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.When he stared down at her, he noticed her cheeks and chest were red.“You’re chafed.” He passed a hand over his face stubble.“Sorry.”She sighed.“Don’t be.It was perfect.You were perfect.” Wiggling her hand free, she brushed a palm over his jaw.“Thank you.”“No.Thank you.”The feel of her soft touch, the feel of her body beneath his, it all had things stirring again.Luke looked into her eyes, saw the way the gold and green flecks seemed to meld together and he said, “I was right.”She looked surprised.“Right about what?”Right about what? That she was so damn perfect for him.That sex with her would ruin him for any other woman.He’d been right about so many things, but he wasn’t allowed to say them.“Your eyes change colors when you have sex,” he said instead.Then he leaned in and kissed her.Chapter Twenty-fourJoey, gloves on and gun in hand, trailed behind Foster.His gut felt like one tight knot.He kept thinking about that shooting star and hoped like hell luck had him in its sights.Don’t let them be here.Don’t let them be here.He repeated the words over and over in his head like a prayer.And, hey…maybe he was praying.In spite of the fact that they were supposed to sneak up on the cabin, Foster never stopped his nervous, low-toned yapping.Joey tried to tune him out, tired of hearing about the man’s sexual conquests.“What you want to bet I’ll have her on her knees in front of me, unzipping my pants, within two days?”Joey didn’t care who Foster had in front of him.Damn! His foot came down hard on a rock and jarred his broken toe.“You see, I know the magic word for all those Latinas.”His attention was wrenched from his throbbing toe, and his gut knotted even tighter.Was Foster talking about Lola? Joey imagined that sweet face with those exotic eyes.God help the man if he was talking about Lola.“The magic word is Immigration.All I gotta do is say it real slow, point out that I know her brother-in-law is working as an illegal at that concrete company, and I’ll have that roach coach babe between my legs anytime I want.Hell, I might have had her today if you hadn’t parked your ass there.”Suddenly, Foster backed up—right into the end of Joey’s gun.The temptation to pull the trigger was strong.“Well, shit,” Foster said in low voice.“We got those mother fuckers! Look, there’s the blue Dodge Charger.And you thought Luke Hunter was good.Not as good as I am.”Before he nerved up to pull the trigger, Joey realized Foster had his phone out and was making a call.Luke felt himself growing hard again, felt Kathy’s sweet body moving against his.But the thought that he only had one more condom made him rein in his desires.He ended the kiss and brushed her hair from her eyes.“Sex makes me hungry,” he said.“Was there anything else in the cabinet?”She chuckled.“You can have the prunes.”“Funny.”“Yeah, I thought it was.”The most adorable smile lit her expression, and his chest swelled.Leaving, even for the trial, was going to be hell.Not that he had an option.But he’d be back, and he hoped like hell she understood that.“Actually, I think I saw some pineapple, and I don’t think we ate all the crackers,” she continued.The dog, which had been sleeping in the corner of the room, suddenly jumped up and barked.“I think Goodwill’s hungry, too.”Luke shook his head.“Why? He ate half my foot just a bit ago.” When Kathy laughed, he suggested, “Why don’t you grab the food? I’m going to make a pit stop.” He motioned to the bathroom.With some food in his belly, maybe he could figure out how to broach the subject of the future.Their future.It had taken him this long to win her over.No way in hell was he giving her up.He rolled off the bed.At the same time, the phone rang.His gaze met hers, and he knew what she was thinking.She sat up, pulling the sheet up with her.“Can’t I just say that I’m okay? Doesn’t it take a minute or two before they can trace a call?”Luke picked up the phone from the side table and looked at the number.Relief whispered through him.“It’s not him.Different number.”“Is it Calvin?”“No.It’s probably a call for Harry Johnson.So I’m not answering it.”Kathy nodded.From the look in her eyes, he could tell she didn’t agree with his decision but didn’t plan on arguing.For the latter, he was grateful [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.When he stared down at her, he noticed her cheeks and chest were red.