The Andrades 2 Home to Me Ruth Cardello

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and, as usual, Lil had given her just the information she absolutely needed in a brief, stilted
conversation that typified how strained their relationship had become.
I m hoping you re the man who owns this brownstone, otherwise I m going to get in trouble for
letting you in, she said with some forced humor.
He didn t laugh. You really don t know, do you? His question sounded oddly hopeful.
Abby shrugged, but the hairs on the back of her neck tingled. What kind of man was relieved not
to be recognized?
A criminal.
Crap.
Nice clothes meant nothing. His suit might have become disheveled during a tussle with the
actual owner of it. She shook her head at the thought. You do own the place, don t you?
At his lack of a response, she scanned the area for something to toss at him if she needed to dash
for the door. The closest object was a large, brass lamp. If he made any fast moves . . .
All coherent thought fled when he smiled down at her while lightly running his hands up both of
her arms. Yes, I m the owner.
Her heart really shouldn t be pounding in her chest just because the man was preparing to
restrain her if she attacked him with deadly, brass force. It wasn t like she d never been near a man
before, but even her prior intimate relationships had been cautious endeavors. No man had ever
brought to mind the words carnal abandon like this one did. When he looked at her, no one and
nothing else existed.
Before you clock me, would you like to see my license? he asked while his thumb traced the
edge of her collarbone rhythmically. Hypnotically. Would you? he prompted in response to her
silence.
Yes, she said breathlessly, unable to concentrate on anything beyond the way her body was
responding to his touch. Her skin burned beneath his light caress. Her stomach quivered with an
anticipation she had previously only read about. Yes, to whatever you re asking.
Her state of arousal was not lost on the man towering above her and the answering pleasure in
his eyes shook her out of her daze. She stepped back, away from his touch and gave herself a mental
shake. This kind of passion had no place in the life she d built for herself. I mean no. No, I believe
you. You were right. I should go. I can finish everything tomorrow.
His lids lowered slightly, making his expression unreadable.
Do you know what I m thinking? he asked.
Unless he was also imagining the two of them naked, rolling around on the thick area rug in the
living room, she was pretty much stumped. No, she croaked.
I m starving and I hate to eat alone. I d be grateful if you joined me for a meal.
That wouldn t be wise. There were at least a hundred, maybe a thousand, reasons why she
should leave now before she made a fool of herself. Yet, she was tempted.
It was more than the athletic span of his shoulders, more than the strong line of his jaw. She
couldn t even blame the sadness in his eyes, because the exhausted man of earlier had been replaced
by a virile male who knew exactly how to get what he wanted and right now he wanted her.
Every sensible cell in her body urged her to turn tail and run, but wasn t that what she always did
when life offered her something she considered too good to be true? She chose safety and certainty
over less reliable dreams and desires.
Just this once she wanted to sample what she d been missing. Just this once she wouldn t run.
Well, not immediately, anyway.
She d share a meal with the near god before her, enjoy the way he made her skin tingle with just
a look, and leave before anything happened. He wouldn t have to eat alone and she could have an
hour or so of pretending any of this was real.
Any problems with Chinese? she asked as she mentally reviewed the local places she knew
would deliver.
The question seemed to jolt him. Chinese what?
Food? she added helpfully.
Oh, he visibly relaxed. Takeout.
Yes, there is a good place right around the corner that I know delivers unless you d like me to
try to find something else.
No. He shook his head at some private joke. Sorry, for a minute there I forgot. Hands in his
pockets, he rocked back on his heels, still looking highly amused by his thoughts.
Forgot what? she couldn t help but ask.
With unexpected tenderness, he slid one of her wayward curls behind her ear. That you re
exactly what I need. Before she could catch her breath, he stepped back and handed her far too much
money, no matter what she ordered. Order some food while I take a shower. His knock- em-dead
sex appeal returned as he chuckled and sauntered away, tossing over his shoulder, I ve heard I need
one.
Abby fanned her red face with the bills as she watched him climb the stairs two at a time. Not
quite shaking herself free of the mental image of Mr. Armani naked beneath the steamy spray of the
shower, Abby went in search of her purse and cell phone.
A man that sexy is just trouble.
Luckily it was unlikely that she would ever see him again after today. They would share one [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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