And she’d given up her scholarships and stayed in town to raise her thirteen-year-old sister.

“So, talk about a blast from the past, huh?” he asked in that low, sort of gravelly voice that used to make her squirm in her seat.

Yes, but since that past, she’d found her guts and courage, and now her tongue behaved, never tripping her up at the sight of a cute guy.

“Married with kids?” he asked.

“No.”

He smiled. “Not feeling that big three-oh breathing down your neck?”

“No.” For most of the time they’d ever spent together, she’d either wanted to kill him or have his babies. Apparently that was still the case. God, she’d been so young, and very naive, and she hated that reminder. If he’d so much as quirked a smile in her direction, she’d have done anything he wanted. Luckily, he’d never known the power he’d held, and she was no longer that girl. Nope, she was a twenty-nine-year-old woman, who absolutely did not want to think about his smile, and the way it still activated all her good parts.

It’d taken a long time, but painful experience by painful experience, she’d toughened up, learned to speak up for what she wanted. Mostly, she’d also learned that things worked out much better when both parties were enamored.

Not that that had happened in a while. After a series of missteps in the man department, mostly due to her own inability to fully connect to someone because when she was so busy with Cece, she’d decided to try something new and had gone off men altogether. Cristina had joined her for a while, but then she’d done the unthinkable and fallen in love with Dustin.

Leaving Lizzy alone on her penis embargo.

Well, not completely alone. Her sister had far more reasons than anyone to give up on men, as she’d just about tried the entire male species, at least all the wild ones anyway. She looked at Jason. “Definitely not feeling the big three-oh breathing down my neck.” Her life was just beginning, actually. “Do you know where Dustin is?”

“I don’t.” He stepped toward her, the light from the lamp bathing him in a soft glow that only emphasized the gorgeousness up close and personal. She tried not to stare at him and failed.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

The closer he got, the harder it was for her to breathe, so no. No, she wasn’t okay.

Not by a long shot.

Her legs had turned to overcooked noodles at first sight of him and, despite her resolve, her brain had gone to mush. She could tell herself she’d gotten over him a damn long time ago, but the truth was, if he so much as crooked his pinkie finger in her direction, she was going to regress to that pathetic teenager she’d once been, and melt in a little puddle of longing at his feet.

Lord, this would be so much easier if he’d put some clothes on-

The wind cracked, and with it came an ear splitting thunk that shook the house and removed her from her lustful reverie, causing her to jump nearly right out of her skin.

“Just the trees along the side of the house,” he murmured, turning his head to look out the window. “Which should have been trimmed.” He turned on another light, and…and her brain stuttered to a halt as her eyes ate him up. It was like an opened bag of chips, she couldn’t stop herself.

“It’s getting bad out there,” he said, shifting back to her, his gaze searching her face. “Are you okay?” he repeated.

Oh, man. Man, oh, man. He’d changed, too. He was far quieter, far more intense.

And the most devastating-kind. When had that happened?

She came up to his shoulder. Which meant that her face was right at pec level, and now there was so much light…Don’t look, she ordered herself. Don’t-

She looked. And when her gaze dropped, so did her IQ. She couldn’t help it, he was just so perfectly made.

He put a finger under her chin and lifted it up. Right. He’d asked her a question. Was she okay? A question that brought her firmly back to the present. And the present was looking tricky. No Dustin meant no SUV, and no SUV meant she’d have to go it alone, and that wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m fine. I’m just worried about Cece. It’s probably nothing but I just want to go check on her.”

“Cece,” he said. “Your sister? Troublemaker Cece?”

He remembered. Damn. He was hot and sharp, which just didn’t seem like a fair distribution of gifts. “She called me last night at work. She said she was fine, no contractions or anything, but now I can’t get a hold of her, and-”

His eyes widened. “She’s pregnant?”

“Yes. And her cell phone is off. I’m thinking she evacuated, that it’s okay, I just need to get a damn life,” she said with a self-conscious laugh. “She’s growing up and moving on, and I need to do the same, but I just can’t go to higher ground and relax until I’m sure.” Because a very small part of her couldn’t trust her sister to do it, even though she should be able to.

It was asinine. “I can’t get to Eastside in my car. I was hoping to borrow Dustin’s SUV.”

“Okay.” Jason shoved his fingers through his hair and let out a breath, the movement of his arms stretching and flexing all sorts of muscles that pretty much made her mouth dry up. “Where’s her husband?”

“There is no husband. The father of her baby ran so fast her head is still spinning. I’d really hoped to find Dustin here.”

“I’ll have to do.”

In truth, he looked a lot like his much kinder, gentler brother. He had dark hair, cut military short. Like Dustin, he had light gray steely eyes that she knew could be warm and playful, or cut like steel.

But unlike Dustin, Jason had an edge, which had only sharpened over time, from his intense gaze to his physique, honed by the military.

“I have a Jeep,” he said. “I’ll take you to her.”

“You?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He considered her a moment, bemused as he ran a hand down his stubbled jaw. “Because you need a ride?” At her obvious surprise he shook his head. “Jesus, was I that big of an ass?”

She didn’t want to go there. No way. “All I need is to borrow your Jeep.”

“Ah. So you don’t need me. Duly noted. But the Jeep and I are a package deal. Take it or leave it.” His smile was tight, and went tighter when her cell phone rang and she pounced on it rather than respond to him.

“Hey,” Cristina said. “How goes it?”

“I’m going to go check on Cece.”

