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Authors: Kat Martin
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on the bedside table, went over and opened the door.
Reese caught her hand and wrapped her fingers around what appeared to be a purple, tie-dyed sundress.
“You said you wanted a change of clothes. They sell these on the street. I thought for tonight you might like to go native.”
She couldn’t help feeling pleased, especially when she held the dress up and realized it might actually fit.
“They only come in three sizes. I figured you’d be a small.”
“That was very thoughtful.” Amazingly so. She went over to retrieve her purse. “How much was it? I want to repay you—”
She broke off at the look on his face. Even the vague hint of friendliness was gone.
“It was a gift, Hope. I don’t want your money.”
The cheaply made garments didn’t cost much, she knew. Still, she didn’t like being indebted. She started to argue, but the set of his jaw warned her not to.
“Thank you,” she said, trying for gracious acceptance. “Give me a minute to change and I’ll be right with you.”
That seemed to please him and he actually smiled. “I’ll wait right here.”
Hope closed the door and realized her stomach was quivering. Her heart was beating too fast and her palms felt damp. Damn. Conner Reese was an unbelievably handsome man, but she knew a dozen guys who looked almost that good and none of them affected her like he did. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, only that the man stirred up some major chemistry in her body.
And tonight she was going out with him.
Not that this was any sort of an actual date. Just a drink and dinner, then back to the room.
She thought of Richard and wondered if, in the days before she had met her ex-fiancé, she might have considered going to bed with Conn Reese. She was an independent woman. She believed in equality of the sexes, though she had never been the sort for one-night stands. She believed in building a relationship with a man before you hopped into bed with him—not that it had done her any good with Richard.
Not that it would be important to a man like Conner Reese. Still, Conn made her feel things she hadn’t felt in a very long while. She probably owed him for that.
But just like the dress, she wasn’t going to pay for it by going to bed with him. Not tonight or any night in the future.
Chapter 5
Hope changed into the purple sundress Conner Reese had bought her, tying the ends of the halter top behind her neck. It was made of a soft, gauzy cotton, high-waisted, then flowing in a straight line to the ground. She had full breasts and the dress showed some cleavage—just enough to be pretty, she thought.
When she heard Conn’s knock at the door, she was glad she had worn her sandals that morning instead of her white canvas deck shoes. Smiling at the frosted pink polish on her toes, she walked over to answer the knock.
Conn stood in front of the door, one hand jammed into the pocket of his pants. He looked more remote than he had when he left and she thought that perhaps he was having second thoughts about the evening ahead. He took in her appearance, his bright blue eyes going over her from head to foot.
“You look good,” he said, as if he had to force out the words. “But then, I figured you would.”
“Did you?”
He shrugged those powerful shoulders, making her heart start pounding again.
“Considering you look pretty damned good in a tee shirt and shorts, it didn’t require any brilliant deduction.” He was wearing the same khaki pants he’d had on earlier, but had changed into a blue flowered shirt, apparently another street purchase.
“You ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be.” As she stepped out the door, her nerves kicked up another notch. You’re just getting something to eat, she told herself. It’s no big deal.
She closed the door and started walking toward the car and Conn fell in beside her. She didn’t expect to feel his hand at her waist, but she was only mildly surprised, since she had noticed his
Reese caught her hand and wrapped her fingers around what appeared to be a purple, tie-dyed sundress.
“You said you wanted a change of clothes. They sell these on the street. I thought for tonight you might like to go native.”
She couldn’t help feeling pleased, especially when she held the dress up and realized it might actually fit.
“They only come in three sizes. I figured you’d be a small.”
“That was very thoughtful.” Amazingly so. She went over to retrieve her purse. “How much was it? I want to repay you—”
She broke off at the look on his face. Even the vague hint of friendliness was gone.
“It was a gift, Hope. I don’t want your money.”
The cheaply made garments didn’t cost much, she knew. Still, she didn’t like being indebted. She started to argue, but the set of his jaw warned her not to.
“Thank you,” she said, trying for gracious acceptance. “Give me a minute to change and I’ll be right with you.”
That seemed to please him and he actually smiled. “I’ll wait right here.”
Hope closed the door and realized her stomach was quivering. Her heart was beating too fast and her palms felt damp. Damn. Conner Reese was an unbelievably handsome man, but she knew a dozen guys who looked almost that good and none of them affected her like he did. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, only that the man stirred up some major chemistry in her body.
And tonight she was going out with him.
Not that this was any sort of an actual date. Just a drink and dinner, then back to the room.
She thought of Richard and wondered if, in the days before she had met her ex-fiancé, she might have considered going to bed with Conn Reese. She was an independent woman. She believed in equality of the sexes, though she had never been the sort for one-night stands. She believed in building a relationship with a man before you hopped into bed with him—not that it had done her any good with Richard.
Not that it would be important to a man like Conner Reese. Still, Conn made her feel things she hadn’t felt in a very long while. She probably owed him for that.
But just like the dress, she wasn’t going to pay for it by going to bed with him. Not tonight or any night in the future.
Chapter 5
Hope changed into the purple sundress Conner Reese had bought her, tying the ends of the halter top behind her neck. It was made of a soft, gauzy cotton, high-waisted, then flowing in a straight line to the ground. She had full breasts and the dress showed some cleavage—just enough to be pretty, she thought.
When she heard Conn’s knock at the door, she was glad she had worn her sandals that morning instead of her white canvas deck shoes. Smiling at the frosted pink polish on her toes, she walked over to answer the knock.
Conn stood in front of the door, one hand jammed into the pocket of his pants. He looked more remote than he had when he left and she thought that perhaps he was having second thoughts about the evening ahead. He took in her appearance, his bright blue eyes going over her from head to foot.
“You look good,” he said, as if he had to force out the words. “But then, I figured you would.”
“Did you?”
He shrugged those powerful shoulders, making her heart start pounding again.
“Considering you look pretty damned good in a tee shirt and shorts, it didn’t require any brilliant deduction.” He was wearing the same khaki pants he’d had on earlier, but had changed into a blue flowered shirt, apparently another street purchase.
“You ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be.” As she stepped out the door, her nerves kicked up another notch. You’re just getting something to eat, she told herself. It’s no big deal.
She closed the door and started walking toward the car and Conn fell in beside her. She didn’t expect to feel his hand at her waist, but she was only mildly surprised, since she had noticed his
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