That Kind of Special

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Epilogue

Loose Id Titles by Abby Wood

Abby Wood

THAT KIND OF SPECIAL

Abby Wood

www.loose-id.com

That Kind of Special

Copyright © July 2013 by Abby Wood

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Chapter One

The breakup message was finally delivered. Katina lengthened her stride, feeling lighter than she had in the last two weeks with the finalization of that nasty task. Her desire to make a clean getaway pushed her forward through the lobby of the apartment building.

Three steps away from the exit, she smiled. Colby Wilson slid into the category of just another man from her past.

“Katina. Wait.” Colby grabbed her arm, stopping her escape.

She let her chin fall to her chest before turning around and facing him. “It’s over, Colby. I’m sorry, but it’s not working for me. You’re a terrific guy. You deserve someone who’ll put you first in their life, and at this time, that’s impossible for me to do.”

“Can’t we talk about this?” Colby released her and ran his hand through his blond hair. A frustrated action he’d done continually in the ten minutes it took her to break up with him.

They’d dated for three months after a mutual friend set them up on a blind date. After two weeks, she knew it would never work, but she’d tried. She’d honestly tried.

“I’m sorry.” She stepped back, feeling for the door behind her. “I need to concentrate on my career, and until I’ve built up my clientele, all my attention needs to be focused on designing.”

“Dammit.” Colby planted his hand above her shoulder, trapping her against the door and barring her clean exit. “This isn’t fair. Come back up to my place. We can—”

A tall man approached the exit and clamped his hand around Colby’s arm, removing his grip on the door frame. “I believe the lady would like to leave.”

“Butt out, bro.” Colby brushed him off and made to grab her.

The man’s fist came out of nowhere. Katina squeaked, plastering herself against the heavy glass door as Colby fell to the floor, knocked out cold.

The man tugged twice on the sleeve of his suit jacket and rolled his shoulders. “I apologize for him and having to do that in front of you.”

A lock of black hair hung down on his forehead from the exertion. She pressed her hand to her chest. Her breath came hard as if the violence personally affected her and not Colby. She’d never seen someone lay out another person so fast.

At first, she guessed his age in the midthirties, but on closer inspection, he had a slight sprinkle of gray at his temples. Forty, no more than forty-five years old. Her stomach fluttered. The first word that came to mind on describing him was “sexy.”

And solid. Gorgeous. Debonair. Irresistible. She wet her lips. Even impenetrable, powerful, and if she was honest with herself, a little intimidating. Yeah, he was all of those things.

He shifted, snapping her out of ogling him. “Are you okay?”

“Um, sure.” She tilted her head sideways, studying the way his mouth creased in the corner below a strong cheekbone. “Why did you apologize for him? It wasn’t your fault Colby can’t take no for an answer.”

“Because a man does not touch a woman unless he knows his touch is wanted, and never in anger,” he said.

Jeez, a real gentleman too. A pleasant warmth filled her lower stomach, and she sighed.

He leaned forward and lowered his already husky voice. “I think you should let me hail a taxi for you, before this loser wakes up. Are you all right with that?”

She jolted. “Um”—she glanced down at Colby—”yeah. Thank you.”

Outside, the evening breeze cooled off the flush she was sure had taken up residence on her face. She shook her head, snapping herself out of the stunned reaction to what happened inside. Nobody had ever come to her defense and punched someone in her honor before.

She stood on the sidewalk with her arms crossed and searched Fifth Street for a taxi. “Just great. My cab driver took off.”

“I’ll call and order one.” He lifted a cell phone to his ear and walked a few feet away to arrange a taxi pickup.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, pulling up the edge of his jacket. With his back to her, she studied him. She’d originally thought he was merely tall, but he was definitely big in a visit-the-gym-every-morning kind of way. Even his ass filled out the back of his trousers, looking freaking hot.

He turned around and came back to her side. “It’ll be a half hour before they can send a driver. It seems this time of night on a Friday is rather busy.”

