Page 1 of Wild Rush Of Love
Prologue
Rush stood,white-knuckled fingers gripping the bar, thumbs hooked under the curved timber edge, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him.
He couldn’t remember what the hell he was supposed to be doing.
He’d pulled days of double shifts before and never had a problem concentrating on his job in spite of the long, exhausting hours on his feet.
Dammit.
He knew all too well what his problem was, he just didn’t want to admit it.
A curvy, five-foot-six-inch package of distraction had him so far off kilter he wasn’t sure which way was up anymore. And to top it off, that distraction was no longer here.
He couldn’t go for a walk and find her wandering the grounds enjoying the spring sunshine. Wouldn’t see her smiling face across the bar late at night.
Like every other guest who came to Winter Lake Lodge, her vacation had ended and she’d gone home.
She’d left, and he hadn’t thought to get her fucking phone number.
But he could get it. All he had to do was tap into the lodge’s reservation system…
Goddammit.
Scrubbing a hand down his face, he closed his eyes on a growl.
She’d been gone a week—seven days—and unlike every other woman he’d hooked up with over the fifteen years he’d worked at the lodge, he couldn’t get this one out of his head.
Sabreena Howe.
She wasn’t his type.
He went for older women, ones who’d been around the block a time or two. Ones who knew the score, knew all he offered was a tumble in the sack, mutual pleasure for a night—or the duration of their stay, if they were inclined—but nothing beyond sex. And he’d happily rolled from one bed to the next without a backward glance for years.
Until her.
Reena.
Different from the start with her fresh-faced innocence, smoking-hot body, and a complete lack of pretense, she’d drawn him in. Had him seeking her out when he wasn’t working and doing things he’d never done with any woman who’d sought his attention.
He should have known she’d get under his skin.
Christ. She hadn’t made the first move,hehad.
One more thing he’d never done before Reena.Fuck. He’d done a shit-ton of stuff that had never been on his radar.
Hiked up to the ridge for a picnic. Rowed a boat to the middle of the lake and floated around under the first rays of the morning sun. Held hands beneath the star-filled sky, talking until dawn peeked over the top of the mountains.
With Reena, it hadn’t been about sex.
Sure, he’d wanted in her pants. She was hot. He was male. Only way he wouldn’t want in her pants was if he swung the other way, and in the twenty years he’d been indulging in that particular pleasure, he hadn’t evenlookedthe other way.
They’d spent more time together clothed than not. In fact, he’d only gotten her clothes off once.
The night before she left.
And while there had been the passion and explosive chemistry he had expected, there’d been something different, something…more.
Something he couldn’t put his finger on…
