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hadn’t shown any interest in Niki then, nor she in him.
“They’re practically family,” said John, but his gaze narrowed on Travis.
The music crested toward the end of the song, and Sawyer asked himself why he was wasting any more time talking to John. He set a course for Niki, and stepped up, just as the music faded.
“Dance?” he asked her, ignoring the glare Travis sent his way.
Niki shot a quick, questioning glance to Travis, but then nodded her agreement to Sawyer.
He drew her into his arms. Thankfully, the next tune was slow, and he had an excuse to pull her in close. Her compact curves moved up against him, thighs touching his, breasts brushing his chest. If he looked down, he could see the delightful curve of her cleavage, creamy breasts draped in shimmering gold.
“John seems to like you,” Sawyer opened, seeking information.
She tipped her chin, looking up at him, her movements sinuously matching his own. “He’s a nice guy.”
“Nice, as in you’d like to share an iced tea at the kitchen table? Or nice as in you’d like to share a moonlight walk by the lake?”
“Aren’t you nosey.”
“I thought you might like to know that he’s thinking about the moonlight walk, and more.”
“Have I done something to make you think I’m stupid?”
Sawyer was beginning to think she was brilliant, cunningly and deviously brilliant. She’d co-opted half of Lyndon Valley by blinking her big green eyes and pouting those sexy, red lips. And right now, she had three different men vying for her.
“You’re not wearing glasses,” he said instead of answering.
“Contacts.”
“They look nice. You look nice. In fact, you look stunningly gorgeous.” For some reason, Sawyer’s mouth kept going when his brain told him to shut up.
“You are a gentleman, Sawyer Smith.”
“Are you a lady, Nellie Cooper?”
She drew back, frowning. “I take it back. You’re a cad.”
“A cad? You’ve been hanging around Colorado too long.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sawyer regrouped. “ Cad is not exactly a Boston term.”
“You’re an expert on Boston? You’re from Montana.”
“I’ve also been to Boston, and I’ve been overseas.”
“Really? Where?”
“Off the East Coast of Africa. In the Mediterranean. Through the Suez Canal. Wherever there was trouble or potential trouble.”
“Have you seen a lot of the world?” she asked, the edge gone from her tone, replaced by what seemed to be genuine curiosity.
“I have. Not all of it fun.”
“I’ve been to Paris and London, Rome and Monte Carlo.”
“Now those places are the fun.” Sawyer had certainly heard about Gabriella’s glamorous lifestyle. His research told him that she’d taken Niki to dozens of major cities, showed her most of the seven wonders.
“I saw a lot of it from a hotel room with a nanny.”
“You were young?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Niki’s world travels had started before she could walk.
“I’m still young,” she joked.
“Twenty-one’s not that young.” He felt a strange need to remind himself she was an adult. Sure, there were nine years between them, but twenty-one to his thirty wasn’t a gap worth worrying about.
Then he caught himself. Where the hell were those thoughts going? He was investigating her, not dating her. The age difference between them was irrelevant.
“How did you know I was twenty-one?” she asked.
He missed a beat in the dance. “Somebody mentioned it. I think maybe it was at the barbecue.”
“Do I look that young?” she seemed concerned.
“You look timeless, Nellie. Beautifully timeless.”
She smiled, and a shot of desire gripped his chest. “You’re back to being a gentleman again.”
“That’s only because you don’t know what I’m thinking.” Despite his resolve, he was thinking he’d like to tear off her clothes, bruise that gorgeous mouth with his kisses, and make hard, passionate love to her until neither of them could see
“They’re practically family,” said John, but his gaze narrowed on Travis.
The music crested toward the end of the song, and Sawyer asked himself why he was wasting any more time talking to John. He set a course for Niki, and stepped up, just as the music faded.
“Dance?” he asked her, ignoring the glare Travis sent his way.
Niki shot a quick, questioning glance to Travis, but then nodded her agreement to Sawyer.
He drew her into his arms. Thankfully, the next tune was slow, and he had an excuse to pull her in close. Her compact curves moved up against him, thighs touching his, breasts brushing his chest. If he looked down, he could see the delightful curve of her cleavage, creamy breasts draped in shimmering gold.
“John seems to like you,” Sawyer opened, seeking information.
She tipped her chin, looking up at him, her movements sinuously matching his own. “He’s a nice guy.”
“Nice, as in you’d like to share an iced tea at the kitchen table? Or nice as in you’d like to share a moonlight walk by the lake?”
“Aren’t you nosey.”
“I thought you might like to know that he’s thinking about the moonlight walk, and more.”
“Have I done something to make you think I’m stupid?”
Sawyer was beginning to think she was brilliant, cunningly and deviously brilliant. She’d co-opted half of Lyndon Valley by blinking her big green eyes and pouting those sexy, red lips. And right now, she had three different men vying for her.
“You’re not wearing glasses,” he said instead of answering.
“Contacts.”
“They look nice. You look nice. In fact, you look stunningly gorgeous.” For some reason, Sawyer’s mouth kept going when his brain told him to shut up.
“You are a gentleman, Sawyer Smith.”
“Are you a lady, Nellie Cooper?”
She drew back, frowning. “I take it back. You’re a cad.”
“A cad? You’ve been hanging around Colorado too long.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sawyer regrouped. “ Cad is not exactly a Boston term.”
“You’re an expert on Boston? You’re from Montana.”
“I’ve also been to Boston, and I’ve been overseas.”
“Really? Where?”
“Off the East Coast of Africa. In the Mediterranean. Through the Suez Canal. Wherever there was trouble or potential trouble.”
“Have you seen a lot of the world?” she asked, the edge gone from her tone, replaced by what seemed to be genuine curiosity.
“I have. Not all of it fun.”
“I’ve been to Paris and London, Rome and Monte Carlo.”
“Now those places are the fun.” Sawyer had certainly heard about Gabriella’s glamorous lifestyle. His research told him that she’d taken Niki to dozens of major cities, showed her most of the seven wonders.
“I saw a lot of it from a hotel room with a nanny.”
“You were young?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Niki’s world travels had started before she could walk.
“I’m still young,” she joked.
“Twenty-one’s not that young.” He felt a strange need to remind himself she was an adult. Sure, there were nine years between them, but twenty-one to his thirty wasn’t a gap worth worrying about.
Then he caught himself. Where the hell were those thoughts going? He was investigating her, not dating her. The age difference between them was irrelevant.
“How did you know I was twenty-one?” she asked.
He missed a beat in the dance. “Somebody mentioned it. I think maybe it was at the barbecue.”
“Do I look that young?” she seemed concerned.
“You look timeless, Nellie. Beautifully timeless.”
She smiled, and a shot of desire gripped his chest. “You’re back to being a gentleman again.”
“That’s only because you don’t know what I’m thinking.” Despite his resolve, he was thinking he’d like to tear off her clothes, bruise that gorgeous mouth with his kisses, and make hard, passionate love to her until neither of them could see
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