Davenport Harbor (Six Degrees Book 3) (4 page)

“
C-section,
”
I mumbled, not looking at him staring at my scar. I sat back up as I fixed my top, taking a deep breath as I looked back up at him.

“
I also have her birth certificate and my identification. Social security cards too if you would like those as well,
”
I told him, my eyes never looking away.

I couldn
’
t.

From where I was, his eyes looked dark and intense. His jaw was covered with stubble, making the cleft in his chin somehow more defined. He looked bigger now, sitting in the light-filled room than he had in the darkness and rain last night, but that didn't make me feel nervous or scared. He
’
d called his friend to make sure I was okay. Even as surly and annoyed as he looked, there was something kind and sweet about him. Something I didn’t think he usually showed.

“
Okay then,
”
he finally said after a slightly awkward moment.. I could only imagine what he was seeing.

I was a mess. Everything was. From the inside out, I was a complete mess.

“
My best friend
’
s wife will probably be here in a couple of minutes with breakfast. Her name is Sabrina. Don
’
t let her overwhelm you. She
’
s a little
…
. cheery,
”
he said, and his voice was slightly grumpy as he stood up. For the first time since waking up, I took in the state of his wrinkled clothes.

Had he slept in that chair the whole night? What did he expect back?

“
John.
”
He turned to face me as he reached the doorway.
“
What do you get from helping me?
”

“
What?
”
His deep voice vibrated in the quiet room, and I took in the sight of his powerful body now that he was further away from me. The broadest shoulders I
’
d ever seen on a man were stiff, his back to me.

“
What do you want in return?
”

“
Nothing.
”
His back was still to me. He wasn’t turning around to look at me.

“
Everyone wants something
…
no one
…”
I started to say.

“
Look, kid, relax." I watched as he only turned his head to look at me, "Like I said, I
’
m hardly here. You relax and recuperate and we will get you back on your feet
…”

“
But, John
…”

“
NO MAN should lay a hand on a woman,
”
he clearly enunciated. I stared, unable to stop the way my heart rate picked up.

I hated that I couldn
’
t stop my reaction when a man spoke too loudly or too angrily. I must have jumped or something because I watched as his fists clenched and unclenched, his body tight and stiff. I took in how he visibly tried to make his body relax and in a weird way, watching this man, this huge, strong, obviously surly man taking control and not acting out, made some of my fears fade away.

“
Maybe you can help out around here, later, once you are better, okay?
”
He stated, looking annoyed. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, and I lifted the blanket a little higher, because even though I
’
d slightly been afraid, watching him was making my body react and my nipples tightened.

“
Help out?
”
I asked, trying to fight whatever I was feeling.

“
Clean and stuff
,
but for now, relax. Rest.
”

“
Oh she
’
s awake,
”
a female voice chimed and John stepped away, a slight scowl appearing on his face as a pretty brunette walked into the room carrying a tray. She moved towards me and I sat up and stared at her.

She was beautiful. With a big, bright smile, maple-colored hair, and brown eyes; and something about those eyes made it hard to look away. She seemed willed with something bright from within, I just wasn
’
t sure what. All I knew was, it was like she was a bundle of sunshine walking into an already bright room.

“
John?
”
She asked and I looked at him. He wasn
’
t looking at her, he was looking at me. I couldn
’
t define his expression, but it made me swallow hard. His gaze was fierce, not angry, just strong and unwavering.

“
Umm, this is Sabrina. Sabrina, her name is Anne. Her daughter is Zoey.”

“
What a pretty name,
”
Sabrina said smiling, and even with the mixture of pain and nerves I smiled back at her.

"Thank you," I said, clearing my throat, and watched her walk over to me. She gently placed the breakfast tray on my lap and sat close to me on the edge of the bed. Her hand came up to my forehead, and I felt my eyes grow wide at how comfortable she seemed around me.

"Fever broke," she said as she looked at me, her eyes bright. "Here, eat. I'll be downstairs watching Zoey. Don't worry about a thing. If you need anything, yell for John. He'll be in his study next door, right John?" She asked without turning back to confirm that he was still standing there.

I looked over and heard him grunt, which made Sabrina smile brighter. John was right, she was cheery.

"Okay then. I'll be back later."

"Thank you," I whispered, overwhelmed by her kindness.

"No thanks needed, honey." She said, squeezing my hand as her eyes softened. As quickly as she’d walked in, she walked out.

I looked at John, who stood staring at me.

"Thank you," I whispered. I wasn't sure he heard me since his dark eyes kept staring intensely at me in the silent room. That was until he tilted his chin and walked out.

John

I stepped out of her room and took a deep breath. I wanted to breathe in air that wasn
’
t infused with her scent. My hands clenched at my sides as I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.
What the fuck am I doing? Letting her stay? Offering her a place? What the fuck is my problem?

Running my fingers through my hair, I tried to get my shit together. Opening my eyes, I saw Sabrina standing by the stairs, staring at me. Her eyes were filled with curiosity. One delicate eyebrow went up, but before she said anything, I snapped at her.

“
Don
’
t.
”
Surprise washed away from her light brown eyes and they instantly filled with amusement.

“
I didn
’
t say anything.
”
A smile played on her lips.

