Fire and Ice (8 page)

Annika peered up at him. Her violet eyes were dark, intense. Her cheeks were flushed and her voice shook with uncertainty.

“Commander? You… you called me ‘Annika’. And ‘baby’… and… ‘Princess’.”

Sam huffed out a harsh laugh and gave an audible sigh.

“Yes, I did, didn’t I? See what happens when you scare a guy half to death? What do you think,
Princess
? Think you could give a guy a break now that he has outed himself and maybe call me Sam?”

She huddled against him. Her low murmur was barely audible.

“I did the other night, Sam. You just didn’t hear me.”

~~~

“You’ve been on this force fifteen years longer that I have, Sergeant. For that reason and that reason only, I’m putting you on disciplinary leave for ten days rather than firing your ass. In addition, I know Commander Carter here well enough to know that you’d be drinking your dinner through a straw for the next year if you were no longer a police officer. You’ve seen him in the ring. He’s not a guy you wanna piss off any more than you want to piss me off. We’ll wait until Chief Roberts returns to decide how long you’ll be on probation. And, Sergeant Baker, you better spend the next ten days figuring out why the hell you’ve been acting the way you have for the last six months. There better be some damn good reasons or my recommendation is that you start casing the malls to see if they need a night watchman. Now get the hell out of here.”

Nate stared at the doorway his face pinched with a thoughtful frown watching Baker’s retreating back. He dragged his hands through his unruly hair then turned to face Sam and Annika.

“Something’s going on with Baker. He didn’t used to be like this. He used to be a decent cop. Never a star, but steady. I thought he might be into booze or even drugs. Dan’s a friend of his. Told me Baker was having financial problems. Like a lot of the folks around here, he got hit in the housing crisis. Poor sap fell for that ‘no doc loan’ crap. Damn, you’d think a veteran cop would be smarter. Watching the ne’er do wells day after day, thinking they can get something for nothing. Dan also said that Garrett and his wife separated. But hell, half the force is either divorced or should be. Be sure you never marry a cop, Lieutenant.” He paused for a moment then his lips hitched up in a smile. “That is unless you
are
a cop—or a gorgeous firefighter.”

He shook his head, clearly still upset.

“I would apologize to you, Lieutenant, on Baker’s behalf, but you know how both Sam and I feel about what happened. You handled yourself well in a difficult situation. I’m impressed. I’m also glad Sam and I came along when we did.”

Annika stepped forward but before she could speak, Nate held up his hand and glared at her.

“I swear to God, Lieutenant, if the next words that come out of your mouth are that you had everything under control, I won’t only put you on probation, I’ll fire
your
ass!”

Annika shrugged and Sam saw the glimmer of a smile tugging at her lips.

“Then I guess I better not say what I was about to say.”

“No, Lieutenant, you better not.”

Nate folded his arms across his chest and glared at her, but his eyes were twinkling. “And don’t forget, you’re going out tonight with Erin and me. Tonight’s our big Friday night bash at the Pub.”

Annika startled. “I… I forgot about that, Detective. I know Erin wanted me to come but… it’s been a long day and I’m really not much for parties.”

Nate glared at her.

“So now you’re gonna play the ‘poor tired little woman’ card? The hell you are. Erin and I will pick you up at 8 o’clock. Be ready.”

“Is that an order, Detective?”

Nate shook his head, and his mouth tipped up in a genuine grin.

“Yes, Lieutenant, that is an order.
Christ
, woman. Does it require an order from your commanding officer to get you to come out for a night on the town?”

Annika flushed and looked down, avoiding Sam’s eyes.

“No. I guess not.”

“Good. Be ready at 8 o’clock sharp. And wear your dancing shoes and your shortest skirt.” He nodded at Sam. “Make this guy a little crazier than he already is.”

After the door closed behind her, Nate turned to Sam with an aggrieved look.

“Jesus, Sam, are you sure you’re up to her? Did you see her with those men? And after I kicked them out? Hell, I’ve had veteran officers twice her size shakin’ in their boots after a scare like that. Then when I give her an order, she just glares at me and says “Thank you very much but I’ll drive my own damn car.”

