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gaped, and he got a view of perfect, rounded breasts over some kind of low-cut, darker green silky bra.
He needed a cold shower. Now. He’d seen a woman in cheap silk and lace, but he’d never been in the same room with one he wanted this badly. She was not out to look sexy—she just was sexy. She probably wore the silky things because she liked them, not to entice some sex starved solider to tackle her down on the couch and unwrap her like a Christmas present.
“And I thought a puppy might make this big place less…empty.”
He snorted at her logic. He’d make sure the place didn’t feel empty. “Yeah? Tell you what, let me set this lock up, break and enter, and if I can get in the house in less than—”
“Five minutes?”
Piece of cake. He nodded. “Five minutes, then you let me take you out to the best burgers in the state, and I’ll show you some good pups a buddy of mine has. They’re too young yet, but you can check ‘em out. You remember Tim? His blue heeler had a litter and there’s one little lady still unclaimed.”
She sat down on the couch, sighed and tucked the tiniest feet he’d ever seen under her butt. She was adorable. He needed to slow the flood of blood to his dick. He was ready to break a zipper, not to mention her.
Their gazes met and he thanked God she was unaware of his raging cock, because he’d most likely scare that smile right off her face if she knew.
“Okay, Major, on second thought, five minutes seems like a long time. After all, you’re a SEAL , which means ‘sneaky’ in my book. So, how about, if you break and enter in less than three, I let you buy me a burger?”
Like he wouldn’t have bought her the burger anyway? Ah, the little witch. He would have demanded to pay for dinner and she would have baulked. She was giving him an out for his macho, redneck attitude. Well, okay, maybe he was a macho, redneck cowboy, but he always bought a lady’s meal.
He frowned. Had he ever bought a lady a meal? No, but he would. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “That’s a tough bargain. What do you get if I don’t make the deadline?”
“Me?” She touched her chest with a finger and gave him a look that went right to his balls. And hurt. “I get to cook my own dinner, and I might let you eat with me, then take me to see the puppy.”
Should he let her win and have her cook for him? The offer was tempting, but he had more than one game on, here. This mission included her wanting that system put in so she’d feel safe.
“Hell, that sounds like a better deal than mine…”
“No cheating.” She laughed and got up. “Another beer? I have plenty.”
“One more, but, first, come here. Might as well show you how this is done…”
Lacey hid a grin at Russ’ order. He was so used to giving orders, he didn’t even seem to realise how often he issued them. Grabbing him another beer first, she joined him at the door. He’d brought all kinds of tools in a big case, complete with three little shelves inside housing more tools than she knew what to do with. She had to admit it was pretty cool.
“Now that’s a toolbox. I got one today in town, but it didn’t come with this.” She touched the step-up shelves on his and Russell grinned over at her. And oh, my, was he devastating with that smile. He’d been smiling a bit more. It seemed he alternated smiling or frowning at her without any hint of a neutral expression in between. It was like he was always on edge, then forgot and simply smiled.
“Yeah? Mine took a while to make. Been adding tools since I was a boy.”
“You’ve lived here your whole life? Except for the Navy?” She wondered about him. Irene had sworn he didn’t fool around, or hadn’t since he’d got back to town six months or so ago. He ranched, and the story was that he did jobs down in Florida for a security company. Maybe the buddies with the inside scoop on her new locks? she wondered. And she
He needed a cold shower. Now. He’d seen a woman in cheap silk and lace, but he’d never been in the same room with one he wanted this badly. She was not out to look sexy—she just was sexy. She probably wore the silky things because she liked them, not to entice some sex starved solider to tackle her down on the couch and unwrap her like a Christmas present.
“And I thought a puppy might make this big place less…empty.”
He snorted at her logic. He’d make sure the place didn’t feel empty. “Yeah? Tell you what, let me set this lock up, break and enter, and if I can get in the house in less than—”
“Five minutes?”
Piece of cake. He nodded. “Five minutes, then you let me take you out to the best burgers in the state, and I’ll show you some good pups a buddy of mine has. They’re too young yet, but you can check ‘em out. You remember Tim? His blue heeler had a litter and there’s one little lady still unclaimed.”
She sat down on the couch, sighed and tucked the tiniest feet he’d ever seen under her butt. She was adorable. He needed to slow the flood of blood to his dick. He was ready to break a zipper, not to mention her.
Their gazes met and he thanked God she was unaware of his raging cock, because he’d most likely scare that smile right off her face if she knew.
“Okay, Major, on second thought, five minutes seems like a long time. After all, you’re a SEAL , which means ‘sneaky’ in my book. So, how about, if you break and enter in less than three, I let you buy me a burger?”
Like he wouldn’t have bought her the burger anyway? Ah, the little witch. He would have demanded to pay for dinner and she would have baulked. She was giving him an out for his macho, redneck attitude. Well, okay, maybe he was a macho, redneck cowboy, but he always bought a lady’s meal.
He frowned. Had he ever bought a lady a meal? No, but he would. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “That’s a tough bargain. What do you get if I don’t make the deadline?”
“Me?” She touched her chest with a finger and gave him a look that went right to his balls. And hurt. “I get to cook my own dinner, and I might let you eat with me, then take me to see the puppy.”
Should he let her win and have her cook for him? The offer was tempting, but he had more than one game on, here. This mission included her wanting that system put in so she’d feel safe.
“Hell, that sounds like a better deal than mine…”
“No cheating.” She laughed and got up. “Another beer? I have plenty.”
“One more, but, first, come here. Might as well show you how this is done…”
Lacey hid a grin at Russ’ order. He was so used to giving orders, he didn’t even seem to realise how often he issued them. Grabbing him another beer first, she joined him at the door. He’d brought all kinds of tools in a big case, complete with three little shelves inside housing more tools than she knew what to do with. She had to admit it was pretty cool.
“Now that’s a toolbox. I got one today in town, but it didn’t come with this.” She touched the step-up shelves on his and Russell grinned over at her. And oh, my, was he devastating with that smile. He’d been smiling a bit more. It seemed he alternated smiling or frowning at her without any hint of a neutral expression in between. It was like he was always on edge, then forgot and simply smiled.
“Yeah? Mine took a while to make. Been adding tools since I was a boy.”
“You’ve lived here your whole life? Except for the Navy?” She wondered about him. Irene had sworn he didn’t fool around, or hadn’t since he’d got back to town six months or so ago. He ranched, and the story was that he did jobs down in Florida for a security company. Maybe the buddies with the inside scoop on her new locks? she wondered. And she
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