man’s hands sliding
along her curves.
Damn it.
On stage, Megan introduced her mom. Catherine gave her speech while dinner and dessert
was served. Adam could not recall a word of the speech or a bite of his food. He watched
as Meg moved through the throng, stopping to chat with smiles or one of her husky
laughs. She belonged here. In this town. The one his parents chose just to make sure
that he never forgot his brother.
It was her home.
And his hell.
He narrowed his gaze when he saw Lawrence approach the group Megan was chatting with.
Mentor, his ass. That man wanted Megan.
Not happening, not while he was here. A voice in his head tried to remind him that
he had no claim on Megan. But the rest of him, the primal man, rode right over that
voice and drove him to act. He put down his ice water and strode up behind Megan.
He paused as she spoke to a woman.
“I have a deposition Monday at lunch when I usually come by, so I’ll stop over tomorrow
and take a look.”
The middle-aged woman reached and out took Megan’s hand. “Oh, thank you, Dr. Young.
The poor dog was just left on the doorstep with no sign of her puppies. Emily found
her this morning.”
“No problem. We’ll take care of her.”
Lawrence said, “Why don’t we give Dr. Young a break from work.” He turned a smile
on her. “Megan, how about another dance?”
“I’ve already asked her for this dance,” Adam said keeping his gaze on Lawrence. He
put his hand on her shoulder.
She straightened so suddenly her back hit his chest. “Adam.”
The feel of her against him, the skin of her bare shoulder beneath his palm made him
burn with a possessive fire. He wrapped his other arm around her waist. Lowering his
head, he rubbed his cheek against the tumble of red curls flowing down her back. “Come
dance with me,” he said into her ear. “I’ve missed you.”
He felt the shiver ripple down her spine.
She tilted her head up. Confusion. Surprise. Wariness. And desire. They were all there
in her gaze. “And if I say no?”
He ran his thumb below her ribs. “You won’t.” He couldn’t bear it if she did. If she
rejected him, he’d walk away, but it would cost him something too painful to even
consider. He had to play this out with Megan. He’d have to walk away at some point.
He knew it and hated it.
They hovered there, the seconds ticking off louder than the band’s music. Adam felt
the stares of the others. He didn’t care. Only Meg mattered. This woman currently
filling his arms, her sweet weight against his chest, the rich curve of her ass in
his groin, the scent of her hair saturating him.
Lawrence stepped closer to her. “I thought you said you weren’t dating? That you had
no time with your s—”
“Sorry!” Megan cut him off. “I promised Adam this dance. He’s an old college friend,”
she added while twisting from his hold, then tugging Adam toward the dance floor.
Adam blinked at the sudden change of heart, but quickly caught up to Meg’s determined
stride. They arrived on the dance floor as the current song ended. Couples around
them clapped.
The strains of a new song began. Wicked Games.
Smug at getting her away from that other veterinarian, he reached for her, but Megan
spun and, putting her back to him, she raised her arms over her head and swayed to
the darkly sexual music. He stared at the vibrant curls of her hair sliding over her
long back, hitting the top of her waist.
His throat went tight, his chest hot, and he thickened instantly with arousal as he
watched her sway, watched the curve of her backside cupped in that dress. Before he
realized what he was doing, he reached out, wrapped his hands around her hips, and
tugged her close against him.
She laughed as she bent her knees to shimmy down, then back up, her back sliding over
the front of him as her long arms reached up in graceful swirls. Her fingers grazed
his face, sweeping
along her curves.
Damn it.
On stage, Megan introduced her mom. Catherine gave her speech while dinner and dessert
was served. Adam could not recall a word of the speech or a bite of his food. He watched
as Meg moved through the throng, stopping to chat with smiles or one of her husky
laughs. She belonged here. In this town. The one his parents chose just to make sure
that he never forgot his brother.
It was her home.
And his hell.
He narrowed his gaze when he saw Lawrence approach the group Megan was chatting with.
Mentor, his ass. That man wanted Megan.
Not happening, not while he was here. A voice in his head tried to remind him that
he had no claim on Megan. But the rest of him, the primal man, rode right over that
voice and drove him to act. He put down his ice water and strode up behind Megan.
He paused as she spoke to a woman.
“I have a deposition Monday at lunch when I usually come by, so I’ll stop over tomorrow
and take a look.”
The middle-aged woman reached and out took Megan’s hand. “Oh, thank you, Dr. Young.
The poor dog was just left on the doorstep with no sign of her puppies. Emily found
her this morning.”
“No problem. We’ll take care of her.”
Lawrence said, “Why don’t we give Dr. Young a break from work.” He turned a smile
on her. “Megan, how about another dance?”
“I’ve already asked her for this dance,” Adam said keeping his gaze on Lawrence. He
put his hand on her shoulder.
She straightened so suddenly her back hit his chest. “Adam.”
The feel of her against him, the skin of her bare shoulder beneath his palm made him
burn with a possessive fire. He wrapped his other arm around her waist. Lowering his
head, he rubbed his cheek against the tumble of red curls flowing down her back. “Come
dance with me,” he said into her ear. “I’ve missed you.”
He felt the shiver ripple down her spine.
She tilted her head up. Confusion. Surprise. Wariness. And desire. They were all there
in her gaze. “And if I say no?”
He ran his thumb below her ribs. “You won’t.” He couldn’t bear it if she did. If she
rejected him, he’d walk away, but it would cost him something too painful to even
consider. He had to play this out with Megan. He’d have to walk away at some point.
He knew it and hated it.
They hovered there, the seconds ticking off louder than the band’s music. Adam felt
the stares of the others. He didn’t care. Only Meg mattered. This woman currently
filling his arms, her sweet weight against his chest, the rich curve of her ass in
his groin, the scent of her hair saturating him.
Lawrence stepped closer to her. “I thought you said you weren’t dating? That you had
no time with your s—”
“Sorry!” Megan cut him off. “I promised Adam this dance. He’s an old college friend,”
she added while twisting from his hold, then tugging Adam toward the dance floor.
Adam blinked at the sudden change of heart, but quickly caught up to Meg’s determined
stride. They arrived on the dance floor as the current song ended. Couples around
them clapped.
The strains of a new song began. Wicked Games.
Smug at getting her away from that other veterinarian, he reached for her, but Megan
spun and, putting her back to him, she raised her arms over her head and swayed to
the darkly sexual music. He stared at the vibrant curls of her hair sliding over her
long back, hitting the top of her waist.
His throat went tight, his chest hot, and he thickened instantly with arousal as he
watched her sway, watched the curve of her backside cupped in that dress. Before he
realized what he was doing, he reached out, wrapped his hands around her hips, and
tugged her close against him.
She laughed as she bent her knees to shimmy down, then back up, her back sliding over
the front of him as her long arms reached up in graceful swirls. Her fingers grazed
his face, sweeping
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