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Hard, hot, muscled merits. Ones
she remembered all too well. But, no, she couldn’t, even if she wanted to. She
didn’t do clingy .
“I wonder if I’m
the only one whose closet went through a make-over.” She pushed her still damp
hair over her shoulder. “Maybe the other contestants’ clothes shared the same
fate.”
Blue eyes stared
back, studying her a moment. Damn, he was good. She got nothing. He gave nothing
away.
“I doubt it, but
there’s only one way to find out.” He motioned for her to precede him down the
hall. “At least your robe and nightgown were spared.”
“Nightgown? What
nightgown? I’ve only got this robe.” She yanked the sash tighter again, and
smiled when he stiffened.
His sideways
glance held a mixture of concern and a familiar heat. “Do I want to know why?”
“I’d just
stepped from the shower—”
“Never mind.” He
visibly swallowed as he continued down the hall.
Feeling guilty
about her role in the investigation and her orders to keep him in the dark, she
intended to help whenever possible and saw no reason she couldn’t share her
thoughts. The concern that had darkened his beautiful eyes to a deep cobalt had
been real when he’d first spotted her shredded clothes. Sharing her thoughts
was the least she could do, and didn’t break her promise to his parents or her
uncle.
“Actually, it is
probably important.” Lowering her voice, she filled the former Ranger in on her
morning activities. “So you see, even though Mandy had been in my room to get
my microphone, all three had plenty of time to paint and shred.” She frowned,
then added, “So did you.”
“Me?” He stopped
dead, his voice rising in surprise as he turned to face her. “Why would I ruin your clothes?”
“I don’t know.
Maybe you don’t like me. Maybe you don’t like your brother. Maybe you don’t
like my choice of clothes.” She shrugged. “I’m just pointing out the fact I was
in the kitchen and had no idea how long you were in this house.”
He leaned close,
forcing her to back into the wall or make body contact. Intimidation never
worked on her…until now. She hit the wall with a thud, tipping her head back to
meet his gaze, noting how different the angle was without her heels. The man
towered a good half foot over her, his eyes hard like blue steel. But damn, he
smelled great.
Mmm…a summer day
after it rained.
“Let me make one
thing clear, Ms . Bennett. I don’t know you and don’t give a damn about
your wardrobe choice, but I do give a damn about Matthew. He’s my brother.
I’m here to protect him and, by God, that’s what I’ll do.” He straightened,
never breaking eye contact. “As for me, I arrived with Bill and stayed with him
the whole time. Why don’t you ask him?”
“No need.” She
smiled sweetly. I’ll check the feed later . Her gut told her he didn’t do
it, but she couldn’t listen to her gut where Dodger was concerned. At least,
not yet.
“What about
you?” He eyed her warily. “Maybe you ruined your clothes as a way to gain my
brother’s sympathy.”
She threw her
head back and laughed. “Yeah, my goal is to walk around naked under a thin robe
on national television.”
His gaze dropped
to her heated body, lingering on her beaded nipples doing their damndest to
reach out to him in a good morning salute. Traitors . Slowly, and ever
so nerve-wracking, his gaze lifted to fasten on her mouth. Smoldering blue eyes
instantly evaporated her amusement and tripled her pulse.
“Well…” She
cleared her throat and worked to get back on track. “If you didn’t do it, and I
didn’t do it, I wonder which of the girls did.” Pushing her hair back again,
she reverted to playing her role. “Are contestants always this aggressive on
these shows?”
He hesitated as
if trying to decide how much to tell her. “I don’t know. This is my first one,”
he replied before they resumed their trek. “And last.”
An hour later, Brielle
returned
she remembered all too well. But, no, she couldn’t, even if she wanted to. She
didn’t do clingy .
“I wonder if I’m
the only one whose closet went through a make-over.” She pushed her still damp
hair over her shoulder. “Maybe the other contestants’ clothes shared the same
fate.”
Blue eyes stared
back, studying her a moment. Damn, he was good. She got nothing. He gave nothing
away.
“I doubt it, but
there’s only one way to find out.” He motioned for her to precede him down the
hall. “At least your robe and nightgown were spared.”
“Nightgown? What
nightgown? I’ve only got this robe.” She yanked the sash tighter again, and
smiled when he stiffened.
His sideways
glance held a mixture of concern and a familiar heat. “Do I want to know why?”
“I’d just
stepped from the shower—”
“Never mind.” He
visibly swallowed as he continued down the hall.
Feeling guilty
about her role in the investigation and her orders to keep him in the dark, she
intended to help whenever possible and saw no reason she couldn’t share her
thoughts. The concern that had darkened his beautiful eyes to a deep cobalt had
been real when he’d first spotted her shredded clothes. Sharing her thoughts
was the least she could do, and didn’t break her promise to his parents or her
uncle.
“Actually, it is
probably important.” Lowering her voice, she filled the former Ranger in on her
morning activities. “So you see, even though Mandy had been in my room to get
my microphone, all three had plenty of time to paint and shred.” She frowned,
then added, “So did you.”
“Me?” He stopped
dead, his voice rising in surprise as he turned to face her. “Why would I ruin your clothes?”
“I don’t know.
Maybe you don’t like me. Maybe you don’t like your brother. Maybe you don’t
like my choice of clothes.” She shrugged. “I’m just pointing out the fact I was
in the kitchen and had no idea how long you were in this house.”
He leaned close,
forcing her to back into the wall or make body contact. Intimidation never
worked on her…until now. She hit the wall with a thud, tipping her head back to
meet his gaze, noting how different the angle was without her heels. The man
towered a good half foot over her, his eyes hard like blue steel. But damn, he
smelled great.
Mmm…a summer day
after it rained.
“Let me make one
thing clear, Ms . Bennett. I don’t know you and don’t give a damn about
your wardrobe choice, but I do give a damn about Matthew. He’s my brother.
I’m here to protect him and, by God, that’s what I’ll do.” He straightened,
never breaking eye contact. “As for me, I arrived with Bill and stayed with him
the whole time. Why don’t you ask him?”
“No need.” She
smiled sweetly. I’ll check the feed later . Her gut told her he didn’t do
it, but she couldn’t listen to her gut where Dodger was concerned. At least,
not yet.
“What about
you?” He eyed her warily. “Maybe you ruined your clothes as a way to gain my
brother’s sympathy.”
She threw her
head back and laughed. “Yeah, my goal is to walk around naked under a thin robe
on national television.”
His gaze dropped
to her heated body, lingering on her beaded nipples doing their damndest to
reach out to him in a good morning salute. Traitors . Slowly, and ever
so nerve-wracking, his gaze lifted to fasten on her mouth. Smoldering blue eyes
instantly evaporated her amusement and tripled her pulse.
“Well…” She
cleared her throat and worked to get back on track. “If you didn’t do it, and I
didn’t do it, I wonder which of the girls did.” Pushing her hair back again,
she reverted to playing her role. “Are contestants always this aggressive on
these shows?”
He hesitated as
if trying to decide how much to tell her. “I don’t know. This is my first one,”
he replied before they resumed their trek. “And last.”
An hour later, Brielle
returned