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She’d often been in places where politics and religion were conversational no-nos, but the weather was usually good neutral ground.
Except in Saudi Arabia—where politics and religion had definitely been out—and where there had been no weather to speak of. There, she usually fell back on American films. Everybody in Saudi Arabia, from the lowliest camel driver on up, had a DVD player and was absolutely hooked on Hollywood’s finest.
But now she had no idea how to talk to Sam Cooper. She had attacked him, been rescued from freezing to death by him, had sobbed all over him, had given him an erection, in return had felt incredibly intense stabs of lust for him and she still didn’t have the faintest idea what to say to him.
She didn’t have the energy to lie and the truth was too dangerous. There was a reason she was in such turmoil, jumping at shadows. A reason why her nerves were on a hair-trigger. A reason why she was so insane as to be able to fall in lust with a man she didn’t know. But she couldn’t say it. Davis had been quite clear on that point. Her life depended on no one knowing she was in the Witness Security Program.
Silence. Cooper watched her out of expressionless dark eyes. She had no idea at all what he was thinking. It couldn’t be good, though.
“I can’t talk about it,” she blurted out when the silence began to be embarrassing. She lifted her chin.
Cooper nodded his head once, gravely, as if that were the most reasonable statement he’d ever heard and Julia slumped in relief.
She jumped when something cold and wet poked at her hand.
“Oh!” Julia bent over the arm of the chair and looked down into soulful brown eyes. It was crazy, probably induced by stress and alcohol, but she had the feeling that the dog understood everything she was going through. He gazed at her adoringly, then licked her hand. There wasn’t a human being on earth who would have licked her hand in gratitude for leftover tuna salad and an old blanket.
“Do you repair animals as well as plumbing, Mr….ahm…Cooper?”
“Just Cooper’ll do, ma’am.”
He rose easily from the armchair, which was no mean feat. Julia knew the springs on that armchair were broken. She had struggled more than once to get out of it. Had she been a little less befuddled, she would have warned Cooper that he was sitting in a man-eating armchair. But Cooper rose out of it just as smoothly as if the chair had lifted itself up to tip him out, which meant that he had fantastic abdominals to go with the amazing thigh muscles. Actually, Julia thought abstractedly, as Cooper bent over the dog, he had fantastic everything.
He moved with an incredibly lithe, powerful grace. Long lean hard muscles showed through the black sweater. His hands moving gently over the dog were large, long-fingered, graceful. When he hunkered down to murmur softly to the dog, Julia was drawn again to those thighs. How did anyone develop thigh muscles like that? Well, he bred horses for a living, so he probably rode a lot.
Julia had a sudden searing vision of Cooper riding her , those incredible thighs flexing strongly as he…
Cooper looked up at her and Julia blushed furiously, the blood pumping hard and hot from her chest up into her face. Oh, God , she hoped he wasn’t a mind reader.
His big hand was fondling the top of the stray dog’s head and she grabbed the chance to focus on something other than this man’s thighs. And worse…what was between them.
“The dog’s not really mine, you know. I’ve seen him around for days. He’s been scrounging food from the garbage bin for a few days and I’ve been shooing him off, but this evening when I came home after…” … after braining you with a pumpkin …
Julia blinked and felt the blood pour back up into her face.
Cooper gave no notice. Those large, gorgeous male hands were running over the dog’s body and stopped at the right foreleg.
“I noticed that too. Is it broken?” Julia peered over
Except in Saudi Arabia—where politics and religion had definitely been out—and where there had been no weather to speak of. There, she usually fell back on American films. Everybody in Saudi Arabia, from the lowliest camel driver on up, had a DVD player and was absolutely hooked on Hollywood’s finest.
But now she had no idea how to talk to Sam Cooper. She had attacked him, been rescued from freezing to death by him, had sobbed all over him, had given him an erection, in return had felt incredibly intense stabs of lust for him and she still didn’t have the faintest idea what to say to him.
She didn’t have the energy to lie and the truth was too dangerous. There was a reason she was in such turmoil, jumping at shadows. A reason why her nerves were on a hair-trigger. A reason why she was so insane as to be able to fall in lust with a man she didn’t know. But she couldn’t say it. Davis had been quite clear on that point. Her life depended on no one knowing she was in the Witness Security Program.
Silence. Cooper watched her out of expressionless dark eyes. She had no idea at all what he was thinking. It couldn’t be good, though.
“I can’t talk about it,” she blurted out when the silence began to be embarrassing. She lifted her chin.
Cooper nodded his head once, gravely, as if that were the most reasonable statement he’d ever heard and Julia slumped in relief.
She jumped when something cold and wet poked at her hand.
“Oh!” Julia bent over the arm of the chair and looked down into soulful brown eyes. It was crazy, probably induced by stress and alcohol, but she had the feeling that the dog understood everything she was going through. He gazed at her adoringly, then licked her hand. There wasn’t a human being on earth who would have licked her hand in gratitude for leftover tuna salad and an old blanket.
“Do you repair animals as well as plumbing, Mr….ahm…Cooper?”
“Just Cooper’ll do, ma’am.”
He rose easily from the armchair, which was no mean feat. Julia knew the springs on that armchair were broken. She had struggled more than once to get out of it. Had she been a little less befuddled, she would have warned Cooper that he was sitting in a man-eating armchair. But Cooper rose out of it just as smoothly as if the chair had lifted itself up to tip him out, which meant that he had fantastic abdominals to go with the amazing thigh muscles. Actually, Julia thought abstractedly, as Cooper bent over the dog, he had fantastic everything.
He moved with an incredibly lithe, powerful grace. Long lean hard muscles showed through the black sweater. His hands moving gently over the dog were large, long-fingered, graceful. When he hunkered down to murmur softly to the dog, Julia was drawn again to those thighs. How did anyone develop thigh muscles like that? Well, he bred horses for a living, so he probably rode a lot.
Julia had a sudden searing vision of Cooper riding her , those incredible thighs flexing strongly as he…
Cooper looked up at her and Julia blushed furiously, the blood pumping hard and hot from her chest up into her face. Oh, God , she hoped he wasn’t a mind reader.
His big hand was fondling the top of the stray dog’s head and she grabbed the chance to focus on something other than this man’s thighs. And worse…what was between them.
“The dog’s not really mine, you know. I’ve seen him around for days. He’s been scrounging food from the garbage bin for a few days and I’ve been shooing him off, but this evening when I came home after…” … after braining you with a pumpkin …
Julia blinked and felt the blood pour back up into her face.
Cooper gave no notice. Those large, gorgeous male hands were running over the dog’s body and stopped at the right foreleg.
“I noticed that too. Is it broken?” Julia peered over
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