“Thanks for trying.” She glanced behind her down the sidewalk. “I can walk faster than it would take for them to come. I only live a few blocks away in the Swanson Skyrise.”

“I’m Trent Bauer.” He removed his wallet, extracted a business card, and handed it to her. Then he gave her his cell. “Call any of those numbers on there, and Barbara, my secretary, will verify who I am. You can ask her any questions you’d like, until you’re satisfied.”

“Why would I do that?” She held the card and frowned.
Bauer Enterprise?

“So I can take you home,” said Trent.

She laughed, self-consciously. “I told you, I—”

“Exactly.” He dialed the phone himself and put the cell in her hand, motioning for her to put it to her ear. “You’ve told a complete stranger where you live. If I were someone else, it would be easy to follow you home. A woman should never put herself in a situation where she’s not protected.”

“Hello, you’ve reached Bauer Enterprise,” said the woman who answered the call.

“Um, a moment please…” She pushed the phone into Trent’s chest. “I’ll just walk, but thank you for the offer.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” She chewed on the inside of her cheek.

He held up his finger for her to wait. She rolled her eyes.

“Barbara. Trent. I have a lovely woman here…” He raised his brows, expectantly.

“Katina Lindtson, but I can—”

“I’ll be taking Ms. Lindtson home, and she would like validation that she’s in good hands. Would you do me a favor and put her mind at ease?” He paused. “Thank you, Barbara.”

Who does this kind of thing?
She sighed and took Trent’s phone from him. “I guess I need to know if it’s okay to get in his car and let him drive me three blocks…”

She listened as the woman rattled off pertinent facts about her boss, including that he had one sister and two brothers who were all glowing individuals. The whole time Trent stood beside her, gazing out to the street as if this whole exchange was perfectly normal.

“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be fine now. Good-bye.” She disconnected the call.

Not to take anyone’s word on Trent’s honorable status, she texted Doreen from the phone, letting her know the man who at this number was driving her home and she’d call later. A habit they both had when out clubbing and left separately.

She handed the phone back to Trent. “I can’t believe you made me do that. Last time I checked, I was twenty-three years old…not twelve.”

His mouth softened. “Ms. Lindtson—”

“Katina, please.”

He smiled, and when he let it all hang out, it was a smile that threatened to take her down to her knees. “Katina, in the short time I’ve met you, I’ve knocked out your boyfriend—”

“Ex…boyfriend,” she mumbled.

“I’ve knocked out your ex-boyfriend, who seems to have an anger problem along with an unwillingness to respect women. That makes him a risk. You’ve also let me walk you out to the sidewalk—where the street is empty—and it wouldn’t be hard for me to walk into the Swanson Skyrise building, pretend to be a family member, and have access to your apartment because you’ve given me your full name.” He loosened his tie. “If you were my girlfriend, I’d lecture you until you understood that it was an irresponsible thing to do, giving me your name.”

She blinked, finding it hard to breathe. Never, not once, had she ever had a man that controlling. It equally put her off and excited her in a strange way.

She gazed into eyes the color of the Hamiltons’ accent pillows she had such a hard time finding last month. Having no way to describe the color to her assistant, she ended up dyeing the fabric herself with a mix of gray and cobalt blue.

“Katina?” He moved closer, and when she leaned forward, he muttered, “Fuck me.”

She stared up into his eyes, not understanding why his take-charge attitude fascinated her. All she’d wanted to do was break up with Colby tonight. She wasn’t prepared for the drama it caused.

But Colby wasn’t like most of her old boyfriends. Her usual way of starting arguments, pushing him away, and showing him he wasn’t strong enough to handle an assertive woman only seemed to make him clingier and try harder to make their relationship work. Every old trick she’d used to get rid of her previous boyfriends failed. This time she’d finally gotten through to him. She frowned and turned away from him. Well, Trent knocked him out cold.