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Now was an uncomfortable situation. That, plus his eyes couldn’t stop tracking up and down her body. Who knew Birdie McAllister had been hiding those curves all these years?
“Wh-what are you doing here? How long have you been there, Sawyer?”
“What the hell was that?” Sawyer pointed to the phone.
“What?”
“Now you listen to me carefully, Murray,” he said in a really bad French accent.
“What?” She frowned. “I wasn’t speaking Italian.”
He gave her a look, which he hoped terrified her. “That was French.”
“Really? You’re bad at it.”
“You called him my potato, and that was after my little cabbage. I don’t think you’re in any place to talk.”
She frowned and then looked at the book on the table.
“Birdie. What the hell is going on?”
“Nothing.” She straightened, her eyes now on his chest. “Why are you here, Sawyer?”
“Your head is bleeding.” He said watching as it trickled down her forehead.
“Damn that screw sticking out. I always hit my head on it.”
“Then fix it,” Sawyer said.
“As if it’s that easy.” She shuffled left and bolted for the kitchen.
He followed. “It is that easy. You screw it in or out. Now back to the dirty French-speaking shit. What was that about?”
She was opening and closing cupboards randomly. Sawyer admired her very nice ass again before grabbing a white cloth off the bench. He moved closer.
“What are you doing?” She backed into the cupboard.
“Putting this on your head.”
“It’s white.”
“And?”
“And it will stain, and it’s not for blood!” Her voice had risen several octaves.
“You have cloths especially for blood? What the hell else don’t I know about you?”
A breath hissed out of her mouth. “The point is, blood will be hard to get out of this cloth.”
Ignoring her, Sawyer placed it gently on her head. “Hold it there.”
She did, and he stepped back a few paces because she smelled good. Something soft and flowery that had his body stirring.
“What was that conversation with Murray about?”
Birdie was looking at his chest again. “Coffee?”
“No.”
