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badger.”
“That’s not true.” The slightest grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. “I just reserve my humor for things and people who are actually funny.”
His chest blocked out the world around her as he stepped a bit closer, his gaze caressing her face.
“Maybe you have to find the humor in every situation,” she managed.
“Like you do?”
She was pinned between him and the truck, and there was absolutely nothing humorous about it. Hot, hell yes. But not in the least funny.
“I usually do.” She licked her lips, fighting back a shiver. She’d never been so confused by a man. One moment he was hot, the next he was—hot and angry. She should just plant one on him right there and get it over with. “To be fair, I’ve spent half of my time here in your company.”
“No humor there, huh?” His voice dropped to a husky, slow cadence.
“Zilch.”
And finally, he laughed. Deep laughter that vibrated from his chest to hers even though they didn’t touch. His blue eyes sparkled, the corners crinkling with his huge smile. Straight white teeth showed from between his lips, and a slight dimple appeared on his right cheek.
He braced an arm next to her on the truck, his laughter fading to soft chuckles. “Abby, there’s never a dull moment when you’re around.”
Her heart tattooed against her ribs in such violent thrusts she didn’t dare try to speak. He was too damn close and too damn sexy for her to think. The questioned attraction stood out in blatant reality. No more guessing. She wanted him, wanted his touch, his kiss and so much more. Her firmly placed rules against getting emotionally involved slipped from her mind. She wanted to enjoy what was simmering between her and Brack. Problem was, he didn’t seem like the quick turn kind of guy. He was all intensity—all seriousness. If he’d ever had a one-night stand, she’d be shocked. Even if the attraction bordered ridiculous, sex with the drifter she’d become was probably the last thing he needed.
For a moment they just stood there, every shared breath mingled, every beat of their hearts engaged. She sucked in a sharp breath that stuck. Mercy, she was going to suffocate if he didn’t come closer, or move away. Limbo was going to be the death of her.
Lynette’s laughter broke the spell, and he jerked back in the same moment she turned away. “I’d better get to that shower.”
She walked away then, not daring to turn back to see if his gaze followed.
After a quick shower, Abby hurried to her car. Brack’s touch and the moment they’d shared still refused to leave her mind. The cold evening air froze her damp hair, and she shivered as she unlocked her car. Climbing in, she turned the key. Nothing happened. Cursing the rotten piece of junk, she tried again. Several more attempts passed before she was ready to scream.
The sudden blare of a horn nearly sent her through the roof, and she glared through her window at Brack’s smiling face. He leaned out of the truck window, eyes alive with devilment. “Need a lift?”
Unable to control her scowl, she grabbed her bag, too cold to argue. She hurried around to the passenger side and climbed up next to Jonathon.
He signed with slow deliberation. “Middle.”
Brack flipped the heat to high as she was forced to take the seat between them in a jumble of awkward shifts. “You find this funny?”
As soon as she was situated, he gave her a soft nudge. “Didn’t you say I needed to find the humor in every situation?”
“I’m laughing,” she mumbled. “On the inside.”
Brack pulled out of the parking lot, and Jonathon lit off a flurry of signs. All she caught was “food” and “cold”.
Brack laughed. “Good idea.”
“What?” she asked, acutely aware of his overpowering presence in the vehicle.
“He wants to go ice fishing tonight,” Brack offered. “And he wants you to come with us.”
She didn’t stand a chance. How in the world could anyone say no to
“That’s not true.” The slightest grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. “I just reserve my humor for things and people who are actually funny.”
His chest blocked out the world around her as he stepped a bit closer, his gaze caressing her face.
“Maybe you have to find the humor in every situation,” she managed.
“Like you do?”
She was pinned between him and the truck, and there was absolutely nothing humorous about it. Hot, hell yes. But not in the least funny.
“I usually do.” She licked her lips, fighting back a shiver. She’d never been so confused by a man. One moment he was hot, the next he was—hot and angry. She should just plant one on him right there and get it over with. “To be fair, I’ve spent half of my time here in your company.”
“No humor there, huh?” His voice dropped to a husky, slow cadence.
“Zilch.”
And finally, he laughed. Deep laughter that vibrated from his chest to hers even though they didn’t touch. His blue eyes sparkled, the corners crinkling with his huge smile. Straight white teeth showed from between his lips, and a slight dimple appeared on his right cheek.
He braced an arm next to her on the truck, his laughter fading to soft chuckles. “Abby, there’s never a dull moment when you’re around.”
Her heart tattooed against her ribs in such violent thrusts she didn’t dare try to speak. He was too damn close and too damn sexy for her to think. The questioned attraction stood out in blatant reality. No more guessing. She wanted him, wanted his touch, his kiss and so much more. Her firmly placed rules against getting emotionally involved slipped from her mind. She wanted to enjoy what was simmering between her and Brack. Problem was, he didn’t seem like the quick turn kind of guy. He was all intensity—all seriousness. If he’d ever had a one-night stand, she’d be shocked. Even if the attraction bordered ridiculous, sex with the drifter she’d become was probably the last thing he needed.
For a moment they just stood there, every shared breath mingled, every beat of their hearts engaged. She sucked in a sharp breath that stuck. Mercy, she was going to suffocate if he didn’t come closer, or move away. Limbo was going to be the death of her.
Lynette’s laughter broke the spell, and he jerked back in the same moment she turned away. “I’d better get to that shower.”
She walked away then, not daring to turn back to see if his gaze followed.
After a quick shower, Abby hurried to her car. Brack’s touch and the moment they’d shared still refused to leave her mind. The cold evening air froze her damp hair, and she shivered as she unlocked her car. Climbing in, she turned the key. Nothing happened. Cursing the rotten piece of junk, she tried again. Several more attempts passed before she was ready to scream.
The sudden blare of a horn nearly sent her through the roof, and she glared through her window at Brack’s smiling face. He leaned out of the truck window, eyes alive with devilment. “Need a lift?”
Unable to control her scowl, she grabbed her bag, too cold to argue. She hurried around to the passenger side and climbed up next to Jonathon.
He signed with slow deliberation. “Middle.”
Brack flipped the heat to high as she was forced to take the seat between them in a jumble of awkward shifts. “You find this funny?”
As soon as she was situated, he gave her a soft nudge. “Didn’t you say I needed to find the humor in every situation?”
“I’m laughing,” she mumbled. “On the inside.”
Brack pulled out of the parking lot, and Jonathon lit off a flurry of signs. All she caught was “food” and “cold”.
Brack laughed. “Good idea.”
“What?” she asked, acutely aware of his overpowering presence in the vehicle.
“He wants to go ice fishing tonight,” Brack offered. “And he wants you to come with us.”
She didn’t stand a chance. How in the world could anyone say no to
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