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Daniel shook his head. “Not one bit. Maybe we should have told them that story.”
She raised a questioning brow. “Why?”
“Well, we have reasons to be thankful to Miss Hester, don’t we? If she hadn’t been such a skinflint, the sidewalk at the church would have been salted, you wouldn’t have fallen, and I wouldn’t have swooped in to rescue you.”
She gave him a tremulous smile as the weight of everything began to descend on her shoulders. “You’re exactly right.” Then, as nervous tears rose to her eyes, she added, “So will you testify to that at my trial?”
He drew her tightly in his arms, cradling her head and whispering sweet murmurs of support as Sophie gave in and truly cried for the first time all week.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AS HE’D PROMISED, Mick practically took up residence in the trailer on the set ofKilling Time in a Small Town. He had a cell phone to keep in touch with his clients and the other agents from the office. When he had a showing, he scheduled it to coincide with taping, so Caroline wouldn’t be by herself.
Renauld Watson had given him a few annoyed looks. The guy had never forgiven him for not being wowed by his celebrity. Mick had simply crossed his arms and raised a brow, daring the cocky little bastard to say one word about him being here, protecting Caroline. Who, he had to admit, didn’t seem to need his protection, but did seem to like having him around for occasional shoulder rubs and makeout sessions on the loveseat.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered against his lips as they curled up together Thursday morning. “Anyone could come in.”
“I know. That’s part of the turn-on,” he whispered as he teased her into opening her mouth for him to deepen the kiss.
When she did, their tongues met in a slow, lazy dance of warm desire. He’d just made love to her last night, a passionate, frenzied kind of love. But now he wanted her again. Wanted to go slowly, inhale every inch of her soft skin and savor the sounds she made. He loved her little hitchy sigh the best, even better than when she cried out and moaned. The helpless sigh always welcomed him home when he entered her, either in a deep, fast plunge, or a slow, gentle joining.
She wriggled on his lap, upping the pleasure, increasing the heat that had already begun to center there. “Have I told you how much I love your legs?” he asked, sliding his hand under her short skirt to tease the soft skin of her thigh.
“Considering you had a pretty good glimpse of them up my dress the night you hid in the storage closet in the dorm, I had to assume you did.”
He chuckled, remembering that long-ago night when he’d been hiding out from two girls in the dorm. He’d been knocked out by Caroline from the first time they’d met. A goner that night when she’d looked down at him hiding in the closet and called him a dog right to his face. But she hadn’t ratted him out.
“I love more than your legs,” he said, giving her teasing little kisses on the corner of her lips, then her cheek, chin and, finally, her throat. She moaned softly and arched farther back to give him access.
“I love your hips,” he said as he nibbled just below her ear. He raised his hand higher, cupping her hip, running a teasing finger beneath the elastic edge of her panties. “I love holding your hips to keep you steady when you’re on top of me.” He brushed a fingertip against the crease of her sex. “I especially love holding you steady because you’re sitting on my face.”
A flush rose in her cheeks. He laughed at the sign of embarrassment. How on earth she could be embarrassed around him after everything they’d shared, he had no idea. “I’m not teasing you. You’re beautiful. That’s one of the best views of my life—looking up and seeing your hair tangled around your face, your head thrown back, your eyes closed.
She shook in his arms, and Mick realized he’d taken this office play session a bit too far. He was hard and hot and ready, wanting nothing more than to flip her skirt up, tear her little panties down and plunge into her, right here, right now.
“We have to stop,” she mumbled, pulling away to look down at him with lethargic, lust-glazed eyes.
“That door needs a damn lock.”
The minute the words left his mouth, the doorknob turned. Caroline gasped and jumped up as they watched it swing open. Luckily, Renauld was yelling to someone and entered the trailer with his head turned away. Caroline had a few seconds to smooth her skirt. She managed to look calm and professional by the time the director got inside. Mick just stayed seated and willed his dick back into standby mode.
“Have you heard from the people atAmbush Magazine?” Renauld snapped to Caroline as he stalked into the trailer.
Caroline cocked her head to the side, looking confused. “Ambush?”
Renauld nodded, brushing past her to check the contents of the fax machine bin. “They’re sending someone to cover the story.”
Oh, great, Mick thought, the tabloids were in on the act.Ambushwas a newer one that specialized in getting sordid photos of famous people and digging up dirt wherever they could. If anything could kill a hard-on, it was the thought of those people digging around.
“You can’t be serious,” Caroline said. “They’re the worst kind of trash.”
“Publicity,” Renauld replied, a hint of impatience in his voice. “Even trash publicity is good publicity for a new television show.”
Caroline crossed her arms. “I disagree.”
Renauld seemed to hear the note of steel in her voice, a tone Mick had only heard her use on rare occasions. She wasn’t backing down. Renauld finally turned and gave her his full attention. Mick leaned back, crossing his arms on the back of the headrest and lacing his fingers together. This was starting to get interesting.
“Now, Caro,” the director said, sounding conciliatory, “you know we have to take whatever spotlight we can get before the premiere.”
