Breathless Temptation [Texas Stallions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page A

paranoid.
    Maybe Warren meant for her to be abandoned on the side of the road, where he could easily get to her. She didn’t want to believe that he had done something to her car, something that would leave her injured and in a hospital, but at the same time, the sick, twisted fucker could not to be trusted. I have every right to be paranoid.
    A sudden knock came to her door, and her heart raced with alarm. Had Warren already found her? It was possible. If he had been following her and listening to the police radio, he could have easily honed right in on her whereabouts. Twisting her fingers around the blanket, she fearfully waited for the unknown person to enter.
    The door edged open slowly, and the dark-brown eyes of a stranger peered through. With hesitation, the brawny, brown-haired law-enforcement officer stepped into her room. His neatly pressed, light-tan uniform clung to his muscular body. She sighed, more than relieved that it wasn’t Warren.
    Then as she took in his entire appearance, her heart did a funny little flip, matching the same reaction in her belly. The soft stare of his eyes made her swallow hard. She quickly studied his strong, powerful posture and felt overpowering warmth fill her soul. There was something unique about the man standing in her room and the solitary quality made her wonder how a man could stop her dead in her track with just a glance.
    Shaking the strange feelings from her mind, she glanced down at the white hospital sheet covering her legs, and silently prayed she didn’t look like hell.
    “Ms. Devero?” his deep, soothing voice called out to her.
    “Yes, I’m Delilah Devero.”
    His eyes filled with relief when she told him her name, and a warm, inviting smile pulled at his lips. “My name is Sheriff Clay Garrett. I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”
    She let out a throaty chuckle. “I don’t know if you could say I’m doing well considering I’ve just had a car accident.”
    He nodded. “You’re alive. I’d say that’s doing pretty well. When the paramedics took you from me you weren’t breathing at all. I wasn’t sure how I would find you today.” His smile widened. “I’m glad to see that it’s alive and awake.”
    She smiled shyly. “So you’re the one who found me?”
    “Hunter Boyd, the rancher whose fence you destroyed, found you. I was just the one who performed CPR on you until the paramedics showed up.”
    She folded her hands in her lap. “Well, I guess I owe Mr. Boyd an apology. I have every intention of paying to have the fence replaced, and I guess I also owe you a very big thank you.”
    Arching a brow, he told her in an authoritative voice, “You can thank me by not driving so fast on dark country roads or driving too fast period.”
    She felt like saluting him. “Right,” she said, glancing down at her hands, thinking back on her previous thoughts and concerns. “I might have been speeding just a little, but the crashing part had more to do with my brakes not working.”
    He stepped closer, standing just to the side of her bed. His eyes scanned over her with heavy concentration. “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk with you about. When I looked up the information on your car, I noticed you just bought it a few months ago. Did you notice any problems with the braking system then?”
    I knew it. There was something wrong with my brakes. Why else would he be asking me this? “No, my car’s been perfect. When I started my road trip, I did notice that the brakes felt soft, but I was in too much of a hurry to worry about it.” She twisted her hands together, feeling the pull of her anger and apprehension flood through her.
    Had her brakes been faulty, or had someone tampered with them? Was that why he was staring at her as if she were on trial?
    Sheriff Garrett pulled out a notepad and pen. “Has anyone worked on your car recently?”
    She shook her head. “No. Why are you asking me this? What’s going on?”
    He closed his