In The Still of the Night [The Protectors 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

it won’t be a one night stand,” he suggested.
    “This isn’t funny. Get out,” she shouted.
    He grinned and shook his head. “Not until I finish my coffee.”
    “Fine, finish your damn coffee then get out.” She stomped into the living room
    The nerve of the bastard. How dare he? She paced the room, waiting on him to finish his coffee and leave. She couldn’t settle down until he did. He came into the room, holding his coffee, and watched her pace. She stopped and glared at him.
    “Stop staring at me.”
    “There’s nothing else interesting to look at.” He took another sip of the coffee.
    “Why are you doing this?”
    “Because you are so riled up about nothing.”
    “Nothing! You bastard. Forget the coffee and get out. Go buy some coffee.” She pointed toward the door.
    He pursed his lips then set the coffee down on an end table and unlocked the door. He opened it and stopped.
    Without turning around, he said, “You need me for anything, ask Logan. He knows how to get in touch with me.”
    “Why would I ever need anything from you? Don’t worry. I’d as soon call Attila the Hun as call you for anything.” She stepped up and shut the door on him. Then she leaned against it and felt the first tear slide down her face.
    She refused to cry over him. He said it meant nothing. Nothing! She swallowed past the lump in her throat and stomped into the kitchen to do something. Anything but think of Riley. The phone rang, and she grabbed it like a lifesaver.
    “Hello.” Nothing.
    “Hello?” She fumed. “Look, whoever this is, stop harassing me. I’m not impressed.” She slammed down the phone.
    Seconds later, it rang again. She picked it up, intent on giving them a piece of her mind.
    “I don’t know who you are, but if you don’t stop calling me, I’m going to call the police.”
    “Jenna? Is that you?” Tina’s voice greeted her tirade.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I just got a prank phone call. I thought they were calling back.”
    “Are you okay? You sound odd.”
    “Yeah, just tired. I didn’t sleep well,” she said.
    “You should have after having three margaritas,” Tina answered.
    “What’s with everyone on what I had to drink? I wasn’t driving.”
    “Hey. I’m not criticizing. I just thought you would have slept well. Who said anything about it?”
    “Riley.”
    “Well, to hell with Riley. He’s been in a weird mood for the last few days,” Tina said.
    “Tell me about it. He’s done nothing but fuss at me.”
    “Well, forget about him. Why don’t you come over, and we’ll watch a movie.”
    “That sounds good to me. I’ll be over in an hour. I need to do some things first.”
    “I’ll look through my movies and pick out a couple for us to decide on when you get here. Do you think a love story or a comedy?”
    “Definitely a comedy. I’m not in the mood for a love story today.” That was an understatement, she thought.
    “Comedy it is. I’ll see you in a little while.”

Chapter Three

    “What do you mean you’re not ready to ride?” Morgan stood with his hands on his hips.
    “I’m going to stick around for a few more days,” Riley said.
    “What’s gotten into you lately? You’re the one that always wants to move on. I stick around, and you head out.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m not ready.”
    “It’s that Jenna broad, isn’t it?”
    “What do you mean?” Riley asked.
    “You’re stuck on her. You’ve been acting weird around her ever since I got here.”
    Riley wiped off the seat of his bike. “Naw. She rubs me the wrong way.”
    “She rubs you all right. She’s got you by the balls if you ask me.”
    “I’m not asking you.” Riley snapped.
    “Fine.” Morgan held up his hands and backed away. “I’m out of here. Give me a call if you decide you want to meet up somewhere.”
    “I’ll do that.” Riley continued running the towel over the chrome on the bike without looking at him.
    Morgan walked over to his bike and climbed on. Riley peered at