Explosive Memories by Sherri Thomas Read Free Book Online

loved the feel of his naked body next to hers.
    Jordan shook off the recollection. Traveling down memory lane wasn’t a road she wanted to visit, but had a feeling in the next few minutes, the choice wouldn’t be hers.
    “Key.” He stopped at her cabin, holding out his hand.
    “It’s not locked.” She stepped past him, opened the screen and interior door before entering the living room. The sound of the latch clicking shut echoed in the silence.
    Trent raised a hand to his hair and frowned.
    Taking a guess at what he was looking for she commented, “Your hat’s at the house.”
    His hot gaze shot through her as he stormed to the sink and splashed water on his face. Tan hands braced on the edge of the white counter as he bowed his head. His muscular back flexed with the movements.
    Why was he distraught? He wasn’t the one facing the firing squad. Or had he somehow found out…
    Does he know?
    Feeling a bit too warm, she pulled at the collar of her shirt.
    “Why a fake name?” His voice filled the room, but he kept his back toward her as he stared out the window. “It’s not like we ended things on a bad note. And why didn’t Darcy tell me I knew her best friend?” He turned around.
    Being face to face, staring him in the eye, she wasn’t sure how to explain or how much she needed to explain. “I don’t make a habit of giving people a rundown of my past.”
    “I got the impression you and Darcy are close?”
    “We are.” Her hands turned cold, and she clasped them together. “And not once had you mentioned your last name.”
    “Neither had you. Not to mention you lied about your first.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Back there in the kitchen, why’d you pretend we were strangers?”
    Straightening her spine, she countered his question, “Why’d you go along with it?”
    His low voice captivated her, as did the small scar along his jaw and slow swagger as he started across the room. The years dropped away…
    Jordan remembered being nervous the day her and her friend, Rachelle, attended that party a couple of hours from home. The afternoon sun blazed hot, and she hadn’t known anyone there. Someone handed her a beer, and the alcohol felt good going down her parched throat. After drinking the courage in a bottle, she found herself letting loose and dancing in the back of a white pickup truck until a sexy cowboy helped her down and into his arms. When Rachelle had wanted to leave so they wouldn’t miss curfew, she wasn’t ready to go. Choosing to disobey her parents, yet again, she stayed at the party with Trent. Someone who let her be herself. Someone who made her feel special.
    But if I’d been home at curfew, I could’ve saved my parents.
    “Why’d you tell me your name was Lynn?”
    His low voice and breath on her face brought her back to the present. Jordan fought the urge to step back, holding her ground while her knees wobbled, threatening to give out. She wanted nothing more than to stay composed and not be affected by him, but her body defied all reasoning and leaned forward, inhaling his spicy, animal mixed scent.
    Irritation flared, and she met his glare with annoyance. “It’s my middle name. Jordan Lynn Reece. As for using it, I didn’t know you from Adam.”
    The corner of his mouth tilted up and his eyes darkened. “But we got acquainted real quick.”
    “As much as you can in the span of twelve hours.”
    “I memorized every inch of your body, every sound you made…every whimper.”
    She stumbled back and held up a hand. “Don’t.”
    Trent’s gaze shifted to her mouth. His warm palm caressed the side of her cheek. “Why the charade?”
    Her heartbeat sped up at his contact. “I didn’t think you’d remember me.” She cringed at the admission. Damn him and his closeness, and damn her loosened tongue.
    His hand slipped to the nape of her neck and massaged the tight muscles. Fighting the urge to moan, she held herself rigid, refusing to let him see how he