Shelter in a Soldier's Arms by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online Page B

assistant took the pile of clothes from Ashley and set them on the dresser. She maneuvered the other woman back under the covers and pulled up the blankets.
    “Don’t think about anything,” Brenda instructed her. “Just sleep and get better.”
    “But I have to get my daughter dressed and take her to school. Then—”
    Brenda cut her off with a quick shake of her head. “You don’t have to do a darned thing. Maggie has been fed and dressed. I’m dropping her off at her preschool on my way to the office. Maggie’s sitter, one of her teachers from school, is going to look after her after school at her place.” She paused as if going through a mental list before continuing. “Oh, and a note taker will go to class for you today, so you don’t have to worry about that, either.” She turned to Jeff and beamed. “I think that’s everything.”
    Ashley looked stunned. Jeff winked at her. “I know Brenda can be a little overwhelming, but that’s why I hired her. Get the best people possible to do the job.”
    Brenda looked at him. “Then I have just two words to say to you. Field work.”
    It was an old argument. “I have just one word in response. No. I’d miss you in the office and your husband would kill me.”
    She glared at him before stomping out of the room. Jeff returned his attention to Ashley. “She’s convinced she would make a great spy. I suspect she’s right, but she’s late in starting her training and I doubt her family would approve.”
    Ashley looked confused, as if she was having a difficult time following the conversation. Before she could respond, Maggie burst into the room. The little girl was dressed in purple jeans with a matching purple-and-white sweater. Tiny clips held her hair off of her face. She grinned at Jeff before racing to her mother.
    “Mommy, Mommy, Brenda came and cooked me breakfast. We had waffles and I ate a whole one. Then we got me dressed and now I’m going to school in her car. She’s got a dog named Muffin and maybe when you feel better we can go visit them.”
    “A whole waffle. I’m impressed.” Ashley raised up on one elbow to study her daughter. “Are you all right?” she asked. “Did you sleep well?”
    Maggie laughed. “Mommy, I’m fine.” She gave her a quick hug, then dashed out of the room.
    Ashley lowered herself back onto the bed. “Thanks for taking care of her. And of me. You’re being very nice.”
    “No one has ever accused me of that before.”
    “Probably because you didn’t give them reason.” Her eyes fluttered closed.
    Her skin looked soft and smooth. He had an instant vision of touching her cheek, then her mouth. The image was so real, his fingertips burned. Suddenly uncomfortable, he took a step back and tried to figure out what to say.
    “I’ll be at the office all day,” he told her. “Will you be all right by yourself?”
    “Sure. I just need to rest a little more.”
    “The kitchen is well stocked. Take whatever you’d like.” He set a business card on the nightstand. “Here’s my number, in case you need it.”
    She nodded slowly, her eyes drifting closed. He knew the exact moment she found sleep. For a second he thought about giving in and touching her cheek
    just to see if it was as soft as it looked. But he didn’t. Men like him didn’t have physical contact with women like her. Men like him remembered they weren’t the same as everyone else. And if he tried to forget, the dream was a constant reminder.
    *
    Ashley rolled over and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand: 7:01
    a.m. She blinked. As in the morning? She sat up with a hastiness that made her head spin. Morning? That wasn’t possible. She last remembered it being seven-thirty in the morning. Had she really slept around the clock?
    She threw back the covers and slid to her feet. Aside from a little lightheadedness that was probably due to not eating in thirty-six hours, she felt a whole lot better than she had before. But all thoughts of