eyes had darkened with desire.
She propped her bare feet on the coffee table, curling her toes around the edge. “Who said anything about getting involved? A kiss, Cooper. One simple, harmless kiss.”
Cooper doubted there’d be anything simple or harmless about it. The last thing he needed was to be lusting after some hot number looking to experience a little excitement, no matter how much sleep he’d lost during the night just thinking about her. That fact alone should have had him tossing Miss Brazen and Buxom out on her deliciously feminine posterior.
The Wildes had a history of obsessing over the opposite sex. As a kid, he’d watched his mother go from one man to the next. With each new love affair, Helena Wilde had been convinced that her new man was “the one.” She would forget about everything else, her illegitimate son included.
His uncle hadn’t been any better, and Cooper learned at an early age that love created distractions, often times with disastrous results. Those lessons had taught him well, so well that he tended to keep his distance, never allowing himself to get too close or too tied up by any one woman. That code had protected him for many years, and from what he’d seen thus far, despite her claims of non-involvement, Carly had involvement written all over her in pretty, feminine script.
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