Her Man in Manhattan

TWENTY-TWO



The club encompassed a city block with a dance floor, live DJ and a seating area for private parties at the back. Despite the fact it was a Sunday night and many of them had work in the morning, it was packed with a hip Manhattan crowd of twenty-to-thirty-somethings.

Miranda was at the bar with Crystal. She’d bought the first drink to sip while she tried to calm down. When it had the same medicinal effect associated with a stiff brandy she ordered another. The numbness that set in with her third was more welcome than any of the little umbrellas lined up side by side would ever know.

There were four of them now, not counting the one in her glass. They were pretty. She’d decided to see how many colours she could collect.

‘You know what really bugs me?’ she yelled over the music. ‘By allowing me to throw myself at him like some kind of desperate woman he made me feel needy. I don’t do needy. If I was needy I’d sleep with every guy who showed an interest in me.’ She waved a limp-wristed hand in the general direction of the man hovering nearby. ‘Like that guy over there. He’s cute and he’s been smiling at me for the last ten minutes.’

‘He’s the bartender and you’ve been tipping him the price of your drink every time you buy one,’ Crystal said dryly while attempting to take the cocktail glass from her. ‘I think that’s enough alcohol for you, young lady. You never could hold your liquor.’

When Miranda moved the glass out of her reach some of the liquid splashed over her hand. ‘If you weren’t trying to take it off me, I wouldn’t be spilling it.’ She scowled. To solve the problem she downed the colourful contents. ‘I love this song. Let’s dance. I want to dance.’

‘We should probably get you home—or to my place for coffee. Coffee would be good.’

‘I don’t want coffee and I’m not going home. I want to have fun.’ When the screen of her cell phone flashed on the bar beside the empty glass she picked it up and squinted at the caller ID. ‘Ugh, he just can’t take a hint, can he?’

‘He won’t be happy when he finds you like this.’

Miranda rejected the call with a flourish and set her phone down. ‘I don’t care.’

‘Yes, you do. That’s half the problem.’

‘He doesn’t care. He’s only spending time with me because it’s his job.’

‘And there’s the other half...’

She blinked. ‘Is there something wrong with me?’

‘Of course there’s not,’ Crystal said with conviction. ‘You’re a beautiful, sexy woman. Any guy would want you. Have a glass of water.’

‘I thought he wanted me as much as I want him. I mean, when he kisses me—wow—and when he touches me—boom! Fireworks, y’know what I mean? He makes me. So. Hot. But does he follow through, even when he has permission to...’ she made speech marks in the air with her fingers ‘...do whatever he needs to do to keep me out of trouble?’ She rocked back and announced, ‘He’s a tease. I didn’t think guys did that.’

‘Who knew?’ Her best friend nudged the glass a little closer. ‘Take a sip, it’s very refreshing.’

‘It should not be this hard to get laid. Do you know I don’t even know what an orgasm feels like with company?’

The comment earned a somewhat blurry-around-the-edges expression of interest. ‘I did not know that. And it’s a conversation we’ll be having when you’re sober. One little sip for Auntie Crystal, there’s a good girl...’

‘I bet when he gives a girl an orgasm it knocks her socks off. Not that I’m likely to find out any time soon. No toe-curling bliss on the horizon for me. Being the mayor’s daughter is like wearing a giant chastity belt.’

‘Would you prefer fizzy water?’

‘And what the hell was he thinking taking me home to meet his family?’ She swallowed the lump in her throat. ‘They’re wonderful. Did I tell you how wonderful they are?’

‘About a half-dozen times...’

‘Can I get you ladies another drink?’ a voice said beside them.

Crystal smiled sweetly. ‘I’ll give you twenty bucks to shake your cute little cocktail shaker elsewhere.’

‘They’re exactly the kind of family I’d like to have some day,’ Miranda continued. ‘I love the whole meeting-up-for-Sunday-lunch thing.’ She sat a little straighter. ‘But we’re not a couple. I don’t want to fall in love with him.’

‘Are you?’

‘Am I what?’

‘Falling in love with him...?’

‘No!’ she replied vehemently before taking a beat. ‘Maybe... I don’t know... I don’t want to be.’

‘How come?’

The tears she’d been battling since she left the ferry terminal threatened to break free, forcing her to take several deep breaths before she replied. ‘Because then I’d belong to him and I’d really like him to belong to me for a little while.’ She flicked her hair over her shoulder. ‘I don’t want to talk about this any more. It’s depressing. If you love me, you’ll dance with me.’

‘I do and I would.’ Crystal glanced over her shoulder. ‘But I have a sneaking suspicion you’re about to be carried out of here...’

