Page 17 of Over the Line


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But I don’t go far before I find it hard to keep my feet moving again.

This time drawn in by a massive family room with a huge fireplace that’s covered in stone from floor to ceiling.

“Woof!”

“Focus,” I whisper, gaze whipping through the room, spotting the hallway on the other side of the enormous space and hurrying toward the sounds of Steve’s outrage.

“Woof! Woof!Woof!”

I turn and look, spot Lake scowling at the end of the hall, just outside an open door.

And he’s shirtless.

Sweet baby Jesus, I’dneverseen a man with a body like that—not outside of an underwear ad anyway. It’s like he’s my own private peep show as I move closer. He’s got his hands on his hips, expression brooding, jeans riding low and giving me a glimpse of the tight black waistband of his underwear.

Boxers? Briefs? Or boxer briefs?

Any of those options would be a gift.

Nothing at all would be better.

“Grr!”

Steve darts around him, and I see now that he has something gray in his mouth.

“Give it back,” Lake snaps, bending, and…

Holy fucking shit.

That ass is…

Heaven. Hell. Twin handfuls—and then some—of sin.

“Grr!”

“Give it to me, you little—” His head shoots up and he glares at me over his shoulder. “Want to help me, or are you going to keep staring at my ass?”

Keep staring at his ass.

Hands down.

“Nova!”he barks.

I jerk my head away from said ass and focus on his face—though, in fairness, that’s not much better, even with the beautiful features scrunched up into a fearsome scowl. “Yeah?”

“Want to give me a hand with your asshole of a dog?”

“Steve is not an asshole,” I say, lifting my chin and elbowing my way past him, bending, intending to reach down and scoop up my baby—

Who decides right then…to be an asshole.

He darts away from me, straight in through that open door…and slips beneath the huge bed that takes up most of the far wall.

I sigh, gaze accidentally connecting with Lake’s. He lifts his brows, as if to say, “See? Asshole.”

But I don’t engage, just move into the bedroom, kneel next to the bed, and peek beneath the mattress. “What does he have?”

A long pause.

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