Tangled Pursuit by Lindsay McKenna Page A

sure scares the hell out of me.”
    “You’re afraid you’ll fall in love with Wyatt.”
    There it was. Tal closed her eyes for a moment, feeling those wild emotions flying around inside her chest and lower body. “He’s an onion.”
    “Oh dear . . . like Brian. And you. Mom always said you were an onion.”
    “Yes. Lots of depth, layers. He’s interesting . . . fascinating, really . . .”
    “You love onion people.”
    “They never bore me.”
    “Spoken like a true Capricorn. You know, people of that zodiac sign make the best therapists. They’re analytical, they don’t jump to conclusions, and they have such wonderful hearts.”
    “Well, what I’d like to do is jump into bed with him,” Tal, surprised, heard herself admitting.
    “That’s your risk-taking Sagittarius moon speaking, Tal. Jump first, ask questions later.”
    Tal hitched one shoulder. “I find myself wishing I was that free, wild little girl growing up during our summers in Kuşadası. I loved the wildness in my heart . . . in my soul.”
    “And as you grew up, Capricorn that you are, you took on the responsibility you were asked to carry. And somewhere along the line, that little wild child with a Sagittarius moon got tucked away.” Alexa pursed her full lips, thinking. Her eyes sparkled. “Tell me something. Does Wyatt trigger that wild, natural little girl in you again? Do you want to be spontaneous? Throw caution to the wind?”
    “Yes, he does. I found myself just wanting to throw away my officer’s status, chuck my duties, and live in the moment like he always seems to do.”
    “And so you’re in a massive emotional tug-of-war between your logic, your responsible self, and that little wild young woman within you who wants to jump into his arms.”
    “You’ve got that right.”
    Alexa nodded and smiled. “As a moon in Pisces, I’m the idealist, the romantic, and the dreamer. My sun is in Scorpio, so I need a partner, Tal. I’m so emotional and I have so many feelings bubbling up within me that I have to talk it out, show it, or I feel like I’ll explode. But listen, this isn’t about me. We need to focus on you.”
    “I don’t know what to do. I feel so torn up. Scared. Giddy, like you said. Up. Down. It’s awful.”
    “But Wyatt really likes you, Tal. I know you think all he’s after is sex and a romp in bed, but I really felt such caring coming from him toward you. That doesn’t happen when a dude just wants sex, believe me. When you started choking yesterday, he was genuinely concerned. You didn’t see the look in his eyes, the fear in them. But I did. He was right there with you, all the way. That isn’t a guy who wants a woman just for sex. I see a lot more there, and I think you ought to give him a chance.”
    “In or out of bed?”
    Alexa grinned. “Is that a serious question? How long has it been for you?”
    Groaning, Tal held up her hands. “I’m embarrassed to say. Far too long. Let’s leave it at that, okay?”
    “Then make love, enjoy it, enjoy Wyatt, and talk afterward.” Her gold-and-green eyes gleamed as she smiled. “Or talk between love sessions. I’m sure you’ll have more than a few orgasms, if it’s been that long.”
    “I can always rely on you for pep talks. You missed your calling, sis. You should have a ‘Dear Alexa’ blog where you counsel the lost, the hurt, and the falling in love.”
    Alexa rubbed her hands together. “Hah! Well, given my wealth of experience, I’d be good at it. Maybe I should look into writing a blog for the lovelorn . . .”
    “Alexa, right now we have more serious fish to fry, like getting ready to work for Artemis.”
    “I know, I was just teasing,” Alexa said, standing up and reaching for her tray. “So? Are you seeing Wyatt today?”
    Tal replied, “Yes, actually,” and told her about the medical flight to the Afghan village for the day.
    “Be sure, when you get back here, to go out for dinner with him. Order pizza and beer, and get him to