Be Still My Heart by Jackie Ivie Read Free Book Online

She could put his dental hygiene regimen to shame. Stuart blinked.
    “We’ve got eternity for that, Darling. We just have to be inside our suite before the sun comes up. Sunlight does awful things to us.”
    She just called me Darling. Me. Stuart Findlay. Resident nerd
. Stuart didn’t think he was still sitting. It felt more like floating. Nothing else sank in.
    “Awful?”
    She nodded, stood, and then he had to start talking like an idiot.
    “Well, I do get the most horrid rashes. Not to mention freckles. You don’t want to see a Findlay with freckles. And there’s the matter of UV rays. I always wear a pair of the strongest sunglasses to protect my sight.”
    “You’re not going to number these on your fingers again, are you?”
    He was just about to do that but stopped himself.
    “We’re checked through security, and I’ve got your passports ready.”
    It wasn’t the intercom this time. Her man was announcing it, as he opened the door and pulled a flight bag down from somewhere in the cabinet behind him.
    “He’s got my passport?” Stuart didn’t know why he asked. It was instantaneous reaction. And stupid.
    “Here you go…Mister Marvin Leon Ebonovski. That’s odd. We seem to be off on the height.”
    The man glanced up at Stuart as he handed him the passport. Stuart took it and looked at his picture smiling out at him bearing that ridiculous name. Apparently he hailed from Minnesota now. It also stated he was six foot three. He supposed he could stoop if required.
    “And here’s yours…Miss Mary Sue Grimshaw.”
    Stuart snorted. She glanced across and up at him as Vaughn pulled at the door.
    “You saying something with that look, Mr. Ebonovski?” she asked.
    “Not a chance, Miss Mary Sue. But just wait until we reach our suite. Then, I’m going to be saying plenty. I guarantee it.”
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    “Can I ask you another question, Mister Ebonovski?.”
    “Oh please.” Stuart pulled the passport out, glanced at it, and then re-inserted it into his breast pocket. “Call me Marvin.”
    He winked and watched her jerk in place. That pretty much got his world re-righted, especially as she tipped her glance away for the barest moment and he could’ve sworn a blush touched her cheeks. She looked young, unworldly, and innocent, which was insanity at its finest. Or he needed his glasses.
    “Very well…Marvin.”
    The way she said it made the name sexy and erotic, full of illicit meaning. It also got a lurch from his frame, damn her, anyway. She was ensconced on the opposite seat of a stretch limo, putting her well out of reach. He couldn’t move his eyes as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, giving him a spectacular view of lengthy limbs and shadowy recesses. The limo ride was too short for what his body ratcheted into desiring. Way too short.
    Perhaps they stocked his brand of Scotch. That would be a treat. Stuart scooted onto his haunches on the floor to search the liquor cabinet. Empty.
    “What are you craving?”
    A shiver went up his spine. He ignored it. He couldn’t answer anything about craving because it started and ended with her. Only her. His entire dream world was beginning to revolve around her. The certainty grew the longer they drove, with nothing to look at besides
her
. The ride was supposed to be forty minutes. Even in the pre-dawn, he could’ve looked out at the view, instead of the siren calling to him from the other side of the car. But no. They’d blocked the windows with black pleated shades, pulled down and locked into position. And behind that was black glass. He remembered that from when they’d entered it.
    This is ridiculous, Stuart
.
    “I’m looking for Scotch Whiskey. Glen-Livet if you have it,” he answered.
    “I don’t.”
    Stuart was back in his own seat, feeling the soft black leather seat curve about his frame, and ignoring how every bit of him seemed to click into awareness at her tone. He cleared his throat and tried for a nonchalant