He shook his head in disbelief. When he saw Sam’s grin, he nodded.

“Okay, hotshot. I know you like a challenge. But for what it’s worth, my money is on the lieutenant.”

“So’s mine, Nate.”

Sam shoved down his uneasiness and faced Nate with more confidence than he truly felt.

“Call me crazy, but I think the Ice Princess is starting to crack. I’m betting she’s ready for a guy who’s not afraid to light a fire under her. Free the hot woman locked inside all that ice.” He shrugged. “Only problem I see is that she doesn’t know it yet.”

Nate considered him with narrowed eyes and a thoughtful frown.

“You’re on to something, hotshot. Erin said the same thing last night, I shit you not. Said if anyone could get to Annika, you could.”

“What more do I have to say, Nate? How many times have you told me that Erin is the smartest woman you know? I just hope she and I are both right.”

Nate heaved a heavy sigh and glanced at his watch.

“C’mon, hotshot. What do you say we get our asses down to the gym and get in the ring? I need about ten rounds with the best fighter I know to shake off this day. And from the look on
your
face, you could use twenty.”

Chapter 9

“All right, dammit! Nate says I’m supposed to wear my dancing shoes? Fine! How about these, Mr. Smart Ass Detective? And is this skirt short enough?”

Annika twirled in front of the mirror, and a tiny satisfied smile crept across her face. So what if it had only taken her two hours to decide what she was going to wear? The top of her bed, littered with every item of clothing she owned, testified to the task. But each time she’d lost her nerve her eyes landed on the short flared skirt and lacy cropped top she and Erin had spotted at the mall boutique. She would never have bought them except that Erin had shrieked and clapped her hands in delight when she saw them on Annika. And as she was learning, no one said no to Erin.

“Girl, that skirt was made for you. Damn, I thought my legs were great. But you give me serious competition. And, Annika, I swear until I saw that halter on you I wouldn’t have known you have a full cup size on me. Best news is you won’t even have to wear a bra. Now, honey, all we need is a pair of ‘fuck-me shoes’ to set off that skirt and you’ll be all set.”

Annika knew what Erin and even Nate was doing. They were setting her up for Sam. It was no secret how he looked at her. She’d heard all the guys talking about it, ribbing him. But he just blew them off. Didn’t seem to care who noticed. He followed her around with his eyes and didn’t look away when she caught him staring at her. No, she was the one who looked away, flustered at his open appraisal. The twinkle in his eyes and the slight curve of his lips were a giveaway. It was as though he were daring her. And his friends? Nate and Erin, and even Connor, were encouraging him. Making him think that he had a shot at her. What they didn’t know and weren’t likely to find out—until Sam told them—was that the hot-looking woman in the mirror truly was the Ice Princess everyone called her behind her back.

She’d earned that nickname in Jr. High School, and it stuck. At first she thought the boys were talking about her long white-gold hair and she liked that they thought she was a princess. If only. No, they meant she was a tease. Beautiful, but ice cold. As she got older, they got more explicit. They called her a cock tease. Leading on all the guys, then shutting them down when they came on to her. Only she wasn’t trying to lead them on. She couldn’t help the way she looked. Blonde, busty, and beautifully remote. What they didn’t see was her fear.

When she got to college she made a serious effort to break through her inhibitions. But long ago memories—abusive foster ‘dads’ groping her when she was too young to fight them off—kept her in her shell. Over time, she stopped pretending and accepted the fact that intimacy terrified her. She was meant to be alone. But her body didn’t get the message. Mother Nature won out. Maybe there was something about Swedish women after all. At a bachelorette party for one of her few friends, she ‘won’ a sex toy and it opened a whole new world to her. Soon she had a small collection of toys that became her best friends. Something about the naughtiness of them made them even more erotic. Best of all, they made men superfluous. Unnecessary.

