A Perfect Mistake
she
didn’t move away.
    I wondered if she
was conducting more fucking research.
    Like how to tease
and taunt a man in ten easy fucking steps.
    Geezus.
    It was all I could
do to stand there and have Mrs. Fairchild gush all over me about the
sketches. Women were sure passionate about their flowers, but my
guess was that a lot of the beauty in the world came from women. I
know my ma sure was one beautiful lady.
    Man that was a
detour into a tangent. My head felt fuzzy for a minute.
    I wanted to groan as
my cell chimed. I pulled it out of my pocket, and when I saw it was
Booker again, and that I had already missed two calls from him this
morning, I knew I was going to have to talk fast when I called him
back.
    My brothers were
going to kill me.
    They were going to
fucking kill me and then lecture me and read me the riot act.
    I didn’t give
a damn. Really, what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me.
Except nothing was settled right now. She hadn’t answered me
about going out with me. This was between me and Verity, and I was
damn sure going to find out what was going on with her.
    That tough, silky,
curvy, hot peach pit.
    It might just
fucking kill me.
    The preacher’s
daughter knew how to take a man down with just a kiss. I couldn’t
and didn’t want to imagine how she would be….geezus, was
I a moron? Wood alert. In
front of Verity’s mother, like
I was the village idiot .
    Finally she stopped
gushing, and I felt kinda dizzy for a minute. I was wondering if it
had to do with all the testosterone zinging through my blood.
    “I’ve
got to help Boone with the gazebo, Momma, and I promised to give
Lindsay a hand with the kids this morning.”
    Her mother nodded
and I gathered up my boards. Kee-rist, didn’t these people
believe in air conditioning their house?
    With the boards
under my arm, I followed Verity out onto the porch. My headache
tightened against my skull as the June heat blasted us, and I wobbled
slightly, putting my hand out to steady myself against the frame.
    Verity didn’t
notice, and I trailed behind her across the church grounds, stopping
briefly at my truck to set all but the gazebo sketch inside. She
paused, looking back at me, and it took all I had not to grab her,
throw her in my truck, and take her somewhere where we wouldn’t
be interrupted again.
    But I wasn’t
going to make any advances. Talk about complicated sex. I’d
never faced anything like this. I wanted her. My tight balls and hard
dick were a testament to that. But I also needed to understand what
was going on between us. I felt like I had missed a few pages out of
the book we were both reading and was completely clueless as to what
had happened in the missing pages.
    To say I was freaked
was an understatement.
    She continued on to
the rectory, and I waited while she explained to Lindsay she was
going to be slightly delayed.
    I stood there and
wondered why the hell they couldn’t use air at this church. Was
it a financial issue? Geezus. I couldn’t breathe it was so damn
hot.
    Wait, the air was on
yesterday. Wasn’t it?
    Verity was talking,
but her words were getting jumbled in my head.
    I felt weak all of a
sudden, and I pressed my back against the wall. What was wrong with
me?
    Was there something
wrong?
    I closed my eyes and
tried to focus, but my thoughts kept splintering. That kiss had
melted me down. Just her kiss.
    It was no wonder I
was light-headed, dizzy.
    I filled my chest
and struggled with the heat rushing over my body.
    The next thing I
knew. I was on the floor.
    Fuck!
    This was exactly the
way I liked to wake up, with a beautiful woman leaning over me, her
hand on my face, the white t-shirt curving over her breasts. I
wondered absently if she was wearing black lace again. Or maybe red.
Red was so sexy.
    Her dark hair was
across my throat and mussed, like I’d had my hands in it.
Straight and black and parted in the middle, falling around a face
I’d seen in my dreams thousands of times.
    She was so beautiful
it

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