mouth, demanding everything from her, pushing her ever closer to that beautiful shattering moment.

Oh, God. She gasped, her free hand gripping the side of the shower as her knees wobbled.

Teagan...yesss!

Harper came hard. So hard that her toes curled into tight buds as her muscles clenched so violently that she might never wear heels again.

But it was worth it.

Dropping the showerhead from nerveless fingers, she sank to the floor, breathing hard.

The spray swung wildly and smacked her in the face, sending a wash of water straight up her nose as she struggled to get it under control.

Coughing, she rose on unsteady feet and replaced the showerhead in its cradle.

She’d made herself stupid with that orgasm.

Just thinking about Teagan had made her come.

So what would happen if she actually found herself skin to skin with the gorgeous man?

She might just spontaneously combust.

Harper chuckled weakly at her own joke and exhaled a long breath.

Well, at least she was relaxed now.

She eyed the showerhead as if it were a conspirator and said, “This is between me and you. No one else needs to know. Got it?”

Of course, the showerhead said nothing.

But somehow Harper felt better just saying the words out loud if only to pound the sentiment home to her stubborn subconscious.

She didn’t want Teagan.

She wanted...what was his name? Oh, that’s right, Teagan...no!

Stuart.

Stuart Money Bucks.

Think of those lovely millions and all the lovely ways you are going to spend it, she reminded herself, lathering up the body wash. So what if Stuart was old enough to be her grandfather and Teagan looked like sex on a stick. Money was the great equalizer.

That’s all she needed to remember.

* * *

THE ITINERARY FOR today was relaxed. A full day at sea as the Nautica sliced through the waters toward Mexico. There were a number of activities on the schedule if you were so inclined but mostly it was about relaxation and fun.

There were casinos and restaurants, spas, shopping and more food.

So much food! If Teagan came back with love handles, despite punishing himself at the gym, J.T. would never let him live it down.

His cell rang and he saw—speak of the devil—J.T. was calling.

“Hey,” Teagan answered. “You know this is going to cost me an arm and a leg.”

“I told you to get the international plan but you didn’t want to spring for the temporary cost. That’s on you.”

“I didn’t think I was going to get a check-up call from my little brother,” he returned drily. “What’s up?”

“Just wondering how the trip is going. You know, seeing if my money was well spent.”

“Next time you want to blow money, just give me the cash.”

“That good, huh?”

“It’s not bad, just not really my scene.”

“Teagan, you’ve been out of the scene so long I doubt you’d remember what your scene looks like,” J.T. joked. Teagan had to admit his little brother was right, but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud. “Look, you’re being a good sport about it, so have some fun. Be a tourist. Buy funny hats and drink too many margaritas. Make some memories you can regret later. Every old man needs some questionable life choices to reminisce about in the old folks home, so get to it.”