Hot August Nights. Christine Flynn

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      But that wouldn’t be dignified, either.

      A while ago, she’d only felt frustrated by her parents and her life in general. Now, she felt frustrated by a brother who obviously had never learned the value of other people’s time. It didn’t help that she couldn’t find her shoe.

      The clean scent of soap and something hinting of citrus, musk and warm male filled her lungs an instant before she glanced up. Matt crouched in front of her. With one hand braced on the arm of her chair, he reached under the table. His arm brushed her leg as he did, the feel of it as solid as granite against her calf.

      He picked up what was little more than a dainty heel and a few intersecting ribbons of leather. In the dark, the crimson leather was practically invisible.

      “Is this what you’re looking for?”

      Ashley’s glance slid from the breadth of his shoulders to the dainty shoe he held in his big hand. With it extended toward her, he openly studied her face and waited for her to take what he offered.

      From the unblinking way he watched her, it was almost as if he were daring her not to.

      She had no idea where the odd thought had come from. “Thank you,” she murmured, taking the shoe from his hand.

      Without a word, he rose, dwarfing her, and stepped back so she could slip the little straps over her foot.

      Dismayed by how quickly her heart was beating, she glanced up to see him hold out his hand.

      Refusing to let him rattle her was her goal for the day. Utterly determined to have at least that much go her way, she curved her palm over his, willed herself to ignore the heat seeping into her skin and rose from the chair before she could spend any time thinking about the flutter the contact put in her stomach.

      She stood too fast. Suddenly light-headed, wanting to ignore that, too, she turned to pick up her purse, keys and the envelope beneath them.

      The quick lack of equilibrium wouldn’t be overlooked. Swaying just enough for her to consider that the last splash of wine might not have been the best idea, she steadied herself against the first thing she could reach—which happened to be Matt’s chest and a forearm that felt like hammered steel.

      The man wasn’t just solid. His body felt as hard as concrete. Even his fingers felt as if they had no give at all when they automatically locked around her upper arms to keep her upright.

      Beneath her hand, she felt the steady beat of his heart.

      “Are you okay?”

      “I’m…fine.” She was aware of the scowl in his voice, more aware of the heat wherever her body touched his. Each little point of contact seemed to physically burn—her palm where it had flattened against his chest, her arm where it lay against his. “I just got up too quickly.”

      She shifted, getting her footing, trying to ease back.

      Still holding her by one arm, he picked up the bottle of wine and tipped it. The scowl deepened. “Was this full?”

      “It was when I opened it.”

      “You sat out here and drank half a bottle by yourself?”

      She was tempted to point out that he could have joined her. He just didn’t give her a chance. His frown had settled hard on her mouth. The displeasure carved in his face seemed to be slowly fading, though. It turned to something that looked far more like curiosity. And heat.

      The air in her lungs went thin. She wasn’t sure she was even breathing when his eyes finally locked on hers once more.

      “Give me your keys.”

      “Excuse me?”

      “Your keys,” he repeated, finally deliberately letting her go. “You’re not driving anywhere.”

      She had already realized that she’d had more wine than could be considered wise. She’d realized, too, that his power to rattle her went a tad beyond anything she might be able to physically control. Yet, all she truly cared about at the moment was that he was the third person that day to tell her what she couldn’t do.

      Curling her fingers around her key ring, she tipped her chin, reminded herself not to be intimidated and politely said, “No.”

      The sound he made leaned heavily toward exasperation. “Don’t do this.”

      “I’m not doing anything,” she replied ever so reasonably. “You asked for my keys. I said no. End of discussion.”

      “It might be the end of the discussion, but it’s not the end of the issue.” The determination in his eyes met the uncharacteristic stubbornness in hers. “Don’t make me have to take them.”

      “Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to,” she informed him.

      Her tone mild, her expression faintly mutinous, she slipped her hand under her jacket, beneath her blouse and tucked them into her bra. She was perfectly capable of keeping her keys in her possession while she figured out how to get home without driving there herself. She wasn’t drunk, but she doubted she could walk a perfectly straight line, either. The last thing she wanted was to be stopped for driving under the influence. Worse, harm someone in an accident she caused. The press would have a field day with that one.

      Remembering that the press was always out there, lying in wait for some mistake in judgement or unguarded comment to exploit, did nothing but add another layer to the sense of frustration she was beginning to feel with her life. Or, so she was thinking when Matt’s glance slipped to the V of flesh between the lapels of her jacket.

      Seconds ago, he had sounded considerably less than pleased with the position he found himself in. Now, with her keys nestled between her breast and her bra, he simply seemed intrigued by it.

      “Now, that’s a move I never would have expected of you.”

      “Maybe I’m tired of doing what’s expected,” she murmured, a little surprised by it herself. “Chalk it up to a bad day.”

      “All the more reason for you to not get behind a wheel. And by the way,” he said, his voice surprisingly patient, “I wasn’t implying that you had to stay here. If you give me your keys, I’ll drive you.”

      There was a deep cleft in his upper lip. Realizing she was staring at it, hoping he didn’t, she jerked her glance up. “All the way to Richmond?”

      “I was thinking more along the lines of a hotel. There’s a Hyatt right down the road.”

      “It wouldn’t look right to check into a hotel without luggage.”

      Especially if someone recognized me, she thought.

      Having encountered yet another thing she couldn’t do, she picked up the goblet. Since she wasn’t driving, there was no reason not to finish what was in it. It was far too good a vintage to let it go to waste.

      Watching her, looking unwillingly intrigued, Matt narrowed his eyes. “Why was it such a bad day?”

      “It СКАЧАТЬ