Miranda twisted around, lifted her gaze and frowned. ‘Go away, Tyler. I don’t like you.’

His gaze shifted. ‘How much has she had?’

‘Too much,’ Crystal replied. ‘Not that it takes much to begin with—she’s always been a cheap date that way. I’ve been trying to get her to go home for the last half hour.’

‘I’ll take it from here.’

‘Go easy on her. She’s hurting for a reason.’

‘I know.’

Miranda shook her head in disbelief and regretted it the second the room began to spin. ‘That’s it—go right ahead and talk about me like I’m not here. Start making decisions for me and you’ll both be like everyone else in my life who doesn’t give a crap about how I feel.’ She raised her arm high above her head and waggled her fingers. ‘Hey, cute guy, drink me!’

‘You’ve reached your limit,’ Tyler said firmly as he lifted her cell phone and took her elbow. ‘And you’re gonna apologize to Crystal for that in the morning. Thanks for the heads up on her location.’

The last part made Miranda gasp. ‘You sent for him? How could you?’ Taught her not to leave her cell phone on the bar when she went to the restroom, didn’t it?

At least Crystal had the decency to look apologetic. ‘Because it’s not me that you need to be talking to right now and you’d never forgive yourself if you made it into the papers this close to Election Day.’

‘Up you get,’ Tyler ordered.

‘I’m not leaving.’

‘Yes, you are.’

‘Make me.’

‘Okay.’

When he bent down and tossed her effortlessly over her shoulder, Miranda struggled. ‘Put me down!’

‘Bye, Crystal.’

‘Bye, Tyler.’

‘Stop him!’ she yelled at the bouncer on the door before hiccupping. ‘I’m being kidnapped!’

‘No, she’s not.’ Tyler simply rearranged her weight to flash his shield. ‘NYPD.’

‘Isn’t that the mayor’s daughter?’ the bouncer asked.

‘She’s one of those lookalikes,’ Tyler said as he walked away. ‘Been conning free drinks all over town...’

‘Put me down!’ Miranda repeated while she was carried down the sidewalk. ‘Women hate it when guys do this.’

He muttered a reply that sounded as if it included the words ‘worked for’ and ‘Brannigan’ and ‘when he did’ before raising his voice to inform her, ‘You’re gonna have the hangover from hell in the morning.’

‘Why should you care?’ she asked his broad back.

‘The thought I might scares the life out of you, doesn’t it?’

She lifted her chin. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You’re a flight risk. I knew that at the start. What I didn’t know was why.’

‘But you think you do now?’

His head nodded against her flank. ‘This is what you do when things get too much—you run away to find solace in having fun. Up till now it’s been the life you didn’t want and how claustrophobic you felt. This time it’s me.’

Miranda spluttered, ‘Arrogant much?’

‘This isn’t you. You’re more than this.’

‘You don’t know me.’

He took a deep breath she felt against her legs. ‘You’re an amazing woman with the potential to do equally amazing things with her life. Is this how you’re gonna deal with your problems when you’re forty? Whether you like it or not I do care so when you’re ready to talk about what’s bothering you let me know.’

‘I already tried that,’ she said in a smaller voice.

‘No, you didn’t. You ran away.’

The truth silenced her while he set her on her feet. Swaying a little she pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. Damn him for being so big and strong and bulletproof. She hated that he could make her feel so small and weak and vulnerable. She didn’t want to fall for him.

It would be so much simpler if she wasn’t.

When her lower lip trembled she bit down on it.

The pad of a thumb stilled the movement. ‘Don’t do that. You’ll make it bleed.’

The husky edge to his voice twisted her heart into a tight little ball. She didn’t want tenderness from him. Not if he was going to take it with him when he left. ‘You’re looking at me the way I don’t like again,’ she complained.

He shouldn’t make promises with his eyes he wasn’t prepared to keep. But what was worse was how it made her feel. At the beginning he excited her—he still did—but along the way he also surprised and challenged her, making her re-evaluate her life and what she wanted from it. She would do it—she would give up her freedom to be with him.

She would give up everything.

How had he made her feel that way in just a few weeks?

His thumb brushed across her cheek before he dropped his hand to his side. ‘Let’s get you home.’

Miranda allowed him to move her around so he could open the door and help her inside. She gazed at his profile as he leaned in to click her seat belt into place, saw him glance at her from the corner of his eye and wished she knew what to say. How was she supposed to tell him what she’d felt when he kissed her—lost and found, hopeful and hopeless, joyous and afraid? It was so many things at once.

It felt as if she belonged in his arms. But he’d had an opportunity to correct her when she said neither of them wanted to make a commitment and he hadn’t. It wasn’t his fault she’d discovered she wanted something more. The thought of her life without him in it sucked. When she’d thought he was only spending time with her because he had to the ground dropped out from under her feet.

