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The second he stepped inside, steam swirled around him. Across the room, a mirage of rich moist skin appeared as if in a dream. Long slender legs, hips, breasts, arms, stepped from behind the shower curtain. Gabby’s outstretched arm was as seductive as hell as she blindly searched for, and retrieved, a towel. She didn’t see him until she stepped from the tub while wrapping the large white towel around her gleaming body. She slowly tucked the ends into the folds that barely covered her moistened and full breasts.Chad gulped.Gabriella turned, looked up, and froze.Chad couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. After thinking about her all night, seeing her undressed and dripping wet with bubbles sliding down her enticing body, his mind raced. His heart flipped over in his chest. His lower extremities hardened.His dreams of her did not do her justice, nor did beautiful describe the golden goddess standing before him. The towel did nothing to hide her curves, which he could see were in all the right places. She wrapped the towel tighter around her wet, shower-spattered body, droplets clinging to her moist skin. But it was too late. Her naked body was etched in his memory forever. He didn’t want to apologize, but it was the right thing to do.She stared at him for a second longer.“Do you mind?” she whispered, her tone exasperated as water dripped and pooled around her bare feet on the floor.Chad found it hard to speak.Living with Gabriella Rumsey the next two weeks, a stone’s throw from his bedroom, was going to be hell.
Mark held Bailee close to his chest as her body trembled. He caressed her back, whispered in her ear. This had to be some type of dream he was in. He couldn’t believe this was really happening, that she was here with him again—naked and wanting his touch. Two days ago, he hadn’t seen this woman from his past in over ten years.
When she seemed to catch her breath again, he said. “How about I get your robe and help you out of this tub?”
She immediately stiffened. Her head lifted and she looked up at him as if just realizing what had happened. “Oh, my God.”
She tried to wiggle away from him, but he held her tight.
“No, don’t. Listen to me. Listen, shhh.” He lifted her chin with one finger to force her to look up at him. He kept one hand firmly on her bare hip to hold her place.
“I’m sorry, this is wrong. I know it sounds like a lame excuse but the wine went to my head and…” She pushed against him to get away.
Her wiggling against the part of him that was already aching wasn’t a good thing, but he tried to force his attention on her feelings and not what he wanted her to feel. He touched his index finger to her soft, plump lips. “It’s okay. If you can’t trust me, who can you trust?”
Review by Melissa Snark:So the sheriff was married. Had a little girl too. She was cute as a button with rosy cheeks and big blue eyes, a brighter blue than her father’s. As if the little girl sensed someone staring at her, she turned. Her gaze fastened onto JoBeth before widening in surprise.She tilted her head to the side then squealed in delight, clapping her hands together as if someone handed her a present. “She’s here. She’s really here.”JoBeth’s brows drew together in a frown. She turned to look beside her, half expecting someone to be standing next to the cot. Her gaze fastened onto the little girl once more with a frown.“Now, Emma, don’t be making this out to be something it’s not.”Her hand went to her mouth, cupping it as if she were going to whisper, but her voice rang clear as day. “She has dark hair and green eyes. Didn’t you notice?”JoBeth looked at Jace and by damn he turned two shades of red. Interesting. She looked at Emma again. Who did the child think she was?”“That’s enough, Emma. We’ll talk about this later.”“But she’s my Christmas present.” Her hands flew to her waist and she stomped her foot with indignation.JoBeth’s brows rose on their own accord. A Christmas present, now this she had to hear.“I tell you, Emma Kelly, you’re faster than anyone I know.” An older woman with gray hair and round figure strolled in with purpose. “You can’t be bothering your Papa at work.”“Oh, he don’t mind. Do you, Papa?” She looked up at him with her baby blues.Good Lord, JoBeth thought. Even she’d be hard press not to fall for the sweet-as-pie expression the child gave her father.“No, I don’t mind, darlin’.” He patted her head. His lips curved into a smile, but his eyes said it all. He loved his little girl.“See.” Emma faced the older woman again. “He don’t mind.” Now she leaned close to Mrs. Gunthry as if to tell her a secret, but obviously no one explained the art of whispering. “Did you see? She’s here.”“Who’s here?” Mrs. Gunthry asked, looking at the sheriff for the explanation.“No one,” the sheriff insisted, his skin still sported a nice crimson color.The child simply would not take the hint. “My mama, she’s here.” Emma looked right at JoBeth and pointed her finger.JoBeth thought the sheriff would have liked to hide under his wood carved desk, but the man apparently didn’t high-tale it at the first sign of trouble. His gaze wavered over to her with an apologetic shrug.
JoBeth chuckled, enjoying the sheriff’s discomfort. “Please do tell, Sheriff. Why would such a sweet angel think I’m her mother?” Her fingers feathered down her dirt-worn threads. She hadn’t heard a good story in a long time and this one ought to be good.Mrs. Gunthry looked uncomfortable and pulled the child closer to her, making JoBeth laugh even harder.
“My, my, do you think I can slink through the bars here and steal the child away?”Emma shrugged out of Mrs. Gunthry’s arms. “Can you truly slink through bars?” Her blue eyes widened with awe.
For a moment, JoBeth lost her haughty disposition wondering if she’d ever been so innocent. Then her features hardened. It was better this child knew now there were monsters in the world. She threw her legs over the edge of the cot and stood. Her steps took her to the bars. Her lips curved into a smile and she outstretched her hand. “Come here, child, and let’s give it a try, shall we?”Emma only took a step before her father’s hand flew out and snagged the child by the cuff of her jacket, bringing her back to safety. “You go home with Mrs. Gunthry, Emma. I’ll be along later.”