Free Pin Down (Men out of Uniform Book 1) by Kaily Hart Page B

deep.
    “Yeah.” He swallowed, turned away and headed for the
bathroom. “Not like this.”
    Lexi sat up, still shaky, and wrapped her arms around her
drawn-up knees. What the hell was she doing?
    Before she’d had a chance to even come up with something
remotely rational, he was back and he’d pulled on a loose pair of workout pants
from the bag he’d brought in earlier. Her mouth went dry. Man, commando plus
loose pants equaled a beautiful thing.
    “Lexi, this…between us… It’s sex, okay? We have hot, mind-blowing
sex, and yeah, it’d be cool to stay with you but… I’m in town for exactly three
more days. That’s it. I’m not looking for anything more.”
    She lifted her chin, tried a smile. “Yeah, yeah I’ve seen
that movie. Guy gets his rocks off for a few days, takes off never to be seen
or heard from again.” She shrugged. “Works for me, okay?”
    It did? Then why did her stomach feel as if she’d just
jumped off a cliff?
    He leaned against the doorframe, crossed his arms over his
massive chest. “You sure?”
    God. A bad boy who was a nice guy. Who knew such a thing
existed? And in such an incredible package?
    “Yeah. Absolutely.”
    Lexi was mid smile and wild, dirty thought when her phone
beeped from the living room.
    Just like that reality—sharp and raw and chilling—returned
in a rush. She bit her bottom lip so hard she almost winced when it beeped
again.
    “Are you in some kind of trouble, Lexi?” Nash asked.
    His gaze was fixed on her, steady and sharp and Lexi closed
her eyes for a second, as much to shut out his focused stare as it was to hide
her own thoughts. “No.”
    The phone beeped again. She swallowed.
    “Lexi.”
    “It’s fine. It’s my problem.”
    Just like that his stance went from relaxed to full alert.
He straightened, dropped his arms and took a step toward the bed. “Define
‘problem’.”
    She rolled her eyes. She so didn’t need the
big-strong-man-coming-to-her-rescue routine again right now.
    “I’ve got it, Nash, okay?”
    He leaned in a little closer. “And you’ll tell me what the
fuck ‘ it ’ is. Right now.”
    Lexi’s stomach jerked at the intensity in his voice and for
the first time she saw a glimpse of just how dangerous he claimed he could be.
Well, crap. He was supposed to shrug it off, let it go. What did any of this
have to do with him, anyway? Anyone else she knew would have taken the clear
hint but the look in his eyes and the hard set of his jaw told her he wasn’t
going to.
    Great.
    She sighed. “It’s nothing. Really.”
    “Nothing doesn’t make you tense and pale each time you get a
fucking message. You’ll tell me and you’ll tell me now.”
    You’re not the boss of me.
    It was on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to say it.
Really bad. Who did he think he was?
    “Jesus,” she muttered instead. “Arrogant much?”
    He raised an eyebrow.
    She licked her lips. “I’ve been getting these…texts. That’s
all.”
    “Okay. What kind of texts?”
    She shrugged. “Stupid. Dumb. They’re…sexually explicit and…”
    Disturbing. Very, very disturbing.
    He frowned. “Who’s sending them?”
    She looked away from him. His gaze was too knowing,
too…intense. “See, that’s the thing. I don’t know. He’s sending them from a
blocked number.”
    “For how long?”
    “A couple of months.”
    It was more like four, but sometimes those four months
seemed like a lifetime.
    “How frequently?”
    She swallowed. The clipped, cold tone of his voice was
making her nervous. ”Often.”
    He frowned. “Lexi—”
    “Okay. Multiple times a day. And recently? Sometimes—sometimes
up to…ten times a day.”
    He was quiet, too quiet and Lexi raised her head to look at
him. His face was set in harsh lines.
    “How do you know it’s a ‘he’?”
    Nash hadn’t raised his voice but Lexi felt the quiet
intensity ramp up, a sharpening of a focus that made the hair on her forearms
stand on end.
    She cleared her throat.