Read Online Blush Duo - Marriage Under the Mistletoe & The Christmas Inn by Helen Lacey, Stella Maclean - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Helen Lacey, Stella Maclean
Ads: Link
regulation blue police uniform, walking across the threshold of the automatic doors.
“Hey, Evie,” he greeted, juggling a few tins of paint, some brushes and a roller.
He was charming, handsome, Noah’s best friend and she’d known him all her life. “What are you doing here?” she asked, stopping in front of the building.
Cameron motioned to the equipment in his hands. “We’ve had some graffiti problems at the community hall,” he explained. “A few of the kids from the Big Brother program are giving me a hand with a quick-cover paint job.” He smiled. “I ran out of paint and paintbrushes.”
“Did you catch the culprits?” she asked.
“Not yet,” he said, and looked at her companion inquiringly.
Evie didn’t miss the look. With the sailboard between them, towels flung over their shoulders and sand-encrusted feet, she was certain Cameron’s curiosity was in overdrive. She quickly made introductions and they talked for a short while about the upcoming wedding until Cameron said he had to get back to the trio of teenage boys he mentored.
“You know,” he said to Scott as he opened the car door, “if you’ve got some free time while you’re here I’m sure the boys would like to hear something about your job. We meet every Wednesday night at the community hall around seven. Guests speakers are always welcome.” He dumped the equipment into the passenger seat of his police vehicle. “Evie will show you where.” He looked at Evie and winked. “Let me know.”
Once he’d left and they’d returned their gear, she followed Scott back to the motorcycle and waited while he tucked the towels beneath the seat. He hesitated passing her the helmet.
He looked at her oddly. “Old boyfriend?”
Evie frowned. “Cameron? God, no,” she replied. “He goes through women like they’re...well, let’s just say he has a short attention span and leave it at that.”
“And you’d like someone with a long attention span?” he asked. “Is that it?”
Evie’s skin warmed and she tugged the helmet from his hands. “As much as the next woman,” she said. “I’d like to think I could at least hold his attention for longer than one night.”
Scott’s heart thundered in his chest. Because Evie Dunn had his attention. Every last bit of it. He got on the bike and didn’t move a muscle when she slid behind him and rested her hands on his waist. But he felt the heat of her touch as if she were branding him with her fingertips.
Scott sucked in a breath and started the Harley. The sooner he took her home, the better. And there would be no more sailboarding. No more skin-to-skin contact. No more having to try to keep his hands to himself. And definitely no more of that damned sexy swimsuit that revealed just enough of her to turn him inside out.
When they got back to the house, Scott heard her faintly thank him for the lesson. She took off quickly and he was glad for it. He remained outside for a while, thinking. Thinking that a hotel would be a good idea. At least it would take him away from the temptation that was Evie Dunn.
He walked around the garden, determined to get his body in check. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this...maybe never. It sure as hell had snuck up on him from out of nowhere. He was lusting after something... someone ...he couldn’t have. And it was damned inconvenient.
Scott walked around the garden some more, inspecting things with more than his usual detail. Okay, so gardens weren’t his thing. Evie obviously liked it, though—he could tell that by the extraordinary array of greenery and foliage and flowering plants that curved around pathways and climbed over small rock walls. There was a small wishing well in the center of the garden. An old timber plaque leaned against the edge, inviting those inclined to drop in a coin and make a wish.
“It all goes to charity.”
Scott swiveled on his heel. Evie had come up behind him with the stealth of a cat.
“Hey, Evie,” he greeted, juggling a few tins of paint, some brushes and a roller.
He was charming, handsome, Noah’s best friend and she’d known him all her life. “What are you doing here?” she asked, stopping in front of the building.
Cameron motioned to the equipment in his hands. “We’ve had some graffiti problems at the community hall,” he explained. “A few of the kids from the Big Brother program are giving me a hand with a quick-cover paint job.” He smiled. “I ran out of paint and paintbrushes.”
“Did you catch the culprits?” she asked.
“Not yet,” he said, and looked at her companion inquiringly.
Evie didn’t miss the look. With the sailboard between them, towels flung over their shoulders and sand-encrusted feet, she was certain Cameron’s curiosity was in overdrive. She quickly made introductions and they talked for a short while about the upcoming wedding until Cameron said he had to get back to the trio of teenage boys he mentored.
“You know,” he said to Scott as he opened the car door, “if you’ve got some free time while you’re here I’m sure the boys would like to hear something about your job. We meet every Wednesday night at the community hall around seven. Guests speakers are always welcome.” He dumped the equipment into the passenger seat of his police vehicle. “Evie will show you where.” He looked at Evie and winked. “Let me know.”
Once he’d left and they’d returned their gear, she followed Scott back to the motorcycle and waited while he tucked the towels beneath the seat. He hesitated passing her the helmet.
He looked at her oddly. “Old boyfriend?”
Evie frowned. “Cameron? God, no,” she replied. “He goes through women like they’re...well, let’s just say he has a short attention span and leave it at that.”
“And you’d like someone with a long attention span?” he asked. “Is that it?”
Evie’s skin warmed and she tugged the helmet from his hands. “As much as the next woman,” she said. “I’d like to think I could at least hold his attention for longer than one night.”
Scott’s heart thundered in his chest. Because Evie Dunn had his attention. Every last bit of it. He got on the bike and didn’t move a muscle when she slid behind him and rested her hands on his waist. But he felt the heat of her touch as if she were branding him with her fingertips.
Scott sucked in a breath and started the Harley. The sooner he took her home, the better. And there would be no more sailboarding. No more skin-to-skin contact. No more having to try to keep his hands to himself. And definitely no more of that damned sexy swimsuit that revealed just enough of her to turn him inside out.
When they got back to the house, Scott heard her faintly thank him for the lesson. She took off quickly and he was glad for it. He remained outside for a while, thinking. Thinking that a hotel would be a good idea. At least it would take him away from the temptation that was Evie Dunn.
He walked around the garden, determined to get his body in check. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this...maybe never. It sure as hell had snuck up on him from out of nowhere. He was lusting after something... someone ...he couldn’t have. And it was damned inconvenient.
Scott walked around the garden some more, inspecting things with more than his usual detail. Okay, so gardens weren’t his thing. Evie obviously liked it, though—he could tell that by the extraordinary array of greenery and foliage and flowering plants that curved around pathways and climbed over small rock walls. There was a small wishing well in the center of the garden. An old timber plaque leaned against the edge, inviting those inclined to drop in a coin and make a wish.
“It all goes to charity.”
Scott swiveled on his heel. Evie had come up behind him with the stealth of a cat.
Similar Books
