Worth The Wait. Lori Foster

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      “Not even a little.”

      “But you’re still pooped.”

      Given she had both elbows propped on her desk to keep her head from hitting the surface, lying would be pointless. “Pretty much.” She forced herself into a more upright position. “But we won’t get that busy again until dinner and I can veg here while doing—” she made a face “—paperwork.”

      To her surprise, Hogan looked uncomfortable. It took her about two seconds to realize why, and with renewed energy she rushed to her file cabinet, but the files were gone, just as she’d known they would be. Slowly turning to glare, she whispered, “What did you do?”

      “I brought you into the twenty-first century, for one thing.” He took a step toward her, no longer abashed but now righteous. “I streamlined your really shitty records.”

      “Hogan—”

      “And I started the process for some cost analysis.”

      Throwing up her hands, Violet asked, “When the hell did you have time? You spent all your weekend with me!”

      “Not all of it. Most, yes, but—”

      God, she felt inadequate next to him. Completely, utterly inadequate. “So you...what? In the random fifteen minutes you had free you updated all my bookkeeping?”

      “As I said, I haven’t completed it yet, but I’ve made enough headway to know your old accountant sucked. Good riddance to him.”

      Violet was barely listening. “I’ll pay you.”

      He stiffened.

      “What’s your hourly salary? Let me know, and how many hours you spent on it, and I’ll—”

      Looking more than a little pissed, he took long steps to reach her, caught her chin and, after scowling fiercely, kissed her.

      Oh, he was definitely fired up. Maybe in a good way.

      When she didn’t fight him, didn’t lurch away, he lifted his head and stared down at her. Heat lightened the color of his blue eyes and his breath had thickened.

      Violet licked her lips, tasting him. But it wasn’t enough. Without really thinking through the obvious consequences, she rested her hands on his chest and leaned closer.

      Hogan groaned. By slow degrees he gathered her against his body until they touched from thighs to chests. His attention drifted back and forth from her eyes to her mouth until, finally, his mouth settled on hers again.

      Slower this time, more gently.

      Far more devastating.

      Fisting her hands in his shirt, Violet fitted herself more tightly against him. Oh, she’d known he would be trouble to her senses, but heaven help her, it was even worse than she’d expected. He turned his head, and his tongue touched along her bottom lip. She immediately opened, making her own small, desperate sound of need.

      He stroked a hand down her back to her hips, hesitated, then opened his fingers over her backside, cuddling, exploring—

      The knock on the door sent them both jumping apart.

      Hogan stared at her, unblinking.

      “Dad?”

      Colt’s voice. Dear God. Violet jerked away, pretending to be busy with her file cabinet. Honestly, she didn’t know what she was doing. Shuffling something...

      Behind her, she heard the door open, and then Hogan said, “What’s up?”

      “Someone just dropped off a stack of the Clearbrook Trickle. What should I do with them?”

      “The what?”

      Violet cleared her throat. “How can you have been here so long and not know about the Trickle?”

      “What is it?”

      Glad to have something to focus on, but keeping her back to them anyway, she explained, “It’s the free community paper. All the various establishments in Clearbrook set them out so the locals can know about any sales, public activities, school calendars and stuff like that. Each week they herald a local citizen for one reason or another, and there’s also this newly added advice column. Very delicious stuff.”

      “Advice column?” Hogan asked.

      “Yeah. It’s been really fun.” She glanced back at Hogan, and with Colt standing there smiling at her in such a knowing way, she had to fight a blush. “It’s all worded in a way that you’re unsure who is who, you know? You were in it last week. Some lady wanted to know how to convince you to go shirtless.”

      She watched his face blanch. Then, amazingly, hot color slashed his cheekbones. “You’re making that up.”

      Feeling more herself, now that he was the uncomfortable one, Violet crossed her heart. “Swear it’s true.”

      Colt laughed. “Did you keep a copy?”

      Of course she had. She opened a lower drawer of the cabinet and withdrew her saved copy, already folded back to the right page. “Here you go, sugar. Bet you didn’t know your old dad was a hottie, did you?”

      “Yeah, it’d be hard to miss the way the ladies carry on.” Colt shifted the stack into one arm, and with the other, he skimmed the paper. He read aloud.

      “Many denizens of the female variety would like to know how to get a certain barbecue chef to tend his meats...shirtless.”

      Hogan looked aggrieved.

      “Ladies, I suggest you ask him. It appears he has few boundaries, if all the gossip is true. Or to be more effective, issue the request to the one who employs him. She seems to be a very competent business owner who won’t likely let a promo opportunity go unchecked.”

      Colt’s laughing gaze met hers. “What do you think?”

      “I asked him,” she said. “So far as I know, he’s considering it.”

      Colt’s eyes widened and he guffawed.

      “It’s absurd,” Hogan blustered, and he gave his son a shove, almost making him lose hold of the papers.

      Colt caught his balance and laughed all the more.

      “It’s entertaining,” Violet corrected, taking back her copy and storing it in the file cabinet again. “Go read it and you’ll see what I mean.” To Colt she said, “You can put the new editions on the counter next to the register. They won’t be there long.”

      “Thanks.” Colt didn’t leave. “I also wanted to let Dad know I’m heading to the creek with friends after my shift ends in an hour. That is, unless you need me to stay longer?”

      Well, shoot. Violet glanced up, trying for a bright smile, and said, “Not a problem, kiddo. Go and have fun.”

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