Bachelor By Design: Bachelor By Design / Too Hot For Comfort. Kay David

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      He blinked. “What?”

      “I’m going to become a nun,” she said, her voice quivering with happiness.

      “A nun?” he choked out.

      She dabbed at her watery eyes with a paper napkin. “I’ve already applied to begin my novitiate at St. Mary’s. I just wanted one last chance to say goodbye, Trace, and to thank you.”

      Thank him? He frowned at his sore toe as her words echoed in his head. He’d kissed her and she’d decided to become a nun. Not exactly a glowing endorsement for his sexual prowess. “A nun,” he murmured, still rocked by her announcement.

      “Are you surprised?”

      “You could say that.” He looked up at her. “How long have you been thinking about becoming a…nun?”

      “Since I was a little girl.” She steepled her fingers together and leaned toward him, looking more animated than he’d ever seen her. “But I didn’t want to rush into anything, so I decided to have one last fling just to be sure.”

      A fling. He’d been ready to propose to this woman, and she’d considered him a fling! He shook his head, wondering where he’d gone wrong. In all the time he’d spent sizing up Kimberly as wife material, it had never occurred to him that she might not be interested. He stifled a snort. Not interested? She was about to take a vow of chastity!

      “So sorry to eat and run.”

      He looked up, surprised to see Kimberly standing up and donning her jacket. “You’re leaving?”

      “We nuns don’t like to keep late hours.” She headed toward the front door, then paused to blow him a kiss over her shoulder. “I had a wonderful time tonight, Trace. Thank you for dinner.”

      “Thank you for cooking it,” he said blankly. Then he pushed out his chair.

      “No, don’t get up,” she said, holding one hand in the air. “I can see myself out. Besides, you and your toe need to rest.”

      He slumped back down in his chair as she waved goodbye and sailed out the door. A few moments later he heard the roar of a car engine and the squeal of tires. Sister Kimberly had a lead foot. He vaguely wondered if nuns got speeding tickets.

      Then his gaze fell on the soiled plates neatly stacked at one end of the table. Too late he realized that Kimberly wasn’t so perfect, after all. She’d left without doing the dishes.

      He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He couldn’t do dishes with a sore toe. Maybe he should just throw them away. He’d never really liked that daisy pattern, anyway. Too girly. He’d picked them up cheap at a local thrift store when money had been tight. Now he could afford more masculine dishes. Maybe something with cars on it.

      While he pondered if he should buy glasses to match, the doorbell rang.

      “It’s open,” he called, lifting his head and opening his eyes, but not bothering to get up. No reason to aggravate his toe any more than necessary. Maybe it was Kimberly, back to tell him it was all a big joke.

      But he didn’t laugh when the sultry brunette walked into the room. She wore a short red silk suit that outlined a luscious hourglass figure. The kind of body a man could sink his hands into. With a conscious effort, he lifted his gaze from her full, round breasts to look at her face. He noticed her big brown eyes first, fringed with thick, dark lashes, then her pert nose and full, red lips.

      This woman was no nun.

      So who was she? And what was she doing in his condo? He swallowed as a curious mixture of apprehension and lust rose up inside of him. But before he could ask her anything, she placed both hands on the table and leaned toward him, unwittingly displaying her generous cleavage. Then she spoke.

      “You’re just the man I’ve been looking for.”

      2

      CHLOE SILENTLY COUNTED to ten while Trace Callahan stared at her chest. Cursed with genes that made all the D’Onofrio women well-endowed, she was used to men paying avid attention to her physical assets and ignoring the fact that she was a savvy, intelligent woman. But this one seemed worse than usual.

      She impatiently cleared her throat to get his attention. It worked. He looked up at her, his eyes slightly glazed. For the first time she noticed their unusual color—a deep, dark blue like polished sapphires. If she put any stock in physical appearance, she’d have to admit Trace Callahan was handsome. All right, just plain gorgeous with that square jaw, aquiline nose, and close-cropped dark hair. She couldn’t help but notice how well the rest of him looked either, his biceps and broad shoulders clearly defined though his pine-green polo shirt.

      “You’re staring,” Trace announced.

      Chloe swallowed, her throat dry. “Me? You were the one who was staring.”

      “I always stare at beautiful women. Especially when they suddenly appear in my dining room.” Then his eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Why exactly were you looking for me?”

      She looked pointedly at the empty chair in front of her. “Aren’t you going to ask me to sit down?”

      “I’d rather you answered my question first. Or maybe I can answer it for you. Madame Sophia sent you here, didn’t she?”

      “She gave me your address, but…”

      “I knew it,” he interjected, shaking his head in disgust. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

      Chloe pulled out the chair and sat down next to him. “It?”

      “I mean you,” he muttered, then heaved a long sigh. “Look, we both know why you’re here. Let’s just skip the preliminaries and get right down to it.” He leaned forward, closing the distance between them. “Kiss me.”

      Her mouth fell open. She quickly closed it again before he took it as a sign of encouragement. “Are you crazy?”

      “No, just efficient. Once you kiss me, we’ll both know if there’s any future for our relationship. Although I should warn you that the last woman who kissed me decided never to let another man touch her lips.”

      Trace Callahan was not only a lunatic, but an incredible egomaniac. She smiled sweetly at him. “Thanks, but no thanks. I make it a habit not to kiss a man within the first five minutes of meeting him. Just one of my little idiosyncrasies.”

      “Suit yourself.” He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. “So tell me, Miss…”

      “Please call me Chloe.”

      “Chloe. Do you make it a habit of going door-to-door looking for romance?”

      She blinked. “I think you’re confused again, Mr. Callahan….”

      “Call me Trace.” He smiled at her, but there was nothing sweet about it. His expression reminded her of a lion contemplating its next meal. “I probably am confused. In fact, you’re probably СКАЧАТЬ