Roberts, Sarah - Action Hero Junkie [Movieland] (BookStrand Publishing Romance) Read Online Free

sat down on the arm of the big stuffed chair that was kind of angled at the side of the sofa. She combed her fingers through her damp, naturally wavy hair.
    He shook his head. “Someone has to keep watch.”
    “I usually stay up for a few hours after I get home. I’ll take first watch .” I’ll take first watch? How dumb is that? Mia shook her head at herself. “I’ll wake you when I get sleepy.”
    He got a slow, sexy grin. “Thanks.” He sat up and swiveled his body, putting his bare foot down to the floor. The beach towel pulled open, and Mia got a real nice glimpse of thick, corded thigh. She was still processing that when he stood up and walked past her. Her eyes widened at sight of the nice flare of flank and butt. “Uh—”
    “What?” He stopped and turned. The bulge behind the beach towel was about at her eye level. That close, it looked a little bigger than it had before.
    Mia looked up quickly, up the long, long length of his abs and chest and pecs. God, what shoulders! When her gaze collided with his electric eyes, she felt a spear of heat sear right down to her toes. “Your gun—” Mia swallowed and tried again. She flapped a hand. “Your gun. You should—should take it with you.”
    He shook his head. “I must be more tired than I thought. Thanks.” He brushed past her again and bent over. Mia closed her eyes then snapped them open again just as he straightened with the gun in his hand. He padded past her a second time, and her head acted like one of those bobblehead toys. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his hard-as-steel ass. He didn’t look back as he walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Mia bent way over the chair arm, craning her neck. Wait. My bedroom! Mia snapped upright, nearly giving herself whiplash. Visions of tangled sheets and hot sex careened madly through her head. She snorted at herself. Like, ri-ight. “Get a grip!”
    Mia didn’t remember hitting the TV remote. She didn’t really remember what she watched. When she started yawning, she turned off the TV. Then she crept down the hallway to her bedroom.
    As she eased the bedroom door open, she wondered what he would do. Actually, she wondered if he would shoot her, but that was really just a tiny thought in the back of her mind. She was too busy hyperventilating, in lust, as she tiptoed over to her bed. “Hey, soldier boy.”
    She got no response. She just heard a heavy snore. Well, damn. Disappointment didn’t begin to cover it. In the dark, she walked to the bathroom and fumbled inside the open door to flip on the overhead. A bar of yellow light fell across the bed. She crossed back across the floor to look down at the man lying under the bedclothes on her bed.
    He looked dead to the world. There were dark circles under his closed eyes, and now that his face was relaxed, she could see lines of fatigue that she hadn’t noticed earlier. All of her lustful inclinations poofed out of existence.
    Mia picked up his wrist, her fingers pressed on his pulse. Under her fingertips, she could feel the rapidity of his heartbeat. She frowned down at him. She was a little concerned. He had lost some blood, no doubt about it. His shirt and undershirt had been stiff with it. She laid the back of her hand against his forehead. She could feel the hectic heat of fever. “This is so not good.”
    She gnawed on her lip, thinking about her options. He hadn’t wanted to go to a hospital. There had to be a doozey of a reason for that. Again, the words “psycho” and “escaped convict” sprang to mind. She shook her head, telling herself again to get a grip. She had no reason to think he was either one. Not really, anyway.
    Well, I’ll watch him. If he gets too bad, I’ll call EMS .
    If that happened, there would, of course, be awkward questions that she couldn’t answer. But she guessed that would be better than trying to dump a dead body. It wasn’t like she could call 1-800-BODY2GO.
    Mia checked the bandage on his upper