Free Her Man Flint by Jerri Drennen

He’ll be here this evening.”
    “What? Why?” She was in no mood to deal with an older version of Flint, not after the night she’d had. And where were they all going to sleep with only one bedroom. If Flint had some kinky idea that she’d go for a threesome, he’d better think again.
    “Uncle Robert is going to do some legwork that I can’t. He’s not wanted by the Denver police like I am. Anymore questions?” Flint graced her with the smug look she always hated.
    “Fine!” She ripped the donut out of his hand, and dunked it into her coffee.

    * * *

    Flint frowned at Adriana for the tenth time that day. She really got on his nerves. First, she completely trashed his uncle and his cabin, then had the nerve to gripe about not having anything to eat. Women. Who needed them?
    He picked up his jacket and left the cabin. He needed some fresh air and time away, or he was afraid he’d strangle her. He took the foot trail down to the stream where he and his uncle used to go fishing.
    Memories of those carefree days flooded him, a time when his uncle seemed larger than life. Robert Morgan was a real man, one who never let anyone or anything get in his way—a man Flint tried to emulate in his life and career. Robert had been the best-damned agent DNS ever had, and when he retired, he’d been sorely missed. Flint loved and admired him, and when Adriana had purposely cut him down, he resented it. She had no right to do that. Not when she didn’t even know him. But that was Adriana, always jumping to her own conclusions.
    Plopping down onto a huge rock, Flint listened as the water rippling over the stones in the stream and inhaled the fresh mountain air. A person could get used to such tranquility. Actually be happy here.
    He watched the fast-flowing stream, the water moving through it so crystal clear you could see fish swimming around. It’d been years since Flint had been here—years since he’d spent time with Robert. He’d been too busy at DNS and hadn’t seen much of him since he retired.
    Unfortunately, Robert’s visit wouldn’t be a pleasure trip, but Flint would be glad to see him again. He just hoped Adriana would try to be civil to him, though, he wouldn’t hold his breath.

    * * *

    Adriana clipped up her hair, and eased herself down into the water, moaning with pleasure as the warmth engulfed her body. This was definitely better than the shower she’d had the night before.
    She laid her head back and let her mind drift to the argument she and Flint had earlier that afternoon.
    It was obvious Flint loved his uncle, and the man could do no wrong in his eyes, but to jump down her throat because she thought his cabin’s décor was gaudy pushed the boundaries. Why did all men stick together? From what she’d seen so far, Robert Morgan had to be a playboy and had raised his nephew to be the same.
    Now she knew why Flint acted the way he did.
    She’d dozed off until she heard a creak. Her eyes flew to the door where a tall, dark-haired man with very intense gray eyes stood, his gaze locked on the water.
    He smiled wryly at her. “Well, hello there.”
    Adriana’s crossed her hands over her breasts and tried with little success to cover them.
    He continued to stare.
    Adriana swallowed hard. “Who are you?”
    He cocked an eyebrow as if to challenge her. “I was about to ask you that same question.”
    “Adriana.” She peered over the edge of the tub, looking for her towel. It was on the floor, just out of reach.
    “Of course, the fabled Adriana Kent. It’s a pleasure to finally meet. Flint has told me a lot about you.” He leaned his shoulder on the doorframe, quite content to stand there all day, if need be.
    “And you are?” She glanced at the towel again.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, straightening. “I just assumed you knew. Robert Morgan, at your service.”
    Adriana’s jaw dropped.

Chapter Ten

    Flint recognized the green Jaguar right away, and continued up the path to the cabin. He