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Close Contact. Lori Foster
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isbn 9781474080101
Автор произведения Lori Foster
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
Miles soaked that in. So she still wanted their approval, did she? Just not enough to disregard her grandma’s wishes. “Do you think your sister would tell him where you are?”
“Who knows what Harlow might do? She’s annoyed enough with me to want payback.”
“So she knows you two split?”
“Yeah. She couldn’t believe I’d end a relationship over one ‘indiscretion.’ She thought I should give him another chance.”
“Bullshit.”
“My thought exactly. But if she did tell him, he hasn’t shown up here.”
“Or,” Miles said with emphasis, “maybe he’s shown up and you just don’t know it.”
She toyed with her braid while considering it. “Gary isn’t the type to be a stalker.”
“You never know.” Miles flexed his hands on the wheel. “Describe him to me.”
Wary now, she said, “You’re not going to do anything crazy, are you?”
“If you’re asking if I’ll demolish him, that’s not my plan.”
“Doesn’t sound like you’re ruling it out, though.”
Being honest, Miles said, “If I find him lurking around here or doing anything shady to scare you, yeah, you can bet your sweet ass I’ll take him apart.”
She stared at him in awe, then grinned. “My sweet ass, huh?”
“Your ass is very sweet.” He cocked a brow and prompted, “Description?”
Biting her lip to keep the grin at bay, Maxi gave it quick thought. “Hmm, let’s see. He’s twenty-eight. Close to six feet tall. Light brown hair, blue eyes. Trim.” She turned to glance out the window, then did a quick double take. “Wow, the sky’s getting dark.”
Miles bent to peer up through the windshield. “Well, hell. A storm’s rolling in.”
“We need the rain, but I’d rather it hold off another day or two.”
He parked in the driveway and, hurrying now, went around to the back to open the storage area. He noticed Maxi standing there, staring at the front door.
He didn’t see anything amiss but asked anyway. “Something wrong?”
“Just thinking about unlocking it for you.”
Yet she didn’t move. Miles’s heart softened. “Come here, Maxi.”
Feet dragging, she headed his way. “What?”
“Carry this.” He took the keys from her, then gave her his duffel and overnight bag. They weren’t heavy, but they required both her hands. “I can get the door.” He wouldn’t mention her nervousness; they’d said enough on it. Going forward, he’d try to ensure she didn’t have to mention it.
Loading his own arms with grocery bags, he said, “Come on.”
Together, they made multiple trips until all the groceries were in the kitchen and all the security supplies were unloaded on the dining room table.
They’d just finished carrying bags of the old food out to the big bin when the sky opened up in a great deluge. The cats must have known it was coming, because Miles didn’t see a single one. Grabbing Maxi’s hand, he raced for the front porch while the stinging rain pounded onto them.
Maxi laughed as she slipped and almost went down. Barely breaking stride, he scooped her up in his arms and bounded up the steps. Because they were soaked, he stopped outside the door and let her slide down his body. Lightning cut through the bloated black clouds. Thunder shook the foundation.
Steam rose between them.
Miles watched as rain dripped down her body, her top plastered to her breasts.
The chill drew her nipples tight.
Well, hell. If he didn’t find a distraction fast, he was a goner and he knew it. He glanced around the yard and found inspiration. “The cats are conspicuously absent.”
Blinking at the intrusion of that nonsense comment, she looked down and tugged her top away from her body. “They’re probably in the barn.”
“Hopefully.” Already puddles formed around her yard. “It’s going to be muddy.”
She nodded. “If this doesn’t let up, we’re going to get soaked again when we feed them dinner.”
We. He liked sharing that responsibility with her. Normally he’d have offered to take care of it while she stayed warm and dry.
Knowing how she’d react to that, he kept the offer to himself.
Lightning crashed again, making her jump. “Wow, that was close.”
“It’ll probably blow over, but yeah, we should get inside.” He opened the door and urged her in. “Towels?”
“I’ll grab them.” After stepping out of her sandals, she ducked into the main floor bathroom and grabbed two large white towels, handing one to him. They dried off the best they could.
Without thinking about it, Miles pulled off his sodden T-shirt, walked back out to the porch and wrung it out. When he turned to step back in, he found Maxi staring at him, her dark eyes consuming, her body tense in sexual awareness.
God, the things she did to him.
For a few heartbeats, neither of them moved. Slowly Miles came in, closing and locking the door behind him.
She cleared her throat. “I need to change.” Again, her gaze flickered to his chest.
“Me, too.” Ignoring the sparks, he gestured to the steps. “We can go up and grab your clothes first.”
Though she nodded, she didn’t yet move, and she didn’t take her rapt attention off his abs. Miles could almost see her mental struggle.
Oh, yeah, she wanted him.
He wouldn’t have to wait long to get what he wanted in return.
Finally, with a low sound of regret, she rushed past him.
Hiding his grin, Miles followed her up.
In her bedroom, she said, “If you don’t mind, I’ll just change in the closet.”
“Suit yourself.” He couldn’t sit, not with his jeans wet, so he walked to the window to glance out. The rain hadn’t slowed yet. He turned back to see that she’d gone into the closet, but hadn’t completely closed the door.
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