The Texan's Contested Claim: The Texan's Contested Claim / The Greek Tycoon's Secret Heir. Katherine Garbera
and stuck out her hand. “All right, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he used it to haul himself to his feet. “I prefer photos of landscape, rather than people.”
She lifted a brow. “Kind of confident you’re going to win, aren’t you?”
He shot her a wink and turned away. “When it’s a sure thing, I can afford to be.”
She frowned at his back. “Where are you going?”
“To bed.”
“Hey, wait a minute!” she cried, hurrying after him. “That’s the way to my room.”
“I know. Remember? I chose your bed to sleep in tonight.”
“You’re not sleeping in my bed!”
He opened the door to her private quarters. “Yes, I am.”
She ran after him, praying she hadn’t left underwear or any other equally embarrassing items lying around. “Garrett, really,” she pleaded. “You can sleep in any bed you want. Just not mine.”
He sank down on the side of her bed and bounced a couple of times, as if testing the mattress. “I prefer this one,” he said, and stood, pulling his sweater over his head.
Ali stared, unable to tear her gaze away from the oh-so-sexy chest he’d exposed. Who’d’ve thought? she thought, as heat crawled up her neck, threatening her air. She’d been pressed against his chest the night before when they’d kissed, but they had both had on jackets, which had done a heck of a job of concealing what proved to be a wonderfully muscled and toned body.
“You win,” she managed to say, and darted for the adjoining bath. “Just let me get my stuff.”
She grabbed her pajamas and toothbrush and hustled back out, careful to keep her gaze fixed straight ahead, fearing he’d stripped completely while she was out of the room. In the doorway, she groped blindly behind her for the knob, to pull the door closed behind her.
“Ali?”
She stopped, but didn’t dare turn around. “What?”
“Since you enjoyed kissing me so much, I thought you’d want to sleep with me, too.”
Setting her jaw, she slapped a hand against the wall switch, turning off the light, and yanked the door closed behind her.
She wasn’t sure, but she’d swear she heard him laughing as she stalked to the den.
Score one for the home team, Garrett thought, chuckling, as he climbed into bed. Judging by Ali’s fast exit following his comment about her sleeping with him, it appeared he’d succeeded in getting even with her for the hard time she’d given him over his run-in with the law and Officer Wilhelm.
He punched up his pillow and lay back, wondering where she would sleep. There were plenty of empty beds to choose from, including the one he’d slept in prior to claiming hers. He’d blamed his inability to sleep on the sagging mattress, which was what had started the whole where-will-Garrett-sleep debate. But Garrett’s sleeplessness wasn’t due to a sagging bed.
It was due to the Vista’s innkeeper.
His smile faded. He hadn’t intended for it to happen, had done everything within his power to prevent it, but it was true.
Ali Moran had gotten under his skin.
It had started with the stories she’d told him of her past and his growing suspicion that she was more victim than enemy, and had quickly escalated to a physical attraction that grew stronger each day he spent with her.
He dragged his pillow over his face to smother a groan. What the hell was he going to do now? he asked himself in frustration. He’d arrived in Austin prepared to despise her, ruin her if necessary, and now all he could think about was sleeping with her? She was his stepmother’s daughter, for God’s sake!
He could handle this, he told himself. It was simply a matter of refocusing his goals, keeping a respectable distance from her.
He drew in a deep breath, telling himself he could do this. He’d maintained his objectivity in tougher situations.
He was immediately proved wrong. That one breath had filled his senses with her scent, evoking images of her. Lying in this very bed. The two of them together. Her nude body wrapped around his like a vine.
Groaning, he rolled to his stomach and buried his face in the pillow.
“Focus,” he told himself sternly. “Just focus on the damn goal.”
He’d call his lawyer tomorrow, he promised himself. Find out if Tom had discovered who owned the Vista yet. Knowledge was power and power was what he needed to keep the scales weighted on his side…and hopefully his mind focused on his goal and not on the Vista’s innkeeper.
Ali tiptoed into her bedroom and cautiously approached the bed. She really didn’t want to wake Garrett—or be in the same room with him after the crack he’d made about her sleeping with him—but she preferred both to calling the police.
At the side of the bed, she leaned to touch his shoulder. The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the mattress and Garrett was straddling her, his fist reared back, like he was going to slug her.
“Garrett! It’s me! Ali!”
He blinked, then rolled off her, swearing. “Dammit, Ali! Don’t ever slip up on me like that again.”
Eyeing him warily, she dragged herself up to a sitting position. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
He twisted around to switch on the bedside lamp, then slumped back against the headboard, scowling. “Sorry,” he muttered, then glanced over at her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“N-no. Scared me plenty, though.” Realizing the skill and strength required to accomplish a move like the one he’d just performed, she asked, “Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Self-defense class.” His scowl deepened. “When your life has been threatened as many times as mine, you take what precautions you can.”
“Threatened?” she repeated.
“Yes, threatened.” He slanted her a look. “Why were you sneaking around in my room, anyway?”
“I’d remind you it’s my room, but we’ve got more pressing matters to worry about.”
“Like what?”
“Like the men outside.”
He shot up from the bed and ran to peer out the window.
The sight of him standing there in nothing but black silk boxer shorts was almost enough to make her forget about the men she’d seen skulking around outside.
Almost.
“You can’t see them from there,” she told him. “They’re out front. On the street side of the rock wall.”
He dove across the bed for the lamp and switched it off, plunging the room into darkness.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
He clapped a hand over her mouth. “Shh,” he whispered. “We don’t want them to know we’re awake.”
She shoved his hand away. “Why not?”
“If they think we’re asleep and unaware of their presence, hopefully they’ll stay where they are and wait for daylight before approaching the house.”
“But I thought you didn’t want them here?” she said in confusion.
“I don’t.” He dropped his elbows to his knees and his head to his hands. “We’ve got to think of a way to get out of here without them seeing us.”
“We? As in you and me?” She