Or an idiotic fool. Or…
“I’m fine.” He turned to face her, but he didn’t stop walking. “I want to make sure the barn is unlocked.”
Nell finally followed. “It is. I was out there earlier. I picked up the decorations in town this morning.”
“I figured that’s where you went. You left before I could offer to help.”
Nell couldn’t stand dancing around the subject of the night before one instant longer. “You didn’t go skiing today because you thought I might still need a baby-sitter,” she said, looking him straight in the eye.
He smiled slightly. “Substitute friend for baby-sitter, and you’d be right.”
Friend. There was that word again. Nell had used it herself last night. I’m glad we’re friends. If only she could convince herself that friendship was enough. That was not an easy thing to do when the very sight of this man made her heart beat harder, when the fabric of his turtleneck hugged the hard muscles of his shoulders and chest, clinging where she ached to run her hands and her mouth and…
And there was no doubt about it. She had it bad for a Navy SEAL who called himself Crash. She had it bad for a man who had cleanly divorced himself from all his emotions.
“I want to apologize,” she started to say, but he cut her off.
“You don’t need to.”
“But I want to.”
“All right. Apology accepted. Daisy called while you were out,” he said, changing the subject deftly. They walked around the now idling truck toward the outbuilding that Jake and Daisy jokingly called the barn.
But with its polished wood floors, one wall of windows that overlooked the mountains and another of mirrors that reflected the panoramic view, this “barn” wasn’t used to hold animals. Equipped with heating and central air conditioning, with a full kitchen attached to the ballroom-sized main room, it was no ordinary stable. Even the rough, exposed beams somehow managed to look elegant. The previous owners had used the place as a dance studio and exercise room.
Crash swung open the main doors. “Daisy said she and Jake were getting a room at a ski lodge, and that they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, probably on the late side.”
She and Crash would be alone in the house tonight. Nell turned away, afraid he would read her thoughts in her eyes. Not that it mattered particularly. He probably already knew what she was thinking—he had to be aware of what she wanted. She’d been far less than subtle over the past few weeks. But he didn’t want the same thing.
Friends, she reminded herself. Crash wanted them to be friends. Being friends was safe, and God forbid he should ever allow anything to shake him up emotionally.
Crash stepped to the side of the room, gently pulling Nell with him as three workmen carried one of the evergreen trees into the building.
She moved out of his grasp, but not because she didn’t want him to touch her. On the contrary. She liked the sensation of his hand on her arm too much. But she was afraid if she stood there like that, so close to him, it wouldn’t be long before she sank back so that she was leaning against him.
But friends didn’t do that.
Friends kept their distance.
And there was no need to embarrass herself in front of this man two days in a row.
Chapter 4
Crash held the stepladder while Nell positioned the angel on the top of one of the trees.
She’d brought a portable CD player into the barn, and Bing Crosby sang “White Christmas” over remarkably natural-sounding speakers. Nell sang along, right in Bing’s octave, her voice a low, throaty alto.
She looked out the window as she came down the ladder. The snow was still falling. “I can’t remember the last time it snowed for Christmas. Certainly not since I’ve lived in Virginia. And last year, I visited my parents in Florida. I was on the beach on Christmas Eve. The sand was white, but it just wasn’t the same.”
Crash was silent as he carried the stepladder to the last tree, as Nell removed the plastic wrapping from the final angel.
“You didn’t make it out here to the farm last Christmas, did you?”
“No.”
Nell glanced at him and he knew what she was looking for. She’d tossed him the conversational ball, and wanted him to run with it. She wanted him to tell her where he’d spent last Christmas.
He cleared his throat. “Last December, I was on a covert military op that is still so top secret, I can’t even tell you which hemisphere of the globe I was in.”
“Really?” Her eyes were wide. And very blue. Ocean blue. But not the stormy blue of the Atlantic, or even the turquoise of the Caribbean. Nell’s eyes were the pure blue of the South China Sea. In fact, there was a beach there that—He cut his thought off abruptly. What was he doing? Allowing himself to submerge in the depths of this woman’s eyes? That was insanity.
He turned away, making sure the stepladder was close enough to the tree. “Most of what I do, I can’t talk about. Not to anyone.”
“God, that must be really tough—considering the way you love to run off at the mouth.”
She’d caught him off guard, and he laughed. “Yeah, well…What can I say?”
“Exactly.” Nell paused on the rung of the ladder that brought them eye to eye. “Actually, I shouldn’t be making jokes. It’s probably really hard for you, isn’t it?”
Malaysia. The beach was in Malaysia, and the ocean had been an impossibly perfect shade of blue. He’d sat there in the sand for hours, drinking it in, watching the sunlight dance across the water.
“It’s my job,” he said quietly.
Unlike in Malaysia, Crash forced himself to look away.
He could feel her gazing at him for several long moments before continuing on up the stepladder. She set the angel on the top branch of the tree, carefully adjusting its halo.
“I know that part of what Jake does has to do with these…covert ops you’re sent on. Although…they were called something else, weren’t they? Black ops?”
Crash waited several beats before speaking. “How do you know about that?”
Something in his voice must have been different, because she glanced down at him. “Uh-oh. I wasn’t supposed to know, was I? Now you’re going to have to kill me, right?”
He didn’t laugh at her joke. “Technically, your having access to that information is a breach of security. I need to know what you saw or heard, to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
She slowly came back down the ladder. “You’re serious.”
“There are only five—now six—people in the world who know I work covert ops for Admiral Robinson,” Crash
