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Now You See Me. Kris Fletcher
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isbn 9781472016799
Автор произведения Kris Fletcher
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Superromance
Издательство HarperCollins
“Mrs. Brewster? Are you okay?”
“Fine.” Except she kept remembering the way he had looked when he first walked into the shop, before she knew who he was. And the way he grinned. And the slight suggestion in his voice when she told him to get in the truck and he said he liked a woman who took charge.
Most of all she kept feeling that touch on her back, over and over. Heat pooled low in her belly. Her skin prickled with awareness. Even without contact she felt him moving. Every hesitant footfall echoed through her, pulling her focus back to that spot where she could still feel him. And each time it replayed in her mind her breath came a little faster.
“You’re sure you’re okay? You sound like you’re hyperventilating or something.”
Hyperventilating? More like panting with excitement. All she had to do was turn around and he would be there.... It could happen. It would be so easy. In less than a heartbeat she could be running her hands up that chest, pulling his shirt up to feel hot flesh against her, around her, maybe even in her....
“Lydia?”
“I’m fine. Really.” At least she would be, if ever there was some light to break this spell. “Can you find the door?”
“Hang on. It’s a little stiff. One good shove should—there!”
With a grunt from him and a squeal from the hinges, the door gave way. Light poured back in. Lyddie squinted against the brightness and saw J.T. outside, hunting on the ground, then propping a rock against the door.
“There.” He brushed off his hands and stepped back inside. “Sorry about that. Caught me by surprise.”
He wasn’t the only one.
“It should stay open now, but if you’d rather go someplace else, I wouldn’t blame you.”
“No, I...” Oh, great. She was so befuddled from the hormone surge that she could barely remember why she’d brought him here. Was this how it felt to be a man, left temporarily brain-dead when the blood headed south?
Breathe, Lyddie. You are not some idiot teenager in the middle of her first infatuation, you’re a grown woman with an adult job in front of you. Get with the program.
“It’s hot in the sun. Let’s stay here.”
“You’re sure? I don’t dare offer you a seat. I didn’t expect it to be so dusty. It’s not the way I remembered it.”
For a moment she forgot about the sale. This was the first time he’d been in his father’s boathouse since Roy’s death. Probably the first time he’d been here in twenty-five years.
Her heart ached for him. She knew all about those firsts.
“I’m sorry. We can leave if you’d rather.”
He shrugged, but without any of the cockiness she’d noticed in their earlier encounters. “I had to come back sometime.”
That he did. And that, too, she understood, all too well.
“So what was on your mind?”
She dragged her gaze away from his face—that way lay danger, which she could tell by the low current of warmth still humming through her when she looked at him—and focused on the patch of sunshine in the far corner.
“I called my lawyer today. I asked him to read over my lease and see if I had any rights of first refusal on the property.”
“You don’t. I already checked.”
Give the man credit. At least he wasn’t gloating.
“I know that now. Anyway, he let me in on another little item he thought I should know about.” She crossed her arms as the memory stabbed her once again. “He told me that all sales in the business zone must be approved by the planning board.”
“Right.”
“And that they would never let me buy just my building, because I share a parking lot with Patty’s Pizza.”
“You’re kidding.”
Another bonus point. He sounded truly, sincerely astonished by this news.
“Are you really surprised, or are you just a great actor?”
“You thought I knew?”
She turned to face him. Mistake. The swaggering jokester had disappeared, replaced by a sincerity that made her catch her breath. She had a feeling that she was seeing the real J. T. Delaney for the first time. And it was a damned intriguing sight.
She spoke carefully, uncertain how to proceed. “It’s your property. It would make sense that you would know.”
“I’ve looked at some of the papers, but not everything yet. I never had to know this before.”
That made sense. Damn.
“So I guess the price of my building has just jumped.”
He hesitated before nodding. “If this is true, then yeah. It will have to.”
Her throat tightened. She could have managed payments on her building alone. But hers and Patty’s? The possibility was looking slimmer by the minute.
“Let me guess. You just got off the phone when you ran into me in the parking lot.”
“Right in one.”
“That explains a lot.”
He was being way too understanding. Though maybe she could twist that logic for her own benefit. Maybe that overwhelming desire she’d felt when the lights went out had nothing to do with him. Maybe it was just a by-product of the frustration she’d felt, a kind of emotional leftover that misfired.
She risked another glance at him—strong arms, firm chest, a mouth that begged to be explored.
Nope. Not a leftover.
She sighed. “I need to get back.”
“Maybe we could—” He stopped abruptly, then ducked his head. “You’re right. We’d better go.”
They walked to the van in silence, which persisted through the drive back up River Road. Despite the circumstances, it was a surprisingly comfortable silence. Lyddie almost wished for the pure, hot anger she’d felt a few minutes earlier. That was a lot easier to understand than the mix of despair, hopelessness and residual lust still swirling inside her.
She pulled into the lot that was the source of this latest dilemma. They were sure to be spotted. If she acted like there was nothing to hide, maybe the gossips would go easy on her.
She reached for the door handle, then stopped. It had to be said. “J.T.?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry I dragged you off the way I did. That was wrong.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been expecting to get lynched ever since I walked back into town.”
That sounded more like the J. T. Delaney she knew. Especially when he slid out of the van, then poked his head back in to flash her that killer grin and added, “But if I’d known it was gonna happen in broad daylight with a pretty woman, I would have offered myself up a whole lot sooner.”
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