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“Whiskey Morgan! How is this even possible?”
Sweet Jesus.TheWhiskey Morgan? How the hell did she not recognize him?
“Holy crap!”
No wonder she was ready to jump him the second he held her close. She’d always been ready for the man, and didn’t that just make her weaker than a wet noodle?
God, he must think she’s an idiot. Shewasan idiot.
Here she is fur covered, wearing her coffee and offering cherry poppers and her high school crush was living it up in a three-piece suitandcould still make a girl want to say yes to anything. He could ask her back to his hotel right now with all that swagger and she’d say yes.
Her palm itched to do an epic faceplant right about now.
Oh God, help her against those sexy honey-gold brown eyes rimmed with the thickest set of black lashes she’d ever seen on a man. Because if the past had anything to say, it would spill the truth on just how weak at the knees he made her.
Play it cool, she mentally instructed herself.
“What the hell! When did you get back into town? You’ve been gone for forever. Why didn’t you say something sooner? Like when you had your arm around me and my boobs greeting you?”
Whiskey blew out a breath and laughed.
Oh holy hotness, that sound did things to her no man should have the power to do to a woman.
He cocked a smirk. “It was worth seeing you all flustered and that cute little smile on your face. Plus, I like seeing that pretty flush on your face, Ms. Summers.”
Now he was just teasing.
Before she could react to that, he pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her and hugged her tight. And just like always, she fit perfectly.
“God, you smell good and feel better, sweetheart. It’s been a long time since I had you in my arms. Too long.”
He grunted and tightened his arms around her a little bit more. All of him pressed into all of her and she couldn’t lie. He felt good. Every hard angle found all her softer parts and she melted a little more against her better judgment.
“I’ve missed you too,” she whispered into the groove of his neck, her lips brushing against his skin.
“Hmm, that feels good.”
She hadn’t meant to but couldn’t stop herself from kissing the soft skin right above the rim of his collar.
And his voice. The light, deep chuckle.
Her eyes drifted closed.
The sort of deep, warm laugh that did strange things to a girl’s heart and body. Why? At twenty-five years old she still didn’t have an answer to that question. Why her body craved this man so much. But when this man laughed with such easy fit-him-like-a-glove confidence, it made her heart pound in a way that wanted to saymine. She didn’t know how else to describe the weird sensations that made her cheeks blush and her lips glide into a comfortable smile of their own. Or her breasts grow heavy and nipples harden into tight peaks.
She pulled back and told herself to not stare at the sexy cleft in his chin or the way it dipped when he spoke. No. The smart answer here was to forget the past, the way he used to make her body feel and stick to her deadline.
“What’s this little guy’s name?” he asked smoothly.
“Sir Pugly Gilbert,” she answered off hand still reeling from being in Whiskey’s arms again.
“Odd name, but cute,” he gruffed.
“I believe I owe you a big thank-you. That was about to turn really ugly faster than I care to think about.”
She took her eyes off the pug to find Whiskey smiling down at her. He wore a soft grin that lit his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. It’s me who should thank you. I am the one with a gorgeous woman hanging onto me after all. You’re okay, right? You didn’t get hurt?”
The hand on her lower back pressed a little firmer and tightened just slightly giving her the feeling of security. She cleared her throat and stepped back.
