nice. You’ll love Mrs. McCall. She makes the best scones this side of the pond.”
Mrs. McCall blushed. “Oh, you’re too kind. Thank you.”
“No need to tell me about her scones.” Sierra smiled and patted Mrs. McCall’s arm. “I’ve been eating Mrs. McCall’s scones since I was a little girl visiting her with my mother. And you’re right. They’re wonderful.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” Mrs. McCall smiled and pushed back her shoulders. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my program is coming on television and I don’t want to miss it.” She winked. “An old woman needs something to look forward to.” She scurried away, entering a door marked Private.
“Let me help you.” T-Rex grabbed the handles of the suitcases.
“I can do that,” Sierra said, reaching for the cases.
“I know you can. But we’ve already had this discussion about chivalry. It isn’t dead. At least not where I’m concerned. My mother taught me better.” He headed for the stairs. “What room?”
She gave him the number, and his brows rose. It was the room next to his. He wanted to groan, but he didn’t say anything. She’d find out soon enough.
For a man who didn’t want to start something with the pretty day care employee, the odds were stacking against him.
“I didn’t know you were staying here,” she said as she followed him up the stairs.
“In a town as small as Grizzly Pass, the lack of hotels forced us to scatter out among the few privately owned establishments.” He stopped in front of the door to her room and stepped back to allow her to use her key in the lock.
She entered and held the door for him to carry her luggage through.
T-Rex set the two cases on the wooden floor and turned. “Welcome to the McCall house.”
Sierra giggled. “You don’t look like a bellboy, but I appreciate the help.” She reached her hand into her purse and dug around. “What do you require in the way of a tip?”
He laid his hand on her arm. “No money. Just this.” Before he could stop to question his motives, he lifted her chin with the tip of his finger and claimed that kiss he’d been thinking about since she’d left him at the community center. One quick, toe-curling kiss. That was all he wanted and he’d be out of her way.
But it didn’t happen like he planned. As soon as his lips touched hers, fire exploded in his belly and his blood ran like heated mercury through his veins, angling downward to his groin.
He raised his other hand, cupped the back of her head and deepened the connection.
She laid her hands on his chest, but she didn’t push him away.
And he was glad she didn’t. Because, now that he was kissing her, he didn’t want it to end.
* * *
SIERRA HAD BEEN shocked and tinglingly aware of the man when he’d stepped through the front door of the bed-and-breakfast. She’d completely forgotten what she’d been saying to Mrs. McCall. All she’d been able to do was stand there and stare at the broad-shouldered hero with the reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes, and just barely been able to stop herself from drooling. He was the kind of man every girl dreamed of. Tall, dark, handsome and willing to fight for her honor.
Now he stood in her room, kissing her. Her knees trembled and she curled her fingers into his shirt, pulling him closer. She raised up on her toes, deepening the kiss of all kisses. Clay had never kissed her like this. Like she was special and the only person in the world. She pressed her body into T-Rex, loving the hardness of his muscles against her soft curves. He was a man a woman could lean on in tough times. He didn’t need to have his ego stroked to make him feel more of a man.
His tongue darted out, tracing the line of her lips. She couldn’t resist him, opening her mouth to allow him in. Part of her felt a little guilty. She had to remind herself she was single now. She could kiss anyone she liked. And she liked kissing this one.
He caressed her tongue with his, gliding in and out, taking her along on a rising wave of passion. The only thing that could have been better about that kiss was if they were both naked. Skin to skin.
Heat built low in her belly. An intense ache made her sex clench and her body long for more. She felt more alive than she had in years, and it was all due to this stranger, who asked for a kiss for his tip.
All too soon, T-Rex lifted his head.
Sierra dropped back onto her heels and glanced down at where her hands crumpled his shirt. She licked her swollen lips, tasting him on them. “Well, that was quite the tip,” she managed to say, appalled at how squeaky her voice sounded.
“I’d apologize,” he said, his tone low and husky. “But I can’t. That was incredible.”
She nodded and dared to look up into his eyes. Then reality set in. Having divorced only six months before, she wasn’t sure she was ready to get right back into a relationship. If anything, her seven years of marriage to Clay had convinced her that she wasn’t very good at long-term commitment, or was she just terrible at choosing the right man for her? Either way, it was too soon.
Sierra backed away. “I have to ask you not to do that again.”
He nodded. “Agreed. It wouldn’t be a good idea for you to get involved with me. I won’t be around for long, and, despite our little charade, I’m not very good boyfriend material.”
Sierra hadn’t expected him to agree with her so quickly. Disappointment filled her chest. Pushing back her shoulders, she lifted her chin. Why should she care? He’d only confirmed her desire to avoid anything sticky growing between them. Still...
He turned and walked toward the door.
Before he crossed the threshold, she asked, “Why?”
He stopped and half turned toward her. “Why what?”
“Why do you make bad boyfriend material?” She shouldn’t be interested in his answer, but she was and she waited for his response.
He shook his head, a hint of a smile tilting his lips. “Trust me. I’m no good for you, or any other woman.” With that, he walked out of the room and shut the door.
All of the starch leached out of Sierra’s shoulders and she sagged, raising her fingers to her mouth. Holy hell, the man could kiss. Her brows dipped and her eyes narrowed. And what kind of nonanswer was that? I’m no good for you, or any other woman.
Her curiosity aroused and left unsatisfied, she yanked one of the suitcases up onto the bed and began the task of unpacking. Within minutes, she had both cases emptied and her meager belongings stored in the dresser and closet. Six months ago, she’d left most of what she owned with Clay, taking only what she could carry in the cases. The apartment she’d been living in had come fully furnished. Unfortunately, the roof had sprung a leak in the last rain. Not only had they had to repair the roof, they’d had to rip out the drywall and flooring due to water damage and mold. She wouldn’t be allowed back into the apartment until they’d completed all of the repairs and mold remediation. Thus, the move to the bed-and-breakfast.
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