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large pair of mirrored aviators, and dangled a set of keys in the air. What are those? she asked, almost afraid to hear his answer. Beau leaned close, his warm breath on her neck and she shivered when he spoke. These are keys to your chariot. You mean that piece of shit Beetle in the driveway? He grinned. Is there any other? You re weird. But her tone was light and she turned before he could see the grin on her face and followed her father down the hall. You already said that. Truthfully, Betty Jo didn t care if anyone saw them. She didn t care if the freaking God of the Internet found them and zapped their pictures to the four corners of the world. Hell, even Hollywood Rag could have at it and she wouldn t give a goddamn. And that was something to be truly scared of. Trent Barker slid into the back seat, which meant that Betty was riding shotgun. They pulled out of the driveway and were nearly out of town when they rolled to a stop at the last traffic light. A car pulled up beside them and before she knew what was happening, Beau s hand was on the back of her neck and he forced her down. Down across his lap. Right there where his crotch was. What the hell are you doing? she snapped. Don t want anyone to recognize you. His hand was warm on the back of her neck, his thumb rolling across her skin. She felt his touch reach into her& from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. It was a hot, delicious feeling that left goosebumps on her skin, warm fuzzies in her heart and& Oh. My. God. Get it together, woman. She dug her nails into his thighs, felt him stiffen beneath her. Let me the hell up. But the pressure was still there and he held her in place. Hold on, Barker. It s a bunch of photographers. Shit. Really? She turned slightly and glanced up at him. Felt her heart turn over when he smiled down at her, and rolled his damn thumb along the back of her neck again. Ah, Mr. Simon? Beau s gaze slid to the mirror so he could see in the back. Yes, Trent? That there is the preacher s wife, Darla Stone and her best friend Marianne Phibbs. Son-of-a-bitch. Betty s nails dug in harder and with a chuckle he let her go, accelerating as he did so. What? I thought it was a bunch of paparazzi! He flashed that grin at her the one that usually got him whatever the hell he wanted. He wanted Betty. She saw that now, but that didn t mean she had to make it easy for him. Not that she was considering it. No freaking way. Betty sat back in her seat, smoothed out her dress and spoke so only Beau could hear her. That is the last time you ll ever get me between your legs. I hope it was worth it. She was pissed. And kind of turned on. Okay, a lot turned on. It was. What? she snapped. Beau chuckled. Totally worth it. You re certifiable. Yep. That blurred line was bleeding all over the place right now. Why are you here, Beau? She turned to him, curious as hell, and more than a little afraid. It wasn t just about want. He was much too complicated for that. I think you know. Shit. Can you be a little more specific? His blue eyes darkened and she knew he wasn t fooling around. There was nothing light or warm and fuzzy in his gaze. It was full on electric and every single bit of her lady parts sizzled from that one look. I m going to get real specific with you, Betty Jo Barker. That s a promise. His eyes were back on the road once more. As soon as we re done at the hospital. She sank back into her seat, more confused than ever. Should she be afraid? Hell yes. Should she run away? Probably. Did she want Beau Simon to get real specific with her? Only if it was code for getting down and dirty in the back seat of his damn car. Betty closed her eyes and turned to the window. Holy. Mother. Of. God. She was in deep shit. Chapter Thirty BEAU WATCHED BETTY closely as he pulled up to the family house on Lake Muskoka. It was just after nine and the sun was starting to descend. There was a slight breeze off the lake and there were boats zipping by, pulling skiers and kids barely hanging on to the large tubes that held them. She hadn t said much on the trip up. Not even when the blushing officer at the Canadian border asked for her autograph and a picture. Beau wasn t used to her silence and suddenly, he wasn t entirely sure what it was that he hoped to accomplish. This woman had him all tied up in knots. I didn t think you d come back with me, he said, once he parked the car and cut the engine. She looked over to him and his gut clenched. God, her eyes were beautiful. Her mouth. Those cheekbones. That head of hair. Physically, most guys would think they d hit the jackpot. But it was the stuff behind all of that the stuff inside that he was dying to touch. The parts of herself that she d never shared with anyone. Well, since Bobbi insisted on spending the night at home, I figured there was no place at my house to get, she made finger quotations, real specific. Her eyes narrowed a bit. You wouldn t happen to know why she was so gung-ho on a sleepover, would you? In fact Beau had asked her for a favor. He shrugged, his acting superb. No. Betty glanced outside. Are we alone? Beau nodded and hopped out of the car. Tucker s gone back to Florida for a few days with Jack and my mom went with them. Your mother was up here? She was beside him now, staring up at the house. Yes, she flew up last week but can only handle a certain number of days without Dad, and he couldn t make the trip. He grinned. They drive each other crazy when they re together, but man, when they re apart, it s not pretty. So, you have two brothers? Three. Tucker s a twin and Teague s in Somalia I think, or maybe Afghanistan. He s a photojournalist and I get mixed up where he is half the time. Sounds dangerous. It s no picnic, that s for sure. Everyone in the family wishes he d get into something else, but Teague s always thrived on danger. It s a fatal flaw in some of the Simon men. Flaw? Some of us die young and one of my ancestors from the 1800 s, Henry Simon, is supposed to haunt the family compound in Florida. Really, she said, a half-smile on her face. It s the God s truth. So, have you ever seen Henry? He waited a beat. Never. Her eyes glistened as she stared at him and something in the air shifted. Something heavy. Real. Something so sweet it was painful. He nodded toward the steps and followed her up, enjoying the view of that delectable backside [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |