up Linc’s contact info on her phone and sent a quick text. Hey, are you still okay to pick me up?
His reply came quickly. Yeah. I’m already here.
Her brows snapped down. Had she missed him? The station was slowly thinning out. Despite her brain’s commands to not look at the guy in the corner, she couldn’t help a furtive glance. He smiled at her then and something pulled low in her belly, making her ache.
Oh hell. She’d never been the one-night-stand type, but for that smile, she’d give it some serious considerations. Focus, Nomi. She turned her attention back to her phone. Where are you? What are you wearing?
The suggestive nature of the text didn’t hit her until she’d already hit send. Aww hell. She’d been home all of five minutes and she was already a hot mess.
He was slower to respond now. Dark jeans. Dark jacket. And I’m waving.
This time she looked up and her jaw went slack. Tall-dark-and-turns-good-girls-bad was waving.
Pushing off the wall, he sauntered over with one of those panty-dropping smiles. As he got closer, Nomi’s heart hammered faster and faster; she was certain she’d have a heart attack.
He paused just in front of her. “I guess you didn’t recognize me.”
Still slack jawed, she stared up at him and catalogued his face. His jade green eyes were dark and reminded her of the forest after a heavy rainfall. The cleft in the chin that had only been hinted at when they were kids was more defined. His angled jaw and chiseled cheekbones, combined with full sensual lips, meant Lincoln Porter had turned into a full-blown hottie.
Speak. Close your mouth, swallow and then find some intelligent words. The brain’s commands were sound, but all she managed was, “Linc?”
He chuckled. “Yeah.” He ran a hand over his hair. “It’s me. I guess I look a little different.”
“Understatement of the year.”
The smile was back. “How about we get out of here and get you settled?”
Nomi hadn’t recognized him. What the hell was he supposed to make of that? Okay, fair enough—the summer before college he’d added three inches to his frame and packed on some muscle finally when he’d started doing parkour. His mother always said he’d grow into his looks. But he never expected Nomi to walk right by him.
More dangerously, he wanted to know what she thought. He’d seen her appraising gaze as it slid over him, but from a distance it was hard to tell.
She swallowed hard. “Sorry. You just look so...” Her voice trailed, but even in the bad lighting of the station, he could see her pupils dilate. With her lips parted ever so slightly, he wanted to take her photograph.
Yeah, not gonna happen. The moment she found out he was Nolan Polk, she’d take what she needed and bolt. And he didn’t want to go through that again. “It’s good to see you, Nomi. You look good.”
She wore her hair in slim braids that hung down her back. Her smile, now, that was the same. Her lips naturally curved upward, making her look as if she was always on the verge of laughter or mischief. She hadn’t changed at all. Still slim, but her curves had filled in, making him itch to touch. Her cinnamon skin gleamed. And her wide, dark, almond-shaped eyes missed nothing.
She was still beautiful. And likely still hung up on Brad Lennox, so get your mind right, Linc.
He cleared his throat. “C’mon, let’s go get you settled.” She’d only packed a carry on so it was easy enough to take that from her and pull it along.
“Must we?” she mumbled under her breath.
Linc chuckled. Her acerbic wit was still intact. “I see you’re no more fond of this place than when you left it.”
Nomi shrugged. “I always knew you were astute.”
Oh yeah, she hadn’t changed. Problem was, he hadn’t changed either, so she still had the power to make him a little nervous. “So if you hate it so much, then what are you doing back here? At Christmastime no less. Surely someone else could have come. I seem to recall you saying you’d rather have your fingernails torn out.”
“Hey, the night is still young.” With a small laugh she added, “Hopefully, I’ll be in and out. If my career trajectory didn’t depend on it, I wouldn’t be here encroaching on your Christmas holiday.”
Once at his BMW, he unlocked and opened the passenger door for her, then deposited her bag in the trunk before sliding behind the wheel.
“You’re not encroaching, Nomi. I’m happy to help. And since you won’t be able to rent a car anywhere in a thirty-mile radius, I can take you anywhere you need to go.” This situation wasn’t ideal. The last thing he wanted her to do was find out he was Nolan Polk, at least until he was sure he could trust her. This way he could find out what she was really after.
She turned in her seat to study him. As her gaze slid over his face, he bit back the sudden compulsion to kiss her. She always had that unnerving way of looking at someone directly, clear to the soul.
“You seriously don’t need to do that. I can manage.”
“Independent to the bone. But be reasonable. You’ll need help. I’m offering.”
“I—” Nomi shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m looking for. You’d be signing up for what amounts to a wild-goose chase.”
There was no way he was letting her roam around asking questions. Not so much that he feared she’d actually find anything, but more that he wanted to keep her close. Maybe Jilly was right, and she was the same old Nomi, and he could trust her. But then maybe she cared more about her bottom line than anything else. The only way to know was to keep her close.
“Look, I get it. You like to do everything on your own. But help from a local can’t be a bad thing.”
“I don’t want to keep you from anything. I’d feel terrible. And it’s the holiday. I’m sure you have family obligations. A girlfriend. Somebody is going to need you. I got this.”
His breathing slowed. Did she just ask if he had a girlfriend? “Right now you need me. Family is fine and no girlfriend. Why can’t you just accept help?”
She ducked her head. “I guess I’ve never been very good at it. I’d rather count on myself.”
Only with a Herculean effort did he manage to keep his gaze from flickering to her chest. “Can’t have that, now, can we? Besides, my mother and Jilly would have my hide if I didn’t help you. You’re practically family.” Shit, way to put it out there.
She blinked, then again. “Uh, whatever the reason, I appreciate it. And any return favor, just name it.”
“Am I taking you to your parents’ house?”
She shook her head vehemently. “God,
