All Riled Up: Trapped! / Riley. Lori Foster

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      “I’m also teaching her the Guard, the High Crotch Series and some Silat knife moves.”

      “What’s the...never mind. I don’t want to know.” By silent agreement they moved off the mats and to a bench lining one wall. Ethan plopped down, stretched out his legs, dropped his head back against the cool wall and sighed. “Damn, I’m beat.”

      Totally deadpan, Riley asked, “Long night?”

      But Ethan was actually glad that he’d brought up the subject. Slowly, he swiveled his head toward Riley and opened his eyes. “Did Rosie tell you anything?”

      “She’s not one to kiss and tell.”

      “I didn’t kiss her.”

      “No? Well, whatever you did, she wouldn’t be talking about it. I’ve never once heard her mention a date or what she might have done on a date, have you?” Rather than wait for a reply, Riley continued. “And you know, now that I’m thinking about it, that’s strange, huh?”

      Ethan knew he’d rather walk into another burning building than think about Rosie with other men. It never failed to set him on edge. “We didn’t have a damn date, and I didn’t kiss her.”

      Rosie reappeared, and Ethan thought she had to have taken the fastest shower in history. Then he realized she hadn’t changed, had only removed the headgear and combed her hair.

      She was still sweaty.

      “You,” she said, pointing at Ethan, “don’t know what you did.”

      He snared her gaze with his own and wouldn’t let her look away. “So tell me, Rosie. Did I kiss you?”

      Her cheeks turned pink and she shrugged. “Maybe I don’t remember, either.”

      Ethan slowly stood to approach her. “Oh, if I’d kissed you, Rosie, believe me, you’d remember.”

      She squared off, facing him like a prizefighter with her hands on her hips, legs braced. “Yeah? And why’s that?”

      He jutted his chin forward to match her stance. “Because I’m a damn good kisser.”

      “Maybe.”

      “It’s true.” He reached back to nudge Riley with a fist. “Ask Riley, he knows.”

      Riley almost fell off the bench. “What are you talking about?” His voice rose to a shout when Riley almost never shouted. “I sure as hell haven’t kissed you!”

      “Excuse me?”

      They all turned toward the front door, and there stood the redhead from the night before. Her glorious hair—Ethan did love the color—was piled on top of her head in loose, very feminine disarray. She wore a pale green, knee-length skirt with a crisp white blouse and very high heels. An enormous satchel was hooked over her arm.

      Great, Ethan thought, just great. He needed this like he needed a four-alarm fire.

      Much provoked, Riley stood and immediately shouted, “I have never kissed Ethan, swear to God.”

      Rosie moved with the speed of light to position herself in front of Ethan.

      Ethan started to laugh. He couldn’t help himself. He was still a little hungover, still very confused by Rosie’s recent offer, and horny as hell to boot. Could his life get more muddled?

      “It’s true,” he confirmed. “Riley is as macho as they come. Hell, he’s so macho he has hair on the soles of his feet.”

      “I do not.” Riley turned to glare at him. “And don’t help me, all right?”

      Biting back his smile, Ethan said, “By the way, Riley, I was talking about those twins who wanted to double date, remember? The one told you I was a great kisser and she wanted to test you out to see who was better?”

      Riley’s frown lifted, a smile started and he said, “Oh, yeah.”

      The redhead looked beyond confused, on the verge of bolting. Her apparent nervousness kept her shifting her feet and twisting her hands. “Are you open?”

      Obviously dismissing Ethan and his memories of the twins, Riley looked her over, crossed his arms and said, “I could be.”

      Clutching her satchel, Red said, “I need to learn some self-defense.”

      Riley cocked a brow at that, Rosie scowled and Ethan felt mired in guilt. “Good God, I didn’t assault you, did I?” He never should have gotten drunk. He never should have...

      “No, of course not.” Her green-eyed gaze darted to Rosie, to Ethan and back to Riley. Her slim brows puckered in a suspicious frown. “Am I interrupting?”

      “We were just about to leave.” Rosie took Ethan’s arm and tried to drag him behind her.

      He planted his feet and refused to budge. “If I bothered you last night, I am sorry. I don’t usually drink like that.”

      Red’s smile was distracted when she forced herself to look away from Riley. “You were fine,” she assured him. “Mostly you just talked about a woman.”

      Ethan groaned. He felt moronic enough already, but, God, if he’d been waxing poetic about Michelle, he’d have to leave town.

      Rosie elbowed him hard to show her displeasure. He grunted, caught her lethal pointy little elbow so she couldn’t inflict more damage to his ribs and said to Red, “Again, I’m very sorry. You should have shoved me under a table or something.”

      “I didn’t mind.” Red’s expression softened. A small smile teased her mouth. “Actually, I thought it was rather sweet that you’re so obviously in love with her.”

      Ethan stiffened, embarrassed and outraged. “I am not in love with Michelle.”

      “Michelle?” Red frowned and again looked around at each person in the room before settling back on Ethan. “But...I thought her name was Rosie?”

      CHAPTER THREE

      ROSIE DID HER BEST to hide her grin as she turned off the Crock-Pot and dished up heaping bowls of thick stew. She’d gotten home half an hour ago, quickly showered, then changed into cutoffs and a T-shirt. She’d barely finished before they’d arrived.

      All of them.

      She sneaked a peek at Ethan and felt her heart patter in excitement. He sat at her small round dinner table, behaving like a surly badger, but at least he’d shown up.

      He hadn’t wanted to. He’d even refused—until Riley suggested to Rosie that they could do a little more practice after they’d eaten. Ethan had immediately changed his mind about dinner, and Rosie was starting to hope that jealousy motivated him.

      Just as she finished serving the stew, the bread machine dinged and she carefully removed the hot loaf to a cutting board. СКАЧАТЬ