by the sight of her slim white hand in his large, suntanned grip. She could see little hairs on the back of his hand, bleached to gold by the sun. A faint trace of the fresh, lemon-scented soap he’d used in the shower still clung to his skin and his work-roughened thumb continued to move slowly over her hand, making her feel shivery and breathless.
‘Gem.’ His gruff voice barely reached her over the savage drumbeat in her ears.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.
‘Gemma,’ he said again, and his other hand reached under her chin, forcing her head up until their eyes met. Max was looking as startled as she felt. His breathing sounded just as hectic.
When his fingers began to trace ever so gently the outline of her face, she could feel her skin flame at his touch.
‘Gemma Brown,’ he whispered, ‘whether you like it or not, I’m going to keep watching you…just like I always have.’
And the moment was spoiled. Gemma was embarrassingly disappointed.
‘For Pete’s sake!’ she exclaimed, wrenching her hand out of his grasp and pulling right away from him. She was fearfully angry with him and she wasn’t quite sure why. ‘You are not my brother, my bodyguard or my guardian angel!’ For a dreadful moment she thought she might burst into tears. ‘Go paint some more walls. Get a life, Max, and leave me to get on with mine!’
This time she didn’t care about good manners. Gemma rushed out of the kitchen and left him with the dirty dishes.
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