It had hurt. So. Much.

She hauled in a ragged breath and blinked when her vision blurred. As she did long fingers closed around the hand in her lap and she lowered her chin, watching as she turned her palm into his. She loved holding his hand but if she had one wish it would be to hear him laugh again so she could take the time to appreciate the sound. She’d waited so long to hear it. What if it never happened again?

If they just had a little more time...

‘Will you tell me the rest of the sentence?’ she asked in the same small voice as before.

Tyler didn’t need an explanation, the deep rumble of his voice washing over her in a soothing caress. ‘He said to do whatever I had to do to keep you safe because you don’t know how vulnerable you are in the spotlight.’

‘That’s not true.’ She attempted to smile through her tears. ‘I’ve always been vulnerable in the spotlight. I used to get stage fright. Threw up every time I had to appear in public—got reminded of it when we went to lunch today. I was scared people would find me lacking in any one of a dozen different ways. Not smart enough, funny enough, pretty enough or dressed well enough. It’s why I took the part in the play during senior year in high school. I figured if I tackled my confidence issues head on...’

When her voice trailed off he squeezed her hand. ‘People love you within minutes of meeting you. I’ve watched it happen.’

‘They don’t have to spend much time with me.’

‘Well, there is that.’

Miranda chuckled, hiccupped and then sniffled before leaning back against the headrest. She didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep until she was being carried up the stairs of the mansion in a much more romantic position. Snuggling closer to his neck, she took a long breath of Tyler-scented air and sighed contentedly. This she could definitely learn to live with. Being protected from the world wasn’t so bad the way he did it. He even took her shoes off and tucked her into bed.

When he disappeared without saying anything she tried to lift her heavy head to see where he’d gone. Then the mattress dipped beside her, a fingertip brushed her hair off her forehead and he was leaning over her.

Looking deep into his eyes, she tried to remember what her life was like before he walked into it. Considering it hadn’t been that long ago, it shouldn’t have been difficult, but all she knew was how alone she’d felt without him, how overly defensive she’d been when she discovered he was her bodyguard, how much she’d loved their little adventures and that she owed him an apology for knocking him on his ass. She couldn’t believe she’d been angry enough to hit him.

What must he think of her?

‘Why do you put up with me?’ she asked.

‘You’re cute when you’re drunk.’

‘I’m more trouble than I’m worth.’

‘We’ll debate that one another time.’ He trailed his fingers along her cheek and watched the movement with one of his more intense gazes. ‘Go back to sleep.’

‘Stay with me?’ she whispered. It was a loaded request but she couldn’t stop herself making it.

‘I can’t. Even if we weren’t in the mayor’s house, I had to leave a stake-out to come rescue you.’ He drew in a long, measured breath and slowly exhaled. ‘I gotta go back. There’s something I have to do. If it doesn’t turn out so great...’ He frowned before looking into her eyes. ‘Just remember if I had a choice, things would be different.’

Miranda smiled sadly. It felt like a goodbye.

She didn’t want him to go.

‘Don’t forget that,’ he insisted.

‘I won’t,’ she promised.

His gaze roamed over her face before he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. ‘Go back to sleep.’

Miranda ran her palm up over his chest. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I?’

He smiled the crooked smile she loved so much. ‘You fired me, remember?’

‘You’re rehired.’

‘Go to sleep.’

Stretching upwards, she wound her arm around his neck and lifted her chin. ‘I’m not sleepy any more.’

Tyler sighed heavily, his voice laced with regret. ‘I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.’

Something cold and metallic snapped around her wrist.

Miranda twisted her head on the pillow so she could see what he was doing. ‘What is that?’

The restraint was unyielding as he closed a second loop around one of the iron rungs on her bedstead.

‘If you’d fallen asleep I wouldn’t have to do this.’ He got to his feet. ‘Water’s beside you. I don’t have any aspirin or I’d leave that, too. You’re gonna need it when you wake up.’ He bent over and lifted a washbowl off the floor to wave it at her. ‘You can use this if you need to be sick or feel the call of nature.’

‘It’s an antique.’

‘Then you better not break it.’

The outrage she felt was the equivalent of downing a dozen cups of espresso, the effects of the alcohol wearing off pretty damn fast as he walked away.

‘You can’t leave me like this.’ She lowered her voice to snap, ‘Tyler!’

‘I’ll leave the key for Grace. She’s usually in before everyone else.’

And then he was gone.

Flumping back onto the pillow, she lifted her chin to glare at the handcuffs and rattled stainless steel against iron. How was she supposed to explain that in the morning?

She was going to kill him the next time she saw him.