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Authors: Jennifer Dawson
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stunned speechless. Talk about false advertising.
Maddie had assumed his neighbor was an elderly, meddling busybody with a heart of gold. The woman propped against the blue-and-white-checked tiled counter was a freakin’ sex goddess.
“Maddie Donovan,” Mitch said from somewhere off to her left. “Meet my neighbor, Gracie Roberts.”
Maddie blinked again, staring at the woman with curves so lush they should be illegal. This was his neighbor? She tried to reconcile perception with reality, but it was too difficult.
Finally, she realized she was standing there openmouthed like a complete idiot, and remembered her manners. “Thank you for your generosity. You have no idea how grateful I am.”
“Oh, believe me, honey, it’s my pleasure.” Cornflower-blue eyes twinkling, Gracie put the coffee cup she’d held onto the counter. With a careless swipe of her hand, she pushed a wayward sunshine-blonde curl back from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “I’ve been dying to meet you ever since my brother, Sam, told me about your ordeal last night.”
Completely confused, Maddie darted a questioning glance over at Mitch.
Casual as could be, he hooked one ankle over the other, drawing her attention to his bare feet. “Sam’s my bartender. He was sitting in the corner booth last night.”
Maddie nodded, remembering the good-looking blond surfer type who had been watching them.
Gracie grinned from ear to ear, her full mouth a pale, glossy pink. “Well, my brother said Mitch pounced on you like a prisoner granted his first conjugal visit. So I had to see what all the fuss was about.”
Maddie had no idea what to say, but she was pretty sure the heat infusing her face made her look guilty, which was ridiculous. She willed her cheeks to cool. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Last night had been perfectly innocent. Sure, she’d had a few impure thoughts, but geez, everyone had those.
“Would you shut the hell up?” Mitch’s words held no heat, just good-natured exasperation. He shook his head at Maddie. “Don’t mind her, Princess. She has no control over her mouth.”
“Look at him, all protective.” Gracie gave Mitch a slow once-over. “That’s new.”
That earned her a menacing look from Mitch. “You can go home now.”
Gracie laughed, a full-bodied, throaty sound. “Not on your life.”
“I’ve thrown you out before,” Mitch said, putting his own coffee mug down on the counter as if preparing to do just that. “I’ll do it again.”
Maddie kept quiet, observing the interaction between them. There couldn’t be anything romantic between them, since even the most enlightened woman wouldn’t be this cool about a boyfriend bringing a strange woman home. That left friends, which, in some ways, was harder to believe.
How could any man have platonic thoughts about Gracie Roberts?
She wasn’t exactly Hollywood beautiful. More, she was jaw-droppingly cute mixed with downright sexy. Like Mary Ann and Ginger rolled into one drool-worthy package.
Gracie vaulted off the counter and planted her hands on full hips encased in a pair of jeans so low and tight that Maddie couldn’t figure how they stayed up. “Is that the thanks I get for coming to your rescue?”
“I didn’t need a rescue,” Mitch said, tossing a sly glance at Maddie. “I was doing fine without you.”
Maddie cleared her throat. “Well, I do appreciate the clothes.”
“Of course you do,” Gracie huffed. “He’d have kept you naked like a complete Neanderthal.”
“I was taking care of her. Wasn’t I, Maddie?”
Both of them looked at her. Having grown up in a household where these types of arguments had been a daily occurrence, Maddie wanted to protest the “taking care” comment, but decided that this wasn’t the time. Instead, she smiled calmly. “Yes, if it wasn’t for you I’d probably still be stranded in my car. And you were very . . . um, kind last night.” Before she could think too much about the
Maddie had assumed his neighbor was an elderly, meddling busybody with a heart of gold. The woman propped against the blue-and-white-checked tiled counter was a freakin’ sex goddess.
“Maddie Donovan,” Mitch said from somewhere off to her left. “Meet my neighbor, Gracie Roberts.”
Maddie blinked again, staring at the woman with curves so lush they should be illegal. This was his neighbor? She tried to reconcile perception with reality, but it was too difficult.
Finally, she realized she was standing there openmouthed like a complete idiot, and remembered her manners. “Thank you for your generosity. You have no idea how grateful I am.”
“Oh, believe me, honey, it’s my pleasure.” Cornflower-blue eyes twinkling, Gracie put the coffee cup she’d held onto the counter. With a careless swipe of her hand, she pushed a wayward sunshine-blonde curl back from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “I’ve been dying to meet you ever since my brother, Sam, told me about your ordeal last night.”
Completely confused, Maddie darted a questioning glance over at Mitch.
Casual as could be, he hooked one ankle over the other, drawing her attention to his bare feet. “Sam’s my bartender. He was sitting in the corner booth last night.”
Maddie nodded, remembering the good-looking blond surfer type who had been watching them.
Gracie grinned from ear to ear, her full mouth a pale, glossy pink. “Well, my brother said Mitch pounced on you like a prisoner granted his first conjugal visit. So I had to see what all the fuss was about.”
Maddie had no idea what to say, but she was pretty sure the heat infusing her face made her look guilty, which was ridiculous. She willed her cheeks to cool. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Last night had been perfectly innocent. Sure, she’d had a few impure thoughts, but geez, everyone had those.
“Would you shut the hell up?” Mitch’s words held no heat, just good-natured exasperation. He shook his head at Maddie. “Don’t mind her, Princess. She has no control over her mouth.”
“Look at him, all protective.” Gracie gave Mitch a slow once-over. “That’s new.”
That earned her a menacing look from Mitch. “You can go home now.”
Gracie laughed, a full-bodied, throaty sound. “Not on your life.”
“I’ve thrown you out before,” Mitch said, putting his own coffee mug down on the counter as if preparing to do just that. “I’ll do it again.”
Maddie kept quiet, observing the interaction between them. There couldn’t be anything romantic between them, since even the most enlightened woman wouldn’t be this cool about a boyfriend bringing a strange woman home. That left friends, which, in some ways, was harder to believe.
How could any man have platonic thoughts about Gracie Roberts?
She wasn’t exactly Hollywood beautiful. More, she was jaw-droppingly cute mixed with downright sexy. Like Mary Ann and Ginger rolled into one drool-worthy package.
Gracie vaulted off the counter and planted her hands on full hips encased in a pair of jeans so low and tight that Maddie couldn’t figure how they stayed up. “Is that the thanks I get for coming to your rescue?”
“I didn’t need a rescue,” Mitch said, tossing a sly glance at Maddie. “I was doing fine without you.”
Maddie cleared her throat. “Well, I do appreciate the clothes.”
“Of course you do,” Gracie huffed. “He’d have kept you naked like a complete Neanderthal.”
“I was taking care of her. Wasn’t I, Maddie?”
Both of them looked at her. Having grown up in a household where these types of arguments had been a daily occurrence, Maddie wanted to protest the “taking care” comment, but decided that this wasn’t the time. Instead, she smiled calmly. “Yes, if it wasn’t for you I’d probably still be stranded in my car. And you were very . . . um, kind last night.” Before she could think too much about the
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