“Don’t do it,” he warned. Something more than amusement was in his tone, but before Sophie could put her finger on it, Pete made a serious attitude adjustment, changing from aggressive ass to obsessive ass.
“Hey, man. I’m a huge fan. Didn’t mean to cause any trouble here. I’ll just be going...” He turned quickly on his mud-crusted boots. Sophie moved even quicker, and snatched her expensive nightgown out of his filthy grasp before he trotted off. This garment was not going to join the trail of undies senselessly thrown onto the highway.
Caden’s eyebrows lifted, bemused. “Jesus, one surprise after another with you. Pure trouble,” he remarked, before finally deciding to form a complete sentence. “Good thing I caught your wave, sweetheart,” he murmured sarcastically.
Without waiting for her to respond, he retrieved his luggage from the back seat and popped the trunk. His biceps flexed as hefted his suitcase and carried it to the back of the car.
Muscles that big and on a body that tight should come with a warning sign. Holy stud alert. “Didn’t even get my coffee,” he grumbled, unaware of her perusal.
Her mouth went dry.
“Hmph, cat caught your tongue for a change?” He stopped and peered at her more closely. The sun seemed hotter, like it was midday instead of 7:00 a.m. “You might be a nuisance, but nothing was going to happen to you.”
“Damn straight.” Gosh, he had her cursing now. It was well worth it though, when a generous, panty-wetting smile crossed his face.
“That’s what I like about you, Morelle. You’ve got gumption.” Caden turned away.
Sophie couldn’t stop herself from basking in the warmth of his compliment, a feeling akin to her certain reaction if he’d signed on for an exclusive interview. Softening her in a way only a woman can be softened when garnered with hot male attention. And in the afterglow, she soaked up every little bit about him. The way he filled a T-shirt like nobody’s business. The tightness of his buns in those faded jeans. There was so much more to Caden than a pretty face, but boy-oh-boy did his body just do it for her. Like that drool-worthy biceps...
Caden froze, suitcase hoisted midair. His whole attitude changed from laid-back beach bum to scowling fighter. Exactly the reaction she’d been expecting a moment earlier—which is why the change in him caused her breath to catch.
“What the fuck is this doing—?”
Sophie’s eyebrows shot up. She tried to peer around him to see what was in the trunk, figure out what caused the sudden shift in him, but his big body blocked her view.
Stepping back, he slammed the trunk shut with his elbow. The sound of metal on metal echoed off the broken asphalt. Shooting her a deadly look, as if daring her to comment, he pitched his suitcase into the back seat. Without further explanation for his mood swing, he climbed into the car.
The Aston Martin roared to life.
Sophie stood there, stunned and immobile, trying to reconcile what just transpired. It felt like someone had jerked a rug out from under her while she’d been dancing. And singing. And just realizing the possibilities of the hunk before her.
Her gaze fell on the closed trunk and her investigative instincts kicked in. What exactly had he’d seen inside that had caused such a harsh reaction?
“You’ve got two seconds until goodbye,” she heard him growl, his voice hard as steel.
Sophie squared her shoulders and walked calmly over to the passenger door.
Goodbye was not going to happen, not by a long shot.
Just like James Bond always got his woman, Sophie Morelle was going to get her man, and his story. And, she was beginning to think, maybe even something else.
Chapter Six
SLICK SUBMISSION: When a fighter gives up and uses hair gel
Sophie kept her lips pressed tight and held back a smile as her visual on the Park-n-Ride disappeared from the rearview mirror. She pretended to stretch her neck, angling her head for a better
“Hey, man. I’m a huge fan. Didn’t mean to cause any trouble here. I’ll just be going...” He turned quickly on his mud-crusted boots. Sophie moved even quicker, and snatched her expensive nightgown out of his filthy grasp before he trotted off. This garment was not going to join the trail of undies senselessly thrown onto the highway.
Caden’s eyebrows lifted, bemused. “Jesus, one surprise after another with you. Pure trouble,” he remarked, before finally deciding to form a complete sentence. “Good thing I caught your wave, sweetheart,” he murmured sarcastically.
Without waiting for her to respond, he retrieved his luggage from the back seat and popped the trunk. His biceps flexed as hefted his suitcase and carried it to the back of the car.
Muscles that big and on a body that tight should come with a warning sign. Holy stud alert. “Didn’t even get my coffee,” he grumbled, unaware of her perusal.
Her mouth went dry.
“Hmph, cat caught your tongue for a change?” He stopped and peered at her more closely. The sun seemed hotter, like it was midday instead of 7:00 a.m. “You might be a nuisance, but nothing was going to happen to you.”
“Damn straight.” Gosh, he had her cursing now. It was well worth it though, when a generous, panty-wetting smile crossed his face.
“That’s what I like about you, Morelle. You’ve got gumption.” Caden turned away.
Sophie couldn’t stop herself from basking in the warmth of his compliment, a feeling akin to her certain reaction if he’d signed on for an exclusive interview. Softening her in a way only a woman can be softened when garnered with hot male attention. And in the afterglow, she soaked up every little bit about him. The way he filled a T-shirt like nobody’s business. The tightness of his buns in those faded jeans. There was so much more to Caden than a pretty face, but boy-oh-boy did his body just do it for her. Like that drool-worthy biceps...
Caden froze, suitcase hoisted midair. His whole attitude changed from laid-back beach bum to scowling fighter. Exactly the reaction she’d been expecting a moment earlier—which is why the change in him caused her breath to catch.
“What the fuck is this doing—?”
Sophie’s eyebrows shot up. She tried to peer around him to see what was in the trunk, figure out what caused the sudden shift in him, but his big body blocked her view.
Stepping back, he slammed the trunk shut with his elbow. The sound of metal on metal echoed off the broken asphalt. Shooting her a deadly look, as if daring her to comment, he pitched his suitcase into the back seat. Without further explanation for his mood swing, he climbed into the car.
The Aston Martin roared to life.
Sophie stood there, stunned and immobile, trying to reconcile what just transpired. It felt like someone had jerked a rug out from under her while she’d been dancing. And singing. And just realizing the possibilities of the hunk before her.
Her gaze fell on the closed trunk and her investigative instincts kicked in. What exactly had he’d seen inside that had caused such a harsh reaction?
“You’ve got two seconds until goodbye,” she heard him growl, his voice hard as steel.
Sophie squared her shoulders and walked calmly over to the passenger door.
Goodbye was not going to happen, not by a long shot.
Just like James Bond always got his woman, Sophie Morelle was going to get her man, and his story. And, she was beginning to think, maybe even something else.
Chapter Six
SLICK SUBMISSION: When a fighter gives up and uses hair gel
Sophie kept her lips pressed tight and held back a smile as her visual on the Park-n-Ride disappeared from the rearview mirror. She pretended to stretch her neck, angling her head for a better
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