~~~

Sam did his best to swallow the mouthful of beer without choking, but it was no use. It took Charlie pounding on his back to recover from the brew heading down the wrong pipe, and a full minute to get back to breathing without wheezing. He didn’t have to worry about making a scene. Nate had taken care of that. Leave it to the bad boy to enter with not one but two of the most stunning women who’d set foot in Regan’s Pub. The tall grinning show-stopper sauntered into the Pub with one arm around Erin and the other around Annika. The three of them were a sight to behold. Whistles, jeers and catcalls laced with flat out envy rocketed throughout the bar. There wasn’t a man or woman in the Pub—or the town for that matter, who didn’t know Nate. He was a local hero, and fast on his way to becoming a state and national star. Erin’s gentle presence had captured the admiration of the town folk, who’d watched her survive a grueling murder trial and win the heart of the baddest guy around. So naturally if anyone was going to make an entrance with his woman, it was Nate. He did that when he walked in by himself. Add one dark-haired goddess and a blonde one to match, and the response was deafening.

Charlie summed up the general reaction and put his own special spin on it. “Jesus Fucking Christ. Will you look at that? Damn, we all know that Erin is eye candy, but will ya look at the Ice Princess?”

As if realizing he’d said more than he intended Charlie reddened and gave Sam another slap on the back, this time coupled with an apology.

“Sorry, man. I know you got eyes for her—and who the hell can blame you? She may be the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. But Sam, you gotta know. If ever there was a living, breathing epitome of an Ice Princess, it’s the lieutenant. So fuckin’ gorgeous, she makes grown men cry. But cold as ice.”

The grimace on Nate’s face and the protective arm he threw around Annika’s shoulders telegraphed that Charlie’s crass observation had made it across the bar. Annika closed her eyes for a split second and dark patches of scarlet marked her cheeks. But she quickly recovered her composure. With a flip of her fingers she saluted Charlie and added an audacious wink, signaling that she’d heard what he said.

Brushing off Nate’s arm she strolled over to the burly, red-faced cop and leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Poking a finger at his chest, she warned in a husky voice, “Better watch out, Big Guy, or you’re not going to get to dance with me tonight.”

The roar of approval from the assembled gang confirmed that Annika had won that round.

Sam waited until all the others at their shared tables had a chance to crowd around the new arrivals, shouting one boisterous, off-color greeting after another. Nate and Erin got their share of attention, but the big attraction was unquestionably Annika. No fewer than a dozen hands went up offering to buy her a beer. Most were from the single guys but a few bold married men braved their wives’ ire and joined the stampede.

Annika laughed and reached up and pinched Charlie’ cheek.

“Nope. Charlie owes me big time. And I didn’t work in a bar for more years than I can count without knowing the good stuff. Hope you have lots of money Charlie, because I only go first class when it comes to booze.”

In the resounding laughter as Charlie good-naturedly signaled for the waitress, Sam came up behind her. He slipped his arm around her and let his hand rest on her belly several inches below her waist. Leaning down he said in a low murmur, “How about men? Do you only go first class with them, Princess?”

Annika’s full body shiver was his reward. As was the flush that started at her chest and made its way up her neck to her face. She hesitated then whispered, “I don’t know that I’ve ever had the opportunity—or the inclination.”

Sam chuckled. “Yet, Princess.”

Sam stepped back and leaned against the bar. For the next half hour he kept his distance and enjoyed watching her work the crowd of men that surrounded her. He wasn’t jealous or even concerned. If his raging cock had anything to say about it she’d be in his arms and in his bed before the night was over.

Annika seemed perfectly comfortable living up to her moniker. Like royalty she held court, showering attention on the men jockeying for her attention. Given that they were all cops or firefighters she was in her comfort zone. With a teasing remark or a soft demurral she focused on each of them until one got too close or made a presumptuous move. Then she turned to the next lucky guy. Her message was clear—especially to the man who planned to make love to her tonight. She was a Princess, for sure. But she wasn’t cold. She just wasn’t interested. At least, not in those other guys.

Every so often she’d sneak a glance his way, a muted question in her gaze. He just raised his glass and grinned at her, delighting in the flush that darkened her cheeks. She didn’t try to hide her annoyance. With a frown, she stiffened her shoulders and turned away. Her frustration added to his amusement, and to his arousal, which was getting damn near impossible to ignore. The tension between them was tangible. From the questioning looks of the men glancing from her to him, their ritual of faux avoidance wasn’t going unnoticed.

Although Annika refused every invitation to dance, Sam saw her tap her foot to the beat. The unconscious sway of her hips as the music heated up was enticing as hell. Glancing at his watch, he didn’t know how much longer he could keep his distance.