Three Little Words. Сьюзен Мэллери
wasn’t a real promise,” she protested.
“It was to me.”
She saw the amusement in his dark eyes. “Oh, please. You barely knew who I was. You were desperately in love with my sister and she—”
Isabel slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
He shrugged. “It was a long time ago.” He moved toward her. “I got over Maeve a lot faster than I should have. She might not have handled it all that great, but she made the right decision for both of us.”
“You’re not still in love with her?”
“Nope.” He hesitated, as if he were going to say more, then grabbed the towel and pulled it off his shoulder. “Anything else? I need to shower.”
Want help?
She was reasonably confident she didn’t ask the question out loud, but that didn’t make the inquiry any less sincere. She would bet Ford looked great in a shower. All wet and soapy. And, um, well, naked. Which was really strange, because she couldn’t remember the last time she’d speculated about a man’s body. She just wasn’t that interested in the whole naked-sex thing. She preferred quiet conversation to passion, and cuddling to groping. Of course, that went a long way toward explaining what had gone wrong between her and her ex.
“Interesting journey,” Ford said.
“Excuse me?”
“You went from imagining me naked to some other place.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I didn’t imagine you...that way. What are you saying? I’d never do that.” Heat burned hot and bright on her cheeks. “That would be rude.”
The sexy smile returned. “So’s lying. Don’t sweat it. I’ll take the compliment in the spirit you meant it.” He raised one shoulder. “It’s the danger. Knowing I’m a dark, dangerous guy makes me irresistible.”
The Ford she remembered had been funny and charming and flirty, but he’d been a kid from a small town. Untested. Unchallenged.
The man in front of her had been honed by war. He was still charming, but he was also right about his appeal. There was something indefinable that made her both want to follow him into the shower and take off running.
She managed to swallow. “You’re saying women want you?”
“All the time.”
“How that must annoy you.”
“I’m used to it. Mostly I consider taking care of them my patriotic duty.”
She felt her mouth drop open. “Your duty?”
“Patriotic duty. It would be un-American to leave a woman in need.”
Her gaze narrowed. So much for having to worry that Ford was uncomfortable around her. Or that her letters had bothered him. No doubt he’d considered them his God-given right.
“Just so we’re clear,” she said. “I’m over you.”
“You mentioned that. You’re not going to love me forever. It’s disappointing.”
“You’ll survive.”
“I don’t know. I’m surprisingly sensitive.”
“Oh, please. Like I believe that.”
He winced. “You’re mocking a hero?”
“With every fiber of my being.”
“Better not let my mother hear that. She’s still trying to convince me to let the town hold a parade in my honor. She wouldn’t like knowing you’re not appreciative of my personal sacrifice.”
“This would be the same mother who took a booth at the Fourth of July festival so she could find you a wife?”
For the first time since she’d walked into the gym, Isabel saw a flicker of discomfort in Ford’s steady gaze.
“That would be the one,” he murmured. “Thanks for reminding me.”
“She was taking applications.”
“Yeah, she mentioned that.” He shifted and turned his head, as if searching for an exit.
Now it was her turn to smile. “Not so big and bad when it comes to your mother, are you?”
He swore under his breath. “Yeah, well, so sue me. I can’t help it. She’s my mom. Can you stand up to yours?”
“No,” she admitted. “But mine is half a world away, so I can pretend to be tough.”
“So could I, when I was on another continent. Now I’m back.”
She almost felt sorry for him. Almost. “I’ll make you a deal,” she said impulsively. “You stop talking about how you seduce women in the name of being a good soldier, and I won’t bring up your mother.”
“Done.”
They looked at each other. Isabel was still conscious of his strength and chiseled good looks, but she was a lot less nervous now. Maybe because she’d figured out his weakness. That knowledge would keep the playing field even.
“So we’re good?” she asked. “The letters, my sister, your mother, all of it?”
He nodded. “The best.” His gaze sharpened. “You didn’t apply, did you?”
She grinned. “To be your wife? No, I didn’t. Technically, I wasn’t qualified. What with me not staying in town permanently.”
“Lucky you.”
She pretended concern. “Oh, Ford, don’t worry. I’m sure she’ll find someone for you. A nice girl who appreciates your giving nature.”
“Very funny.” He paused and the grin returned. “About that shower...”
“Thanks, but no.”
She waved and started for the door. The meeting hadn’t gone at all like what she’d imagined, but she was leaving with the belief that Ford wouldn’t avoid her in the future. Assuming he ever had. And she didn’t have to worry that he thought she was stalking him.
She stepped into the hallway. Consuelo walked out of the locker room, a gym bag in one hand, her car keys in another.
“You two finished?” her friend asked.
“Order is restored.”
Consuelo was one of those petite women who always made Isabel feel as if she were all arms and legs, with massive boat-long feet. The fact that Consuelo could easily wrestle an alligator into submission should have helped Isabel feel more feminine, but oddly it didn’t. Maybe it was because on Consuelo, muscles looked sexy.
“Should I believe you?” Consuelo asked. “You’ve been avoiding Ford for most of the summer.”
“I know and it was silly of me. I should have talked with him before.”
“Uh-huh.” Consuelo sighed. “You’re not going to start following him around now, are you? Women tend to do that. They also show up in his bed without an invitation. Not that he usually sends them away.”
“I heard about that. Not the women, but that it’s his patriotic duty to satisfy them.”
“You don’t sound upset.”
“I’m not. The guy I had a crush on wasn’t this Ford. He was sweet and funny and caring. This more mature version is all that and sexy, too.”
Consuelo waited.
“Not my type,” Isabel said. “Too flashy. I like quiet guys who are thoughtful and smart. The whole sexual-attraction thing is highly overrated.”
Except for the chance at seeing Ford in the shower, she