Turning Point (The Kathleen Turner Series) by Tiffany Snow Read Free Book Online Page A

just eye candy, princess. Good catch.”
    I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the seat. Suddenly, I was exhausted.
    We came to a stop a short while later and I opened my eyes. We were in a parking lot. I looked around. It was a cheap motel in the middle of downtown Denver.
    “Don’t you know any nicer places?” I asked.
    “You’re too good for a place like this?”
    I shot him a look. “Absolutely.”
    Kade’s lips twisted as he turned off the engine and pocketed the keys. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    I waited while he rented a room, coming back with a key and grabbing our bags. Following him, I was relieved to see that he’d gotten a room with two beds, though I would have preferred separate rooms altogether.
    “Why are we sticking around?” I asked, sitting down on one of the beds.
    “I have a contact nearby,” Kade said, unbuttoning and shedding his torn shirt. “He may know more about what happened today.”
    My eyes widened as his hands moved to his belt. “What are you doing?”
    “Thought I’d grab a shower,” Kade said with a smirk. Care to join me?”
    I jerked my gaze away, ignoring him. I heard him chuckle softly before disappearing into the bathroom.
    I flopped back on the bed with a sigh, exhausted. My eyes slipped shut.

    It was darker in the room when I woke, and quiet. The sun must be setting, I thought drowsily. At some point, Kademust have covered me with a blanket, the cozy warmth of my cocoon making it difficult to fully awaken.
    My eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and I realized Kade was sitting in a chair by the window. He had dressed but neglected to button his shirt. He was drinking from one of the motel’s plastic cups, a bottle filled with an amber liquid at his elbow.
    I watched in silence as he lifted the cup to his lips. Condensation had formed on the plastic and a drop fell to land on his bare skin. He leaned back in the chair with a sigh.
    My gaze too avidly followed the droplet as it lazily trailed down his chest and disappeared under the denim waistband of his jeans.
    Kade’s still-damp hair curled gently over the collar of his shirt. He lifted the cup again. I watched the movement of his throat as he swallowed.
    When I looked up, I found his blue eyes staring intently at me. The pull between us was nearly tangible now in the quiet of the motel room.
    Kade set his drink down, got up, and crossed to the bed. Silently, he stretched out facing me, so close I could feel the faint brush of his breath against my cheek and smell the slight tang of soap from his shower.
    Reaching out, Kade combed his fingers gently through my hair, pushing it over my shoulder. His touch was soft against my jaw. Our eyes met and held.
    I grasped his hand in mine, pulling it away from my face and resting it between us.
    “Don’t,” I whispered.
    “Why not?” His thumb caressed the back of my hand, and my skin seemed to tingle from his touch.
    “You, me… us… isn’t going to happen.”
    His blue eyes seemed to see more than I wanted him to, but I couldn’t look away.
    “You know that, right?” I continued.
    “I know that you like me, you care about me, you’re attracted to me.”
    “But I love Blane.” The words fell out of my mouth without any forethought. Yet I knew they were true. Regardless of the attraction I felt or the strength of the temptation of Kade, I loved Blane.
    Kade’s eyes had turned cold. “Will you love him when he leaves you to head to Iraq?”
    “Do you think he’ll go?” I couldn’t keep the anguish from my voice.
    The hardness of Kade’s face softened, and I thought I detected a hint of pity when he said, “Probably.”

CHAPTER THREE
    I stood under the hot spray of the shower, Kade’s words echoing inside my head. I couldn’t pretend that the idea of Blane going back into the Navy didn’t terrify me. Not only for his safety, but for what that would mean for anything the future might hold for us.
    I remembered Adriana Waters—the