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.Soap ran in rivulets into her eyes and over her shoulders as she tugged at what he could only guess was a towel, stuck in something in the ground.He couldn’t imagine how she’d gotten herself in that predicament, but he was glad she had.Her pale skin glistened with water.The bubbles from her hair ran down her neck, over her shoulders and breasts as she tugged at the thick, white cloth.Her soft skin captivated him, called to him like a siren’s song, and before he knew what he was doing, he was already halfway across his lawn, robe in hand.What on Earth am I doing? He’d grown up with three sisters and knew she’d throw a hissy fit when she saw him.She’d probably scream and squeal and jet back into the house as red as a beet, but he couldn’t just let her stand there naked for the entire world to see.Anyone could happen along at any minute.Why doesn’t she run back into the house? He shook his head.She was probably too shocked by losing her towel to think clearly.Well, I’ll just have to come to her rescue, won’t I? He smiled.He’d wanted to meet her, and it appeared he would finally do so today.It just wasn’t the way he expected.Not that he was complaining.So as not to startle her, he approached her warily.She glanced up.“Oh great, an audience.” She groaned.She rolled her eyes as she continued to tug at the trapped towel with one hand, while trying fruitlessly to cover her generous bust with the other.Stopping just steps away from her, Jack smiled.“That wasn’t the greeting I expected,” he said with a soft laugh of disbelief.“What’d you expect?” she asked dubiously, looking up to meet his gaze, her expression clearly one of irritation.“Well … maybe some shrieking, or blushing, or some other such feminine response.After all, you are naked,” he finished with a grin as he held his robe out to her and forced himself to avert his eyes.How he managed to do so was beyond him.She was perfection.She watched him warily for a moment before reaching out to take the offered robe.Sliding her arms in, she smiled.Not a full smile, he noticed, just a small tilt at the corners of her mouth.“Running around in the nude isn’t something I do often.Sorry if I offended you.”Jack furrowed his brow.“Why would your nudity offend me?”This time, her smile reached her eyes.“Well, I had this neighbor in the city and he once saw me naked through my windows.He was very offended and made sure I knew about it.Turns out he was gay and didn’t appreciate the female form.” She finished with a shrug.“Well, I'm not gay,” Jack stated bluntly.If she’d take a closer look, she’d be able to tell for herself from the bulge in the front of his pants that her soft, nude form did anything but offend him.“Thanks for the robe,” she said, pulling it tighter around her.From her long, onyx-black hair to her soft pale skin, from her feminine curves to her sky-blue eyes, the sight of her sent his senses reeling.It surprised him he could form a coherent sentence as all the blood rushed to his head … and not the one on his shoulders.“You’re welcome.” He grinned, battling to control his fast-rising arousal.“But if you don’t mind me asking, why were you out here in only a towel to begin with?”Laughing, she flipped her heavy, soap-laden hair away from her face.“This house is old, and I haven’t replaced all the pipes yet.One in the bathroom burst while I was in the shower then leaked from behind the wall and out onto the floor.I came out to shut off the water until the plumbers get here.This place is so quiet I didn’t think anyone would see me, but then the corner of my towel got caught in the meter cover and…” She held her hands up and shrugged.“I guess I was wrong,” she finished with a mischievous grin.But he had seen her, all of her.The image of her hot, sexy body had seared into his memory.Even with his robe covering her, he could still picture her sensual curves, her creamy skin, and plump breasts.For a moment, he was envious of the cotton touching her and wished it were him instead.“Why don’t you come over to my place? You can shower there.”He wasn’t sure what made him extend the invitation.It was a bit presumptuous of him to assume she’d just agree to bathe in a strange man’s house without question, but he couldn’t help it.The words flew past his lips before he could stop them.Maybe he just wanted to be a good neighbor.And maybe he just wanted to have her all to himself, for whatever reason, if only for a few innocent moments.He could tell she was contemplating the invitation from the expression flickering across her face.She was so easy to read, her emotions showing clearly in her brilliant blue eyes.Silently, he willed her to accept.From the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar blue van rolling down the desolate street.The neighborhood didn’t see much traffic, and he’d seen this van in her driveway many times.The plumbers had come to her rescue.“Thanks, but the plumbers are here,” she said, confirming what he already knew, in what sounded to him like a relieved voice.Sending him a small wave, she started back in the direction of the house.After weeks of wondering who she was, she was about to escape without his learning anything more about her than the fact that she wasn’t modest.She intrigued him, and in an attempt to learn more, he tossed out the first offer he could think of that would keep her with him a little while longer.“Don’t you need to rinse out your hair?”She turned and gave him a look.*He was simply gorgeous.Taking another quick glance at the man before her, Tess smiled.He was tall and muscular, and his eyes were the most brilliant shade of blue she’d ever seen.His deep, auburn hair was just long enough to be shaggy, giving him a rakish look, like one of the heroes in the romance novels she so often read.Her fingers itched to trail through his hair, to feel the silky strands beneath her fingertips.Fisting her hands in the thick material of the robe, she took a deep breath.His chest was broad, his arms thick and muscular.Lowering her eyes, she couldn’t help but sigh silently at the sight of a trim waist, a flat, rigid stomach, and muscular legs encased in tight, faded jeans.Giving herself a kick and mentally wiping the drool from her chin, she shook her head.“No, I can take care of it in the house.”The last thing she needed was for this stranger to get the wrong impression of her; he’d already caught her buck-naked on her front lawn.If she slipped up and let him catch her ogling him, or accepted his invitation to be naked in his house, that’s exactly what would happen.Not that it would be the wrong idea, but she wasn’t telling him that.She was finally getting her life back on track.She didn’t need any more complications to block her path, and this stranger, with his wildly handsome features and wicked grin, definitely looked like he would make one hell of a complication … one fun, hot, wild, sexy-as-hell complication.“But didn’t you just turn the water off?”Turning back to the stranger, she nodded [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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