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James Cavanaugh leaned against the counter in a way that was both causal and sexy. “So, who you got joining you this fine morning?”
“No one,” Sheridan said, confused and slightly flustered. He hadn’t shaved, and the day’s growth of beard really set off his lips. Made them look fuller and...
“You sure about that?” he asked, cutting into her inane thoughts.
“What do you mean?” Stop looking at his lips, Sheridan.
“It’s just that I heard your order and...” he trailed off, lifted one chestnut eyebrow.
Heat slammed into her cheeks, and she bolted back to reality. She knew exactly what he was insinuating. Jerk. Hot and sexy jerk. She lifted her chin and gave him her most imperious glare. “For your information, sir, I missed dinner last night. I’m very hungry.”
He just stared at her, his eyes glittering with amusement.
“And,” she continued, “pointing out that my order sounds like it’s for two people is rude and unbecoming a gentleman.”
One tawny eyebrow lifted. “Who said I was a gentleman?”
She rolled her eyes with impatience, but inside her belly things were a’tingling. “No one. I just assumed.”
“Well, you know what they say about assuming things, Miss O’Neil.”
“That it’s the surest way to make an accurate judgment call on someone or something?” she fired back.
Both brows went up. Then he started to laugh. It was a rare sound, and its husky quality drowned out all the other voices in the diner and coiled around Sheridan like a blanket. Or a snake.
“You gonna ask me to sit down?” he said after a moment.
Oh hell., that sounded good. Him beside her. His eyes holding her captive. “Why? So you can insult me further? Maybe while I’m consuming a haystack of pancakes and an entire side of pork?”
He laughed. “Come on, Sheridan. I was just playin with you.”
Oh hell times two, that sounded even better. “Sure. So much fun.”
“Frankly, I’m glad you’re tuckin in.” His eyes moved lazily down her body. “You could use a little meat on your bones.”
Heat flickered through her. “My bones?” she repeated tightly.
“Don’t get me wrong...” His lips twitched. “You look damn fine coming and going, but I’m bettin I could carry you soaking wet and fully clothed all the way from here to Dallas.”
Well, isn’t that sweet. “Well, aren’t you sweet.”
Laura Wright is passionate about romantic fiction. Though she has spent most of her life immersed in acting, singing, and competitive ballroom dancing, when she found the world of writing and books and endless cups of coffee, she knew she was home. Laura lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young children, and three lovable dogs.