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Authors: Marianne Rice
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phone, checked the time—ten-thirty—and called Thyme.
When she didn’t answer again, he used his master key and let himself into the suite. Something wasn’t right. Armand said he’d dropped the girls off before dinner and they hadn’t left the resort since. Sure, it was late, but Thyme should still answer her phone.
A quick glance in the kitchen proved Armand right. The dinner dishes were stacked in the strainer beside the sink. The living room was empty. Not wanting to wake Maddie, he slipped off his Italian loafers and walked toward the master suite.
Peeking in on Thyme while she slept seemed a bit inappropriate, but he needed to talk with her. To know how Maddie was doing.
How Thyme was doing.
The door was slightly ajar, moonbeams caressing the back wall giving him just enough light to see a small form in the giant bed. An uncontrollable and protective urge took over. Needing to see that Thyme was alive and well, he inched closer to the bed and peered down at the tangle of…blonde hair?
Maddie slept in fetal position, tightly spooning Doggy. She must have been afraid, or sad, and asked to sleep with Thyme. He looked around the room and saw no sign of the nanny, but signs of Maddie were everywhere. A discarded top, a pile of ribbons on the dresser, her wet bathing suit draped over the railing outside.
Nothing of Thyme’s. How odd.
Slowly, Grayson backed out of the room, closing the door slightly before walking to the other end of the suite. Had Thyme taken the guest room and given Maddie the master?
An unfamiliar tug pulled at his chest. Needing to ignore it, he poked his head into the guest room. The door stood wide open yet he was clearly crossing a few boundaries by peeking into the bedrooms. He did a quick check of the bed—empty. The lacy red bra draped over the back of the chaise lounge and the scent of citrus in the air told him his shapely nanny had taken residence in the less extravagant bedroom.
The unfamiliar tug occurred again. Backing away from the door, he went back to the living room and ran his hands down his face. Where the hell was his nanny? And why was his daughter sleeping in an unguarded apartment where anyone could come in and…do exactly what he just did.
Creepy? No, being the responsible guardian. Something Thyme Wilde surely wasn’t. There was no way he could leave Maddie untended. He loosened his tie and sat at the edge of the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his eyes. The moonbeams created a fantastic light show as they bounced off the ocean and the pool and the…hot tub.
Wow. Hot tubs had never, ever looked as appealing as the one outside. A mass of curly brown hair sat piled high on her head while her sun-kissed neck and chest glowed in the moonrays. Her arms were outstretched, propped up on the side of the tub, her head tilted back as if she were sleeping.
Which she probably was, or she’d be giving him the third degree about breaking into her suite.
Should he slip out and hope to go unnoticed? Clear his throat to announce his arrival? Save her from drowning? Provide her with mouth-to-mouth?
Conflicting thoughts ran through his head. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to wake her and help her to bed.
Grayson’s legs moved in one direction while his brain told him to go the other way—out the door. He stepped into the cool night air and sucked in a breath as he looked down at Thyme.
Naked. Gloriously, wonderfully, beautifully naked. Again, he didn’t listen to his brain, which told him to look away. Instead he stared, starting with the slender hollow of her neck and working his way down her chest.
Stop. Go. Stop. Yes, his gaze stopped—he was a male, after all—and took in the fullness of her breasts. They were mostly submerged underwater, but the tops of her breasts bobbed to the surface, making his tongue, and other parts of his body, swell as well.
He’d never seen a body like hers before. At least not naked. The women he dated were
When she didn’t answer again, he used his master key and let himself into the suite. Something wasn’t right. Armand said he’d dropped the girls off before dinner and they hadn’t left the resort since. Sure, it was late, but Thyme should still answer her phone.
A quick glance in the kitchen proved Armand right. The dinner dishes were stacked in the strainer beside the sink. The living room was empty. Not wanting to wake Maddie, he slipped off his Italian loafers and walked toward the master suite.
Peeking in on Thyme while she slept seemed a bit inappropriate, but he needed to talk with her. To know how Maddie was doing.
How Thyme was doing.
The door was slightly ajar, moonbeams caressing the back wall giving him just enough light to see a small form in the giant bed. An uncontrollable and protective urge took over. Needing to see that Thyme was alive and well, he inched closer to the bed and peered down at the tangle of…blonde hair?
Maddie slept in fetal position, tightly spooning Doggy. She must have been afraid, or sad, and asked to sleep with Thyme. He looked around the room and saw no sign of the nanny, but signs of Maddie were everywhere. A discarded top, a pile of ribbons on the dresser, her wet bathing suit draped over the railing outside.
Nothing of Thyme’s. How odd.
Slowly, Grayson backed out of the room, closing the door slightly before walking to the other end of the suite. Had Thyme taken the guest room and given Maddie the master?
An unfamiliar tug pulled at his chest. Needing to ignore it, he poked his head into the guest room. The door stood wide open yet he was clearly crossing a few boundaries by peeking into the bedrooms. He did a quick check of the bed—empty. The lacy red bra draped over the back of the chaise lounge and the scent of citrus in the air told him his shapely nanny had taken residence in the less extravagant bedroom.
The unfamiliar tug occurred again. Backing away from the door, he went back to the living room and ran his hands down his face. Where the hell was his nanny? And why was his daughter sleeping in an unguarded apartment where anyone could come in and…do exactly what he just did.
Creepy? No, being the responsible guardian. Something Thyme Wilde surely wasn’t. There was no way he could leave Maddie untended. He loosened his tie and sat at the edge of the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his eyes. The moonbeams created a fantastic light show as they bounced off the ocean and the pool and the…hot tub.
Wow. Hot tubs had never, ever looked as appealing as the one outside. A mass of curly brown hair sat piled high on her head while her sun-kissed neck and chest glowed in the moonrays. Her arms were outstretched, propped up on the side of the tub, her head tilted back as if she were sleeping.
Which she probably was, or she’d be giving him the third degree about breaking into her suite.
Should he slip out and hope to go unnoticed? Clear his throat to announce his arrival? Save her from drowning? Provide her with mouth-to-mouth?
Conflicting thoughts ran through his head. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to wake her and help her to bed.
Grayson’s legs moved in one direction while his brain told him to go the other way—out the door. He stepped into the cool night air and sucked in a breath as he looked down at Thyme.
Naked. Gloriously, wonderfully, beautifully naked. Again, he didn’t listen to his brain, which told him to look away. Instead he stared, starting with the slender hollow of her neck and working his way down her chest.
Stop. Go. Stop. Yes, his gaze stopped—he was a male, after all—and took in the fullness of her breasts. They were mostly submerged underwater, but the tops of her breasts bobbed to the surface, making his tongue, and other parts of his body, swell as well.
He’d never seen a body like hers before. At least not naked. The women he dated were
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