“Not in this. We were all called in on emergency shifts it’s so bad out there.”

“I just want to make sure she got out.”

“Not by yourself.”

“Not exactly.” Lizzy glanced at Jason, who was standing where she’d left him, still gloriously half-naked, watching her. “I’ve got Jason.”

He smiled grimly, and nodded his approval of her choice.

“Dustin’s Jason?” Cristina asked, letting out a low whistle. “Nice. The guy’s a virtual search and rescue team all on his own. But…”

“But what?”

“He’s…had a rough few months.”

“He looks okay.”

He arched a brow in her direction.

More than okay…

“Honey, he looks hot,” Cristina corrected with characteristic bluntness and a laugh.

Feeling her face heat, Lizzy turned away from Jason’s probing eyes. “I don’t see how that’s pertinent.”

“Then you must have failed Chem 101. It’s too bad you have that whole penis embargo going. You going to be able to resist?”

Lizzy risked a look over her shoulder. Jason had leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. Calm and steady.

Look at him, so absolutely at ease in his own skin. She grounded her back teeth together. “Not a problem.”

Cristina laughed softly. “Yeah, good luck with that. Call me.”

“I will.” She slipped her phone into her pocket.

Jason remained silent, his feelings carefully shielded. She had no doubt that he’d be an incredible asset to her out there in the storm, but unfortunately, he was far too dangerous to her mental health. “I want to thank you for offering to help. I appreciate it, but I can do this alone.”

He shook his head, annoyance crossing his features. “You always were stubborn as a-”

“Hey.”

“-mule,” he finished sweetly. As if he was sweet!

“You just got in town,” she said, lifting her chin. “I don’t want to take up your time.” Or hers, staring at his half-naked bod…

He pushed away from the wall. “All I was doing was sleeping. You’re going to need help, Lizzy.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Really? So you know how to drive in weather like this, or how to cross a flooded street? How to get into a flooded building? How to get a pregnant woman out of a flooded building?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“I’m going with you.”

This was such a bad idea. “Jason-”

“The words are thank you.”

“Fine. Thank you.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” In the old days, he might have added a suggestive smile, a few teasing words, anything to make her blush or stammer or act like an idiot-which she’d done more times than she cared to remember.

But there was none of that now. No mockery. No triumph.

Nothing.

“You asked me if I was okay,” she said slowly. “But I feel like I should ask you. Are you-”

“Terrific.” He turned away as the house shuddered under the cruel weight of the wind. “Listen, if we’re going to do this, we should get moving.”

“You think it’s going to get worse?”

“Yeah, I do. They’re calling for two feet of rain.”

“But flooding? Here in Santa Rey?”

“Flash floods can happen anywhere. I should know, I’ve seen just about every one of them here in the U.S. in the past twelve years.” Once again he eyed her scrubs. “You’re not dressed for this.”

“No, I came from work. I’m a nurse in the E.R.”

“Why aren’t you a doctor?”

“Long story.”

“How about the Cliff’s Notes version?”

The Cliff’s Notes version was that the world had kicked her ass. Period. She could tell him so, but she didn’t like to admit it out loud. “It’s not important now.” Especially since she still had that dream out in front of her, starting this fall, when she’d enroll in UCLA medical school.

He looked as if maybe he wanted to press the issue, but in the end he simply said, “Do you have a medical bag with you? In case Cece’s in labor?”

“As of last night, she wasn’t, but yes, I do. In my car.”

“And food?”

“Maybe a protein bar or two. Why?”

“Because I’m starving.” He crouched before a large duffel bag on the floor, which he began rifling through.

She stared at the sleek, smooth muscles in his back, wondering what had happened in the military to erase the happy-go-lucky jock she’d once known. Back then she’d spent hours and hours going over all the what-ifs when it came to him. What if he noticed her? What if he realized she was the woman of his dreams?

What if…

She’d gotten a lot of mileage out of it all, especially in the deep dark of the night. But in the face of his calm, steady assertiveness, all those what-ifs seemed so very long ago and so very childish. She had only one what-if right now, and that was what if Cece wasn’t okay? “You’re really going to take me over there.”

“As opposed to sitting on my ass when I know you’re worried? Yes, Lizzy, I am.”

Okay, now she’d insulted him. Interesting that she could.

She really wished Dustin had been here, Dustin who was so easygoing and laid-back and sweet… “Cristina said your brother’s at work.”

“Then you really are stuck with me, aren’t you.” Rising with a pair of jeans in his hand, he settled his calm, quiet eyes on her as his long fingers pulled up the denim. The act seemed shockingly intimate.

Ridiculously so, given that he’d just been standing there in far less. The jeans were loose and clearly beloved old friends, sinking low on his hips as he began to button them up. Stopping halfway, he slid his hand inside to…adjust, and as she watched, she felt her face heat. “I’ll just…” What? She had no idea so she stood there like an idiot, tongue practically hanging out.

“You’ll…?”

“No idea,” she whispered, giving up.

Seeming amused as he finished buttoning, he gave her a glimpse of the younger Jason she’d once known.

Again the house shuddered, and she braced. The sound of the driving rain was relentless as he pulled a T-shirt on over that torso, which could have been on the cover of any fitness magazine. He added an old hooded sweatshirt to his ensemble, then crouched again to dig through his bag for socks.

Then he turned and eyed her scrubs.

She knew they were unflattering, not to mention wet from her dash from the car, and clinging to her. “Those won’t work,” he said, and tossed her some clothes. “These are dry.”