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and had sat down with Faye.
At first he hadn’t been able to see it, they were twins? They couldn’t have looked or behaved so different than if they shared no genetic link.
But after a while he could see the same bone structure and facial features. Had Faye not had that, in your face, hair colour they would have looked more alike.
Faye was much taller than Cassie by at least two inches or so and she had a trimmer, more athletic build. Whilst Cassie was shorter with a curvier, fuller figure.
Cassie had not let Faye speak for herself in the court, opting to be her sister’s advocate. She had dealt with everything in an elegant, demure, fashion, her voice low and husky and quite posh spoken. Considering Faye’s brash and bold tones, with her penchant for not always pronouncing her t’s.
she had sat modestly with her hands in her lap and she had been dressed simply in a light blue dress, that did up right to her neck and swept down just past her knees. Almost like she had walked out of the Dicken’s era.
He had felt his loins tighten instantly as he had swept his eyes over her prim and proper look. And he had caught himself wondering how it would feel to take that dress off her. To hold her naked in his arms.
That had shocked him. His reaction had been stronger than any he had ever had for a woman. He was normal, but the way he had reacted to Cassie. Feeling like some besotted fool.
He had watched her, studied her intently, and all the while she had not noticed. Not even for a second.
Her hair had been scraped back from her face in a severe looking ponytail. It had looked quite painful and Luke’s fingers had itched to release those glossy locks and run his fingers through it. He was willing to bet it would be soft like silk.
She hadn’t worn any make up either he had noticed. Her skin warm and peachy. She had looked younger than her years except for the dark circles under her eyes.
Too many days and night worrying about a sister that wasn’t worthy to worry about.
Of course, that was his opinion. She probably thought her sister was worth every worried thought and every sleepless night. Not to mention the amount of money she probably had parted company with over the years paying for her sisters’ mistakes.
It had been damn rotten luck when Faye had been thrown into his path. From that fateful night when she had waited on his table and caused all that trouble.
His one big regret about the whole ramshackle incident was Cassie.
Gentle, quiet, lap dog Cassie. Who did not seem to know how to stand up to that sister of hers. She seemed to lack the ability to make Faye behave.
Beautiful, innocent Cassie. Who had looked as though she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. And, seemed oblivious to what a sinfully wonderful body she had.
Sexy, curvy Cassie that made him hard in a second flat and making him wish that he could be more caveman and sling her over his shoulder and carry her off to his den. Luke groaned into the silent room.
He felt that familiar deep throb and the painful hardness that told him his thoughts were waking up a certain part of his anatomy.
He felt restless and fought the need to get up and pace his office. He hadn’t felt the need to pace for many a year and at thirty-three he didn’t want to start that.
The damn Kerrigan twins. It’s all he could think about, at least one half of them.
As for the other half… well she had taken up a lot of space in his head too. But his imaging’s of her were less than favourable and involved, stringing her up, throwing her out of an airplane without a parachute, or dumping her out to sea with nothing more than a dinghy and a teaspoon for an oar.
Ever since that party when Faye had made a nuisance of herself and that had turned out to be the best encounter he had had with her so far. It had all been downhill from there.
He had spent many a night and day thinking about them. One he wouldn’t mind strangling, or at the very least
At first he hadn’t been able to see it, they were twins? They couldn’t have looked or behaved so different than if they shared no genetic link.
But after a while he could see the same bone structure and facial features. Had Faye not had that, in your face, hair colour they would have looked more alike.
Faye was much taller than Cassie by at least two inches or so and she had a trimmer, more athletic build. Whilst Cassie was shorter with a curvier, fuller figure.
Cassie had not let Faye speak for herself in the court, opting to be her sister’s advocate. She had dealt with everything in an elegant, demure, fashion, her voice low and husky and quite posh spoken. Considering Faye’s brash and bold tones, with her penchant for not always pronouncing her t’s.
she had sat modestly with her hands in her lap and she had been dressed simply in a light blue dress, that did up right to her neck and swept down just past her knees. Almost like she had walked out of the Dicken’s era.
He had felt his loins tighten instantly as he had swept his eyes over her prim and proper look. And he had caught himself wondering how it would feel to take that dress off her. To hold her naked in his arms.
That had shocked him. His reaction had been stronger than any he had ever had for a woman. He was normal, but the way he had reacted to Cassie. Feeling like some besotted fool.
He had watched her, studied her intently, and all the while she had not noticed. Not even for a second.
Her hair had been scraped back from her face in a severe looking ponytail. It had looked quite painful and Luke’s fingers had itched to release those glossy locks and run his fingers through it. He was willing to bet it would be soft like silk.
She hadn’t worn any make up either he had noticed. Her skin warm and peachy. She had looked younger than her years except for the dark circles under her eyes.
Too many days and night worrying about a sister that wasn’t worthy to worry about.
Of course, that was his opinion. She probably thought her sister was worth every worried thought and every sleepless night. Not to mention the amount of money she probably had parted company with over the years paying for her sisters’ mistakes.
It had been damn rotten luck when Faye had been thrown into his path. From that fateful night when she had waited on his table and caused all that trouble.
His one big regret about the whole ramshackle incident was Cassie.
Gentle, quiet, lap dog Cassie. Who did not seem to know how to stand up to that sister of hers. She seemed to lack the ability to make Faye behave.
Beautiful, innocent Cassie. Who had looked as though she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. And, seemed oblivious to what a sinfully wonderful body she had.
Sexy, curvy Cassie that made him hard in a second flat and making him wish that he could be more caveman and sling her over his shoulder and carry her off to his den. Luke groaned into the silent room.
He felt that familiar deep throb and the painful hardness that told him his thoughts were waking up a certain part of his anatomy.
He felt restless and fought the need to get up and pace his office. He hadn’t felt the need to pace for many a year and at thirty-three he didn’t want to start that.
The damn Kerrigan twins. It’s all he could think about, at least one half of them.
As for the other half… well she had taken up a lot of space in his head too. But his imaging’s of her were less than favourable and involved, stringing her up, throwing her out of an airplane without a parachute, or dumping her out to sea with nothing more than a dinghy and a teaspoon for an oar.
Ever since that party when Faye had made a nuisance of herself and that had turned out to be the best encounter he had had with her so far. It had all been downhill from there.
He had spent many a night and day thinking about them. One he wouldn’t mind strangling, or at the very least
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