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He ripped his gaze up from her lips and
speared her with his stare. There wasn’t any disguising the raw hunger in
there, and she tightened her core, need throbbing through her.
“Nate.”
Her voice was low and breathy. Hell, it
held a need all its own.
Instead of kissing her, he backed off. She
wanted to swear and kick him. How dare he leave her like this, hot
and wanting.
Moments later, Angela strolled in the
kitchen. Her blue gaze snapped between the two of them.
“What’s going on in here?”
Old resentment that Leandra felt toward her
since the date she learned Angela was the one he left the ranch to see
rose swiftly.
“Can I get you something, Ms. Cricton?”
That haughty stare zipped to focus on her. “Supper will be ready in
fifteen minutes.”
“I need a word with Nate.” A sniff.
“Alone.”
“I suggest you take it to the living room
then, I have a meal to complete.” The moment the phrase slipped free, she
realized her mistake. He could fire her for that and then where would she
be? Further from her dream.
It had to have been her imagination, but
she swore his lips twitched when Angela wasn’t looking. She flounced out
of the room and with a lingering stare over Lee, he followed.
So close, she bemoaned. He’d been so damn
close to her. She could have kissed him. As it was, she felt him.
Everywhere. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more of that. More of him
surrounding her with not just his presence but also his heat. |
