Still the One
by Jill Shalvis
a Military Romance
Berkley/NAL Publishing
About the book:
Darcy Stone is game for anything—except sexy Navy vet and
physical therapist AJ Colten, the guy who’d rejected her when she’d needed him
most. Now the shoe is on the other foot and he needs her to play nice and help
him secure grants for his patients. Unfortunately Darcy can’t refuse. She needs
the money to fund her passion project: rescuing S&R dogs and placing them
with emotionally wounded soldiers.
AJ admits it—Darcy is irresistible. But he’s already been
battle-scarred by a strong-willed, vivacious, adventurous woman like Darcy, and
he’s not making the same mistake twice—until he and Darcy are forced to fake a
relationship. Growing closer than they’d ever imagined possible, Darcy and AJ
have to ask themselves: how much between them is pretend? What’s the real
thing? And where does it go from here?
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Excerpt
“Ice the leg,” he said, and without waiting for a response,
headed toward Ronan.
Damn, the man had a way of moving, his body shifting with
barely sheathed loose-limbed power and grace, and both Darcy and Zoe watched
him go.
“He’s got such an edible butt,” Zoe whispered. “Do you
think he knows it?”
“I don’t think he cares.” Besides, his being hot didn’t
change the fact that he was a bigger problem for her than Johnny could even
think about being. Johnny was just an asshole. AJ was . . .
well, she wasn’t sure what. Dangerous as hell to her well-being, for starters.
“So why do you do it?” Zoe asked her.
Darcy tore her gaze away from AJ’s ass. “Do what?”
Zoe took her big sister status very seriously. But then
again, in spite of the fact that there was only a few years between them, Zoe
had always been more maternal toward Darcy than their actual mom ever had.
“Bait him,” Zoe said. “He’s great guy. He’s smart,
hardworking, self-made . . .”
“Maybe you should date him.”
Zoe laughed. “We’re not suited.”
“Because?” Darcy asked.
“Well . . . he’s a bit alpha.”
Yeah. Just a bit.
“We’d butt heads,” Zoe said. “But I’ve always thought that
maybe you two might . . .”
“A minute ago you were worried he might kill me.”
“Well, sleeping with him might go a long way toward making
sure he wouldn’t.”
Darcy snorted. “Go away, Z.”
“In a minute. He did so much for you after your accident.”
This was absolutely true. Darcy had had five surgeries, and
once she’d been okayed for physical therapy, AJ had taken over her care. He’d
been a drill sergeant but he’d also saved her life. She knew it. He knew it.
And wasn’t that just the problem. She hated knowing that
she hadn’t been able to save herself, that she’d needed help. “You’re right,”
she agreed softly. “He’s done a lot for me.”
“I mean look at you, Darce. You’re walking.”
A miracle. Darcy got that. She was grateful for that, so
very grateful he’d gotten her out of a wheelchair and onto her own feet again.
Sure, she’d never win a track meet and she was always going to be somewhat
unstable on her own two legs—especially the right one which still enjoyed
buckling on her at the worst of times—but yeah. AJ would forever be a hero for
what he’d done for her.
Which wasn’t to say she liked him.
In fact, during her PT she’d actually hated him. She’d
dreamed nightly about strangling him, drowning him . . .
Very satisfying dreams, too.
And if there’d been a few others, some that had involved a
different kind of altercation altogether between them, of the naked and sweaty
variety, well, those were her little secret.
Across the large room, past all the exercise equipment to
the mirrored wall, Ronan lay flat on his back now, working with a large rubber
band around his ankles, doing strengthening exercises.
On his knees at his side, AJ guided him, and wrong as it
might be, the sight of the two built guys working so hard together made her
pulse race just a little bit.
During a quick beat of rest for Ronan, AJ glanced over the
carved muscles of his shoulder to meet Darcy’s gaze.
She stopped breathing.
At her side, so did Zoe. “I just don’t get why you’re so
hard on him,” her sister said.
“Actually, I think you’ve got that backward.” He was hard on her.
Very hard.
And she resented that. It was almost as if he expected her
to soften her edges, to be something she wasn’t—like maybe one of those soft,
sweet, bendy yoga instructors he was fond of dating. But though Darcy was
working on herself, she was never going to be soft and sweet.
Or, thanks to her accident, bendy.
“Maybe you could just try a little bit harder to be
more . . . friendly,” Zoe suggested.
Darcy didn’t have words for what she felt for AJ, but she
was pretty sure “friendly” wasn’t going to make the list. And yet if AJ had
been there for Darcy in a huge way, so had Zoe. Always. So Darcy blew out a
breath and managed a smile for her sister. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll try.”
About the Author:
Jill Shalvis is a New
York Times and USA Today
bestseller. She has written more than four dozen romance novels and lives in
Nevada with her family.
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