Aegis Security 02 - Sinful Surrender by Elisabeth Naughton Read Free Book Online

through his silky hair for the thousandth time and sighed. Her hands slid down his neck to his right shoulder and the weird, puckered scar all along the top of his back. She hadn’t noticed it earlier, but now she couldn’t help but wonder where he’d gotten it and what it was from.
    Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to find out tonight. He clearly wasn’t having the same insomnia problem. After all, she’d made him rock her world three—no, four—different times before she’d let him fall asleep. The guy had to be exhausted. But she didn’t want to wake him with her restlessness, so carefully, she eased out from under him, snagged his shirt from the floor, then tugged the door closed behind her as she buttoned the garment and moved into the living room.
    A light snow was falling outside, catching in the lights off the balcony of her room and the ones that overlooked the slopes. Her fingers hesitated over a button on the shirt as his words echoed in her head—words from last night.
    “Come with me, Gracie. I want to hear you let go.”
    For a moment, her heart rate ticked up, then she frowned and pushed the stupid worry aside. She’d obviously made that up in her head, afraid she’d given herself away in the middle of one of her sex-crazed moments. But she knew she hadn’t. She was sure of it. For all Brian knew, she was Samara, winged fruit of the stupid maple tree.
    Holly was the one who’d convinced Grace to use a fake name, and though Grace still wasn’t sure about that decision, her friend had been right that Vail would be a great place to get away and regroup. Grace felt better than she had in days. Slowly, her gaze slid to her guitar in the corner of the room.
    As she stared at the instrument, notes came out of nowhere, pinged around in her head, and seemed to mesh together as if being written in air. Lyrics she’d been struggling with for days. Entire lines that had been hidden to her only hours ago. Excitement bursting inside her, she glanced quickly around, spotted her notebook, and grabbed it before she lost the thread.
    Humming the bars in her head first, she softly strummed them on her guitar so she wouldn’t wake Brian, then furiously scribbled in her notebook. She wrote fast, afraid the notes would disappear into the ether. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but before she knew it, she was staring down at two complete songs—the last two in her contract she’d been struggling with—chicken scratched in her blue-checked notebook like they’d been there the entire time.
    Awe slithered through her. Holly had been right again. A little hot sex had done wonders for Grace’s creativity.
    And the songs weren’t just there . They were good . Really good. Probably the best music she’d written in…forever. Far better than what she’d written before.
    She glanced toward the closed bedroom door, wanting, needing to tell Brian what she’d just done, but he was still sound asleep, his soft snoring echoing through the door. Biting her lip, she thought of him naked in her room, thought about going in there and thanking him properly for his help. But then she remembered the way he’d collapsed against her after their last bought of adventurous sex, and she knew she couldn’t wake him. He wouldn’t understand her enthusiasm and probably wouldn’t care. And common sense also screamed she couldn’t share what she’d done when he thought she wrote back-cover copy for romance novels
    Lordy. She blew the hair out of her eyes. That lie had been a bright idea, hadn’t it? Her gaze shot back to the music. But she couldn’t contain her excitement either. She had to tell someone . And the only other person she wanted to share the news with was an hour ahead of her, and that meant—she glanced toward the clock on the wall—it was still only 5:00 a.m. in Nashville.
    She bit her lip, debated. Finally decided, screw it . Five a.m. was close enough to morning.
    She reached for her cell, dialed, and