a bad idea. Call it intuition, call it gut instinct, but acting on the attraction buzzing between them would’ve been a dumbass thing to do.
Over dinner last night and later at her place she’d expected him to probe for information, make small talk and hit the road as soon as he realized she was stringing him along. Instead, he’d proven to be an entertaining dinner companion and worse, looked sexy as all get-out lounging in her living room.
“No GOLF, huh?”
“Didn’t feel like playing.”
Instead, she’d stood over him while he slept, surprised by a surge of tenderness at how vulnerable he looked with his eyelashes fanning half-moon shadows on his cheeks and his mouth relaxed in a slack smile.
She should’ve woken him and sent him packing but didn’t have the heart. Besides, if she couldn’t keep her lips to herself fully clothed there was no way she could’ve risked waking him semi-naked.
Belle shook her head as she swung a large straw tote over her shoulder and shut the front door.
“I don’t get it. This is the first guy I’ve seen you get an emergency wax for, he spends the night at your place and nothing ? What’s with that?”
“He’s Olivia Fairley’s son and she’s a client of mine. It’d be unprofessional.”
Belle gave Ripley an absentminded pat as he pawed at the hem of her Capri pants.
“The way I see it, Liv was your client. Now she’s engaged to Hank, why would she be on your books?”
“Stop splitting hairs. You know what I mean. Besides, technically she’s still a client. I’m organizing the wedding as a favor for Uncle Hank, remember?”
Belle fell into step next to her as they headed for the town square where the market was held on a weekly basis. “Uh-oh.”
“What?”
“You really like this guy.”
“No way.” Sierra shook her head, wishing her best friend didn’t know her so darn well.
“Do so.”
“Do not.”
Belle took a deep breath, her breasts straining against her purple T-shirt. “In that case, you won’t mind me taking a shot at him.”
Sierra stopped, not liking the way her heart reacted to the thought of Belle and Marc together.
“He isn’t your type.”
“Really?” Belle studied her fuchsia nails at arm’s length. “He’s gorgeous, successful and rich. What more could a girl ask for?”
“Chemistry.”
Was Sierra that blind? She could’ve sworn there was nothing between Belle and Marc when she’d come downstairs that morning. In fact, she’d wager a year’s profits on it, for the minute she’d descended those stairs and Marc had caught sight of her he’d looked like a starving man contemplating his first decent meal in ages and she was his appetizer, main and dessert all rolled into one.
“Hey babe?”
Sierra frowned, not liking Belle’s syrupy tone. If her stunning best friend set her sights on Marc, all because she was too damn stubborn to admit the truth and stake her claim, she didn’t have a hope in Hades. “What?”
“I’m kidding.”
“Bitch.”
“And you love me.” Belle draped an arm around her shoulders while Ripley tried to insinuate his way between them, pushing against their legs until they gave him some room. “Had you fooled for a minute.”
“You’re a real riot.”
She should’ve known Belle would never encroach on her territory.
Since when did City Boy become her territory ? Damn, she lost all perspective when it came to him.
“Don’t worry, babe. It’ll all work out in the end.” Belle threw her free arm into the air. “We’re in Love.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Sierra should forget Marc. Uptight city boys passing through town were bad news. Yet the more she tried to forget him, the more he wheedled his way into her thoughts and she hoped her judgment hadn’t joined Ripley’s and gone to the dogs.
Olivia patted her stomach. “You’re spoiling me. Any more of your blueberry flapjacks and I won’t fit into my clothes.”
Hank wiped the frying pan and
Over dinner last night and later at her place she’d expected him to probe for information, make small talk and hit the road as soon as he realized she was stringing him along. Instead, he’d proven to be an entertaining dinner companion and worse, looked sexy as all get-out lounging in her living room.
“No GOLF, huh?”
“Didn’t feel like playing.”
Instead, she’d stood over him while he slept, surprised by a surge of tenderness at how vulnerable he looked with his eyelashes fanning half-moon shadows on his cheeks and his mouth relaxed in a slack smile.
She should’ve woken him and sent him packing but didn’t have the heart. Besides, if she couldn’t keep her lips to herself fully clothed there was no way she could’ve risked waking him semi-naked.
Belle shook her head as she swung a large straw tote over her shoulder and shut the front door.
“I don’t get it. This is the first guy I’ve seen you get an emergency wax for, he spends the night at your place and nothing ? What’s with that?”
“He’s Olivia Fairley’s son and she’s a client of mine. It’d be unprofessional.”
Belle gave Ripley an absentminded pat as he pawed at the hem of her Capri pants.
“The way I see it, Liv was your client. Now she’s engaged to Hank, why would she be on your books?”
“Stop splitting hairs. You know what I mean. Besides, technically she’s still a client. I’m organizing the wedding as a favor for Uncle Hank, remember?”
Belle fell into step next to her as they headed for the town square where the market was held on a weekly basis. “Uh-oh.”
“What?”
“You really like this guy.”
“No way.” Sierra shook her head, wishing her best friend didn’t know her so darn well.
“Do so.”
“Do not.”
Belle took a deep breath, her breasts straining against her purple T-shirt. “In that case, you won’t mind me taking a shot at him.”
Sierra stopped, not liking the way her heart reacted to the thought of Belle and Marc together.
“He isn’t your type.”
“Really?” Belle studied her fuchsia nails at arm’s length. “He’s gorgeous, successful and rich. What more could a girl ask for?”
“Chemistry.”
Was Sierra that blind? She could’ve sworn there was nothing between Belle and Marc when she’d come downstairs that morning. In fact, she’d wager a year’s profits on it, for the minute she’d descended those stairs and Marc had caught sight of her he’d looked like a starving man contemplating his first decent meal in ages and she was his appetizer, main and dessert all rolled into one.
“Hey babe?”
Sierra frowned, not liking Belle’s syrupy tone. If her stunning best friend set her sights on Marc, all because she was too damn stubborn to admit the truth and stake her claim, she didn’t have a hope in Hades. “What?”
“I’m kidding.”
“Bitch.”
“And you love me.” Belle draped an arm around her shoulders while Ripley tried to insinuate his way between them, pushing against their legs until they gave him some room. “Had you fooled for a minute.”
“You’re a real riot.”
She should’ve known Belle would never encroach on her territory.
Since when did City Boy become her territory ? Damn, she lost all perspective when it came to him.
“Don’t worry, babe. It’ll all work out in the end.” Belle threw her free arm into the air. “We’re in Love.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Sierra should forget Marc. Uptight city boys passing through town were bad news. Yet the more she tried to forget him, the more he wheedled his way into her thoughts and she hoped her judgment hadn’t joined Ripley’s and gone to the dogs.
Olivia patted her stomach. “You’re spoiling me. Any more of your blueberry flapjacks and I won’t fit into my clothes.”
Hank wiped the frying pan and
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