“You’re chafed.” He passed a hand over his face stubble.“Sorry.”She sighed.“Don’t be.It was perfect.You were perfect.” Wiggling her hand free, she brushed a palm over his jaw.“Thank you.”“No.Thank you.”The feel of her soft touch, the feel of her body beneath his, it all had things stirring again.Luke looked into her eyes, saw the way the gold and green flecks seemed to meld together and he said, “I was right.”She looked surprised.“Right about what?”Right about what? That she was so damn perfect for him.That sex with her would ruin him for any other woman.He’d been right about so many things, but he wasn’t allowed to say them.“Your eyes change colors when you have sex,” he said instead.Then he leaned in and kissed her.Chapter Twenty-fourJoey, gloves on and gun in hand, trailed behind Foster.His gut felt like one tight knot.He kept thinking about that shooting star and hoped like hell luck had him in its sights.Don’t let them be here.Don’t let them be here.He repeated the words over and over in his head like a prayer.And, hey…maybe he was praying.In spite of the fact that they were supposed to sneak up on the cabin, Foster never stopped his nervous, low-toned yapping.Joey tried to tune him out, tired of hearing about the man’s sexual conquests.“What you want to bet I’ll have her on her knees in front of me, unzipping my pants, within two days?”Joey didn’t care who Foster had in front of him.Damn! His foot came down hard on a rock and jarred his broken toe.“You see, I know the magic word for all those Latinas.”His attention was wrenched from his throbbing toe, and his gut knotted even tighter.Was Foster talking about Lola? Joey imagined that sweet face with those exotic eyes.God help the man if he was talking about Lola.“The magic word is Immigration.All I gotta do is say it real slow, point out that I know her brother-in-law is working as an illegal at that concrete company, and I’ll have that roach coach babe between my legs anytime I want.Hell, I might have had her today if you hadn’t parked your ass there.”Suddenly, Foster backed up—right into the end of Joey’s gun.The temptation to pull the trigger was strong.“Well, shit,” Foster said in low voice.“We got those mother fuckers! Look, there’s the blue Dodge Charger.And you thought Luke Hunter was good.Not as good as I am.”Before he nerved up to pull the trigger, Joey realized Foster had his phone out and was making a call.Luke felt himself growing hard again, felt Kathy’s sweet body moving against his.But the thought that he only had one more condom made him rein in his desires.He ended the kiss and brushed her hair from her eyes.“Sex makes me hungry,” he said.“Was there anything else in the cabinet?”She chuckled.“You can have the prunes.”“Funny.”“Yeah, I thought it was.”The most adorable smile lit her expression, and his chest swelled.Leaving, even for the trial, was going to be hell.Not that he had an option.But he’d be back, and he hoped like hell she understood that.“Actually, I think I saw some pineapple, and I don’t think we ate all the crackers,” she continued.The dog, which had been sleeping in the corner of the room, suddenly jumped up and barked.“I think Goodwill’s hungry, too.”Luke shook his head.“Why? He ate half my foot just a bit ago.” When Kathy laughed, he suggested, “Why don’t you grab the food? I’m going to make a pit stop.” He motioned to the bathroom.With some food in his belly, maybe he could figure out how to broach the subject of the future.Their future.It had taken him this long to win her over.No way in hell was he giving her up.He rolled off the bed.At the same time, the phone rang.His gaze met hers, and he knew what she was thinking.She sat up, pulling the sheet up with her.“Can’t I just say that I’m okay? Doesn’t it take a minute or two before they can trace a call?”Luke picked up the phone from the side table and looked at the number.Relief whispered through him.“It’s not him.Different number.”“Is it Calvin?”“No.It’s probably a call for Harry Johnson.So I’m not answering it.”Kathy nodded.From the look in her eyes, he could tell she didn’t agree with his decision but didn’t plan on arguing.For the latter, he was grateful [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]