Tracking You. Kelly Moran
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Название: Tracking You
Автор: Kelly Moran
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: A Redwood Ridge Romance
isbn: 9781516102747
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With her cheeks hot, she dropped her gaze to his naughty zone. But that only made things worse. Because now she was picturing him naked. And liking it. She slapped her hands over her eyes.
The entire crotch of his light blue scrubs was damp with Mixey’s drool, looking as if he’d wet himself. Damn it. She’d looked again. Bad eyes.
“Um.” Her gaze shot back up. And wow. It was hot in here. “Are you okay? Did she hurt any of your…man bits?”
Flynn’s brows rose and his expression indicated he had issue with her terminology. “She had a hold of my pants, not the goods.”
Goods. Yes, goods. She’d bet they were very, very…
“Happy to have you back.” He closed the few feet of distance between them, cupped her cheeks, and smacked a fast, hard kiss to her mouth. It was about as sexual as a hurricane, but just as shocking. He pulled away swiftly, leaving her reeling. “You’re never allowed a day off again.”
With that, he strode from the room, Mixey at his heels.
Silence hung. And hung.
“Oooh, girl. What was that about?”
Snapping out of her shock, she eyed Brent. Shook her head to clear it. “Nothing.”
Zoe crossed her arms. “That come-hither smolder he was directing at you wasn’t nothing.”
“Sweet baby Jesus. I didn’t imagine it, did I?”
Brent tsked. “Not unless it was a group hallucination.”
“When did you guys start…?” Zoe held out her hand as if unable to pull the words from her mouth. The idea of her and Flynn together did seem quite odd, especially if one took the last five minutes out of the equation.
“No. Nothing happening. Honest.” She ran her hand over her forehead, torn between the giddy bubble in her belly and panic in her chest. “I think the Battleaxes are messing with us. Kinda threw us off-kilter.”
Zoe shrugged. “That explains it.”
Brent made a sound of noncommittal. “What are you wearing to the Spring Fling? It’s next week. And you need to bring it for the kissing booth, sister.”
Damn it. The thought of just what population of Redwood Ridge would show up to kiss her had an involuntary shudder ripping through her. She kept replaying her non-date with Tom and knowing he wasn’t the only one who’d skimmed right past her as if not there. “No one’s going to show up, anyway. It doesn’t matter.”
Brent cocked a hip. “Not if you wear your pretty little sundresses or jeans, they won’t. You need to snazz it up. Make them see you differently. We’re going shopping after work.”
She closed her eyes and sought patience. If she couldn’t be herself, would she really want a guy noticing her when she wasn’t? “The last time we went shopping, I wound up with a drawer full of see-through panties.” Which no one saw but her. Her love life was a sad state of affairs when her cat and her gay friend were the only ones who viewed her undergarments.
“And those are hot. We’re going to buy you an outfit to ensure someone has the desire to take it off.”
Sounded like a lost cause. “Fine. But I draw the line at miniskirts.”
Brent frowned. “You take the fun out of everything.” His gaze skimmed over her as if plotting. “We need to do your makeup, too. Slut you up a tad.” She opened her mouth to argue, but he turned to Zoe. “You can do it.”
Zoe fisted her hands on her hips. “And what makes you think I know anything about slutty makeup application?”
Brent’s eyebrows shot up in an oh please move.
“Okay, I totally do.” Zoe sighed and looked at her. “One come-fuck-me makeup job, coming up. I’ll be over Saturday morning. Buck up. My cartoon caricature booth is right next to yours. We can make fun of people behind their backs.”
Zoe had done all the murals inside the clinic. Though she never called herself an artist, she was pretty great. For most of the town events, she was parked at a booth selling quick caricature sketches. Maybe the Spring Fling would be less sucky with Zoe to hang with.
They opened the exam room door and she followed them down the hall. “I can dress myself and do my own cosmetics, you know.”
Brent laughed so hard tears trekked his cheeks.
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