Jill Shalvis - Instant Temptation

The third book in the Wilder Adventures series, 2010

If you asked TJ Wilder to choose between a warm autumn night in the Sierras or a warm woman, he knew that most people would put money on him taking the woman.

And while that might have been true in his wild, unchecked youth, tonight theyd have been wrong.

Not that he didnt love women. He did. Short or tall. Willowy or curvy. Sweet or hot-as-hell sexy-actually, make that especially hot-as-hell sexy. Over the years hed loved plenty.

Yet he loved the Sierras, too. While it was true that the tall, rugged, remote mountain peaks could be deadly dangerous to both life and limb, the mountains couldnt break a mans soul.

At least not without permission.

TJ no longer let anything break him. He didnt let anything break him or get to him, period. He was cool, calm, and prepared, always. Cam and Stone had long ago accepted, that as the oldest brother, TJ just knew things, like which direction to go on the mountain whether on skis or a bike, or in the helicopter. He knew which of their outdoor expedition clients would be a pain in the ass, and he could sense trouble a mile away.

Usually.

But, as he walked through Moodys Bar And Grill after a quick dinner with Cam and Stone, feeling full and surprisingly content for the moment, something plowed into his chest with the force of a cyclone.

Not something. Someone.

Harley Stephens-the one source of trouble hed never managed to avoid.

Absorbing the impact, he prevented them both from tumbling to the floor, and as his brain registered how warm and soft she felt in his arms, she lifted her face, the scent of her filling his head. Thats when something else hit him, too, the same inexplicable sense that he always got with her, the dj vu feeling that hed been there before. Not there in the doorway of Moodys with the fiery Indian summer sun setting behind her and the sound of the dinner crowd behind him, loud and rowdybut there, as in having her practically wrapped around him.

Which made about as much sense as the head-buzzing physical reaction he got from the feel of her against him.

Wishful was a small mountain town. TJ knew every person in it fairly well, and Harley was no exception. He knew her layered blond hair, silky and straight and not quite touching her shoulders, even as a strand of it caught on the stubble of his jaw. He knew her face, always soft and pretty, though tonight it held more than a hint of fatigue and anxiety as well.

And just like that the sexual punch faded, replaced by concern. Harley? You okay?

Twisting free, she turned from him so quickly he was barely able to catch her hand. Hey. Hey, he murmured when she fought him pulling her back into him. His hands were on her arms as he bent to look into her face, which did him little good. Her eyes were covered by reflective sunglasses.

He pulled them off, exposing her warm chocolate eyes, but whatever expression hed caught a quick flash of was gone, carefully and purposely gone.

Did I hurt you? she asked, staring at his throat, always so tough on the outside, yet so soft on the inside.

No, Im fine. You?

She wasnt. He could feel the tension of her body against his, in the quick quiver of her limbs, though that might just have been the same unwelcome erotic awareness hed felt.

Still felt.

With Harley, hed always felt it, though hed gotten good at ignoring it since they subscribed to two very different philosophies in life. His being to live as uncomplicated as possible, including romantic entanglements. Hers being the opposite. She was complicated as hell, and she played for keeps.

Im fine, too, she murmured, flexing her shoulders beneath his hands. Really.

He wasnt surprised at her statement. She was proud and she didnt need anyone. Just ask her. But he took a second, longer look at her, saw the exhaustion in the paleness of her skin, and the worry in the tight lines of her mouth. God, he loved her mouth. She wore gloss on a pair of lips that had given him more than a few dirty fantasies over the years. Then there was the milk chocolate depth of her gaze, which could warm anyone elses soul but sliced right through his. She wore faded, snug Levis low on her hips and a pretty stretchy knit top that hugged the curves she was so often forced to hide beneath her mechanic overalls when she was working. Harley, whats wrong?

Nothing.

A bullshit answer and they both knew it. Once upon a time, theyd been close enough that he could have called her on it. She was still close with his brothers, but TJ had never been able to put his finger on exactly when things had changed between them.

Sorry about the collision, she said.

Wow. Four whole words, willingly given. No problem. Watch out. He pulled her back up against him to let a customer move through the door, and for the second time in as many minutes he felt an undeniablezing. And for the first time, he saw the mirror of it in Harleys gaze before she could mask it.

For a deliciously long beat she stayed plastered up against him, and he began to think she was enjoying the connection, but proving the ridiculousness of that, she snatched her glasses from him and turned to walk away.

You telling me you didnt feel that? he asked her back, having no idea why he pushed, or why he cared. Since when did he push for anything, especially something as nameless and intangible as what he might want from Harley Stephens?

Feel what?

The thing that happens when we get too close.

She froze, then slowly turned to face him. Its Indian summer, TJ. Were all a little overheated. Its natural.

Is that right?

Yes. She broke eye contact, her gaze skittering away. Its Wishful, you know. High altitude. And its hot, its really, really hot. Its normal to feel so

Hot?

She bit her lower lip. Yes.

So is that what happens when we get too close then, Harley? You get really, really hot?

Her eyes jerked to his, clearly realizing shed just given away far more than shed meant to. What are you even doing here anyway? she asked. Youre usually in Alaska, or Wyoming, or anywhere other than here.

True. He took all the long treks for Wilder Adventures, which usually had him gone for weeks, even months at a time. He liked it that way. Always had. Im in between trips. So do you get really, really hot with Nolan, too?

Nolan being Nolan Lightner, the owner of the car and truck garage where Harley wrenched part-time. And Wishful, being Mayberry-With-Attitude, loved its gossip mill, which meant that everyone knew shed gone out with Nolan twice.

Not that TJ was counting.

Yes, she said firmly even as a blush bloomed on her cheeks. Nolan and I gethot. She crossed her arms, as always, ready and willing to do battle when backed against a wall. Is that what you wanted to hear?

Hell, no. But TJ watched her fidget, and suddenly he felt a whole hell of a lot better.

Because she was lying.

In fact, if you must know She stabbed a finger into his pec for emphasis, there are so many sparks between me and Nolan that our clothes catch fire every time were near each other.

He registered the abrupt change in the pitch of her voice and her overly defensive stance and grinned. Yeah, he was feeling much better, and leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear. Liar.

A low growl of temper escaped her and once again she pushed clear of him, heading toward the pickup counter, bad attitude spilling from her with every swing of her sweet hips and sweeter ass.

Feeling a mixture of amusement, at himself, at her, he let her go.