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Authors: Jayne Ann Krentz
Tags: Contemporary Romance
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heard the price yet," Mack said.
Ambrose grinned good-naturedly. "I think I can afford it."
"In addition to buying the helmet, you may want to invest in a good security system for your expanding collection."
"You know, that thought crossed my mind more than once tonight while I watched those two dudes load my stuff into that van."
He turned back to his phone call and spoke rapidly to someone on the other end.
Mack glanced at Cady and saw that she was watching him. He could almost read the words
"My Hero" scrawled in glowing neon letters in her eyes. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the deep, heavy tug of desire. He wondered if nature had arranged things so that the male stopped thinking clearly when the female smiled the way Cady was smiling now. As a method of ensuring the reproduction and continuation of the species, it had a lot going for it.
He reminded himself that he had already reproduced once in this lifetime. He had the college tuition bills to prove it. At his age a man was supposed to start thinking of long-range retirement plans.
Nine
An hour later Cady turned onto her back folded her arms behind her head and stared up at ABC Amber Text Converter Trial vers ion, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.html
the low-beamed ceiling. She was exhausted, but sleep was proving impossible. She was on edge and overstimulated. Not surprising given the events of the evening, she decided.
She concentrated, trying to sort out impressions. She had every reason to be teetering on the precipice of a panic attack, but this didn't feel like the onset of one. She knew what that felt like and this wasn't it.
Nevertheless, her nerve endings were pulsing with enough bio-electricity to power a small town.
She turned her head on the pillow to look at the clock. Three in the morning. Unfortunately, it would be quite a while yet before she could legitimately abandon the attempt to sleep and go out for breakfast.
She shoved aside the covers, got to her feet and went to the sliding glass door that opened onto the narrow balcony that wrapped around the second story of the small lodge. The darkness outside was absolute. The trees loomed over the peaked roof. It had started to rain in a serious fashion an hour ago. The overhanging eaves dripped steadily.
The need for fresh air, even if it was damp and chilly, was suddenly overwhelming. She turned and scooped up the light dressing gown she had left on the foot of the bed. It was a good thing that she had taken the precaution of packing for an overnight stay, she mused.
The thought of facing Mack tomorrow morning with unbrushed teeth was not to be borne.
She cinched the sash of the dressing gown, slid her bare feet into the loafers she had worn earlier and unlocked the glass slider.
Damp, bracing night air heavy with the scent of the woods enveloped her. She stepped outside and went to stand at the balcony railing. Shoulder-high wooden partitions separated her from the rooms on either side, but she could see that no light came from either of them.
Apparently Mack was not having any trouble sleeping.
Lucky Mack.
Or was he lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as she had been doing until a short time ago?
Don't think about Fantasy Man in bed. Your nerves can't take the additional stimulation.
She touched the wet railing with the tip of one finger. It was so quiet here in the rain-drenched redwoods. Hard to believe that the high-tech commercial wonderland that was Silicon Valley lay within commuting distance, assuming that one was prepared to commute on narrow mountain roads.
A shiver of awareness went through her. She sensed Mack's presence just before he spoke out of the darkness to her left.
"What's the matter?" he said. "Couldn't sleep?"
His question settled one issue—Mack was not in bed. He was standing in the dense shadow on the other side of the partition. She wondered how long he had been out here gazing into the wet night.
His hands were thrust deep into
Ambrose grinned good-naturedly. "I think I can afford it."
"In addition to buying the helmet, you may want to invest in a good security system for your expanding collection."
"You know, that thought crossed my mind more than once tonight while I watched those two dudes load my stuff into that van."
He turned back to his phone call and spoke rapidly to someone on the other end.
Mack glanced at Cady and saw that she was watching him. He could almost read the words
"My Hero" scrawled in glowing neon letters in her eyes. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the deep, heavy tug of desire. He wondered if nature had arranged things so that the male stopped thinking clearly when the female smiled the way Cady was smiling now. As a method of ensuring the reproduction and continuation of the species, it had a lot going for it.
He reminded himself that he had already reproduced once in this lifetime. He had the college tuition bills to prove it. At his age a man was supposed to start thinking of long-range retirement plans.
Nine
An hour later Cady turned onto her back folded her arms behind her head and stared up at ABC Amber Text Converter Trial vers ion, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.html
the low-beamed ceiling. She was exhausted, but sleep was proving impossible. She was on edge and overstimulated. Not surprising given the events of the evening, she decided.
She concentrated, trying to sort out impressions. She had every reason to be teetering on the precipice of a panic attack, but this didn't feel like the onset of one. She knew what that felt like and this wasn't it.
Nevertheless, her nerve endings were pulsing with enough bio-electricity to power a small town.
She turned her head on the pillow to look at the clock. Three in the morning. Unfortunately, it would be quite a while yet before she could legitimately abandon the attempt to sleep and go out for breakfast.
She shoved aside the covers, got to her feet and went to the sliding glass door that opened onto the narrow balcony that wrapped around the second story of the small lodge. The darkness outside was absolute. The trees loomed over the peaked roof. It had started to rain in a serious fashion an hour ago. The overhanging eaves dripped steadily.
The need for fresh air, even if it was damp and chilly, was suddenly overwhelming. She turned and scooped up the light dressing gown she had left on the foot of the bed. It was a good thing that she had taken the precaution of packing for an overnight stay, she mused.
The thought of facing Mack tomorrow morning with unbrushed teeth was not to be borne.
She cinched the sash of the dressing gown, slid her bare feet into the loafers she had worn earlier and unlocked the glass slider.
Damp, bracing night air heavy with the scent of the woods enveloped her. She stepped outside and went to stand at the balcony railing. Shoulder-high wooden partitions separated her from the rooms on either side, but she could see that no light came from either of them.
Apparently Mack was not having any trouble sleeping.
Lucky Mack.
Or was he lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as she had been doing until a short time ago?
Don't think about Fantasy Man in bed. Your nerves can't take the additional stimulation.
She touched the wet railing with the tip of one finger. It was so quiet here in the rain-drenched redwoods. Hard to believe that the high-tech commercial wonderland that was Silicon Valley lay within commuting distance, assuming that one was prepared to commute on narrow mountain roads.
A shiver of awareness went through her. She sensed Mack's presence just before he spoke out of the darkness to her left.
"What's the matter?" he said. "Couldn't sleep?"
His question settled one issue—Mack was not in bed. He was standing in the dense shadow on the other side of the partition. She wondered how long he had been out here gazing into the wet night.
His hands were thrust deep into
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