“
Not yet
…”

“
But if I were to say something, John,
”
she started to say, her eyes honest and open. I could see why Mike liked it, but I, on the other hand, held my breath, waiting to hear what she had to say.
“
Never mind,
”
she said, still smiling as she placed her arm in the crook of mine. We walked down my stairs to the ground floor.
“
I have a feeling that when you
’
re ready to talk, you
’
ll come to me. We might have more in common than we realize.
”
Her voice was soft and without judgement.

“
Sab
…”

“
Mike hasn
’
t told me anything, just so you know. Whatever happened that fills your eyes with pain like that, he hasn
’
t shared nor will I ask him to. That
’
s your story to share. If you want to share though
…
I
’
m always here,
”
she said softly. There was a smile playing in her voice. We reached the last step and she let go of my arm.

“
I need to go find that pretty girl!
”
She said, smiling brightly as if she didn
’
t just surprise the fuck out of me. I watched her leave as she walked into the kitchen. Once she was gone I shook my head, grabbed my briefcase, and headed back upstairs to the room that I'd been using as a study.

Back in my office, I stared at the screen of my laptop. There were emails I needed to respond to, but I couldn't seem to focus. Shaking my head, I called a temp agency and requested a new receptionist; at least one thing would be taken care of by the end of the day.

Anne

Drifting back to consciousness, my eyes went to the brown-haired man in rumpled looking olive-green cargo shorts and a black tee shirt just as he knocked on the door that had been left ajar. Sitting up, the blanket fell onto my lap.

“
Hi. Sabrina sent me up with your lunch.
”
His face was kind and non-threatening, almost friendly.

“
Hi. Thank you.
”
I mumbled, not looking at his handsome boy-next-door face. I watched as he carried a tray with a bowl of steaming soup, a mile-high ham and cheese sandwich, a water bottle, and a bowl of fruit.

“
My pleasure. I
’
m Nicholas Riley. Call me Nick,
”
he shared as he placed the tray gently on my lap then sat on the chair next to the window by the side of my bed. The same chair that John had slept in.

“
I
’
m Anne.
”
He smiled, only adding to his natural charm.

“
Well, Anne, I have been given strict instructions to make sure you eat and that I entertain you.
”

“
Have you?
”
I asked, raising an eyebrow as I stared into his chocolate-brown eyes and fought against a smile.

“
Sabrina is like a drill sergeant down there.
”

“
How is Zoey? Is she causing
…”
he shook his head as panic rose in me and he covered my hand.

“
She
’
s like a doll, the best-behaved baby I
’
ve ever been around,
”
he said, looking sincere.

“
Have you been around many babies?
”

“
Just the ones my friends have,
”
he answered and I laughed, eating a bite of the sweet, sliced strawberries.

“
She is a good baby,
”
I shared.

“
How old is she?
”

“
Nine months,
”
I told him as I looked up at him and watched as his eyes shifted quickly from my neck up to my eyes. It was fast, but I
’
d caught him staring at my bruising.

“
It doesn
’
t hurt,
”
I mentioned and watched his jaw clench.

Our eyes met, something dark flashing behind his, and I wished I was the type of person to make friends easily, because something about him made me think he
’
d be a good friend.

He opened his mouth when someone cleared their throat. We looked up and saw John standing there: his dark gaze on us, his eyes narrowed.

“
Nick.
”
His deep voice almost sounded like a snarl.

“
John, buddy, come sit with us. Sabrina wants to make sure Anne here eats.
”

I looked at his powerful body towering in the doorway. The light streaming through the window allowed me to take him in and he was a sight to behold. I knew he would be, but I didn
’
t realize that men like him existed outside of a silver screen.

His body exuded pure masculinity: long lean legs encased in tailor-fit, navy-blue slacks that hinted at his thick muscular thighs; a charcoal-grey dress shirt worn out of his slacks that gave him an easy relaxed air; broad thick shoulders that were made to hold on to or climb; slightly overgrown dark hair wet from what looked to be a recent shower; face serious, stubble still peppered over his square jaw, narrowed eyes fighting something.

“
I can
’
t. I have some girls coming that need to be interviewed for a receptionist position.
”

“
Did you find an office?
”
Nick asked and John rolled his eyes.

“
Not yet.
”
Nick laughed and John
’
s eyes narrowed even more.

“
I just wanted to see if you needed anything. But it
’
s
…”
John suddenly stopped talking, his eyes not moving from mine. Something about the way he looked at me made me think he could see the center of me. But instead of feeling exposed and vulnerable it was almost fortifying.

A cell phone went off, snapping my gaze away from the surly man. Nick answered and with a frown he looked towards the door.

"John, you think you can sit with Anne? I'm sorry, I have an emergency at my office," Nick said as he stood and gave me a kind smile.

"Anne, it was a pleasure meeting you."

"You too. Thanks for lunch." He nodded and walked out, patting John on his shoulder as he left.

Quietly, I watched John take a deep breath as if he was scared to walk into the room.

"I'm okay if you're busy," I told him, sitting up straighter, even as my back protested against the movement.

"Do you not want me here?" His rich voice enveloped me, and I shook my head.

"I didn't say..."

"I know." I watched him walk to the chair next to my bed. His forearms rested on the chair
’
s arms. I looked down to the tray of food and tried to find my appetite, but something about him made me nervous.

Shy.

John

She looked at the tray of food on her lap, and her gaze didn’t come back up to meet mine. I didn’t like it. She
’
d looked so damn relaxed with Nick, and I wanted her like that with me. I had no idea why, I just did.