bit.
He followed her up the ladder, then stopped as soon as he could see her. The view was great. From here not only could he see her long tanned legs that gleamed in the sunlight, but the edge of her panties revealed by the wide leg of her shorts. Turquoise became his new favorite color.
As though she was aware he watched her, she turned around and frowned at him. “Are you going to stand there and ogle me all day? Or are you going to be a gentleman and offer me some help?” She pointed at him with the screwdriver. “One crude remark, and I’ll push you off the roof.”
He believed her. Stepping onto the roof, he grinned. “Sure, I’ll help you.” Coming to stand next to her, he held out his hand. She slapped the screwdriver into his palm along with the screws.
Very aware of her scent that teased his attraction into full alert, he set the first screw despite it being more than double the length to do the job and despite the screwdriver being the most awkward she could have chosen.
“It’s irritating that you make that look so easy,” she said.
“I’ve had a lot of practice—”
“Screwing?”
He laughed. “Yeah.” He set the next screw. “When I was a kid, I used to help my grandpa. He could build anything.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“We made a coffee table out of a pallet once. One summer, we tore down his old barn. He recycled most of the lumber. Then we rebuilt it, putting the old wood over a new frame.” He found himself thinking about the cradle they had built together. Erin had taken that with her, along with all the furniture except their bed, when she left. He finished setting the last screw and handed Dahlia back the screwdriver. “There you go.”
“Well,” Dahlia said, patting the screen. “That should at least slow somebody down.”
Jack handed her his pocketknife. “Not by much.”
As if realizing the knife could be used to split the screen, she shot him another of her dark glances. He went back down the ladder, and a second later, she followed.
“Would you like me to put the ladder away?” Before she could answer, he picked it up and waited for her. She stared at him a moment, then finally opened the door.
He headed through the house, taking the ladder back to the door where he had seen her go before. Her basement was one large, open room. Along one wall stood the washer and dryer. A rolling clothes rack was positioned nearby and contained an assortment of pants and shirts that had the fresh aroma of laundry soap. Shelves and boxes filled the rest of the room. He found an open spot along one wall and leaned the ladder against it.
Dahlia stared at the open doorway to the basement stairs, more annoyed and frustrated with the situation by the moment. She had felt in control of her life until the moment Jake Trahern had climbed into her car. Logic dictated that she couldn’t blame him, but she kept feeling that if she could just get him out of her hair, things might be okay again.
The fleeting image of some strange man in her house, touching her things and using her bathroom, which was somehow the creepiest of all, made her shudder. And now, to know that everything Jack told her was the truth. She hated that. She couldn’t even begin to explain how much she detested the conversations with the cops. Looking back, she knew just how lame and stupid her complaints sounded. She, who valued tangible evidence more than most, suspected the officer had written “nut case—watch out for this one” in the file.
Jack came up the stairs and closed the door to the basement.
“Like I said before. You can go now.” She brushed past Jack, intending to grab his pack and lead him toward the front door. The narrow galley kitchen forced her much closer to him than was comfortable. She couldn’t have said when a man ever made her feel small, and right now that was the last thing she wanted.
“And, like I told you, I’m not leaving.” He didn’t budge even an inch. He simply watched her with those brilliant blue eyes as though sorting through his options of how to handle her. That thought alone shortened her temper.
“I want you out of my house.” More annoyed by the second, her tenuous hold on her temper broke, and she pushed against his chest. “I can’t stand guys like you—macho, handsome guys who think they’re God’s gift to the world—”
“That makes us even, sugar.” He grasped her hands and thrust her away from him, somehow failing to let go of her. His glance raked down her, lingering at her breasts. “You don’t want me here and I don’t want to be here.”
“Leave!”
“I can’t.”
“You won’t.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “Won’t.”
His thumbs rubbed across the back of her hands, his hands huge and dark compared to her own. She looked up, surprised to find his gaze on her face, not on her breasts. The look in his eyes could have heated concrete. Oh, Lord, she thought. She wasn’t the only one fighting the attraction.
His brilliant eyes became impossibly brighter, and this close she could see that his lashes were as black as his hair. Somehow he seemed closer, and she decided that she must have moved because he was still as a stone.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered, then dipped his head toward her, and those brilliant eyes were shielded by his lashes. Then his mouth was on hers, the pressure teasing her senses and asking for more. For the briefest second she pushed against him, then stilled except for her pounding heart.
He had let go of her, and she could have stepped away. Only she didn’t. His lips were soft, coaxing, warm. She sighed, and he used that tiny movement to gain entrance to her mouth, his tongue tracing the sensitive inner edge of her lips before tangling with hers.
Within the onslaught she somehow became aware of her own hands, her palms against his chest. His thumbs rubbed the backs of her hands, the gentle pressure moving to the same rhythm as his tongue brushing against hers. The caress of his fingers against her hands somehow felt more intimate than any other touch she had ever received.
On a shuddering sigh she broke the kiss and looked up at him.
This was the most dangerous man she had ever met.
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