His By Christmas. Teresa Southwick

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       Chapter Three

      There wasn’t enough yoga in the whole world to make Cal relax after watching Justine stretch like that. Reaching up lengthened the lines of her body, showed off the toned muscles and put her spectacular curves on mouth-watering display. The lady had a limp and, in spite of that, she was lithe, limber and luscious. And he felt as if his whole body hurt from trying to pretend he hadn’t noticed any of that.

      The worst part was that he had no one to blame but himself. She’d warned him. He did ask for it. “Don’t leave on my account,” he muttered under his breath, thoroughly disgusted with himself. “ I might need some of those techniques myself after this cast comes off.”

      The thoughts he’d been having ever since were inappropriate. He might be a workaholic, but he wasn’t a pig.

      Thank goodness she was done for the day. He didn’t push the overtime issue again. No one could say he wasn’t capable of learning. She’d been dismissed at quitting time but he continued to work. At least, he was trying. But after starting to read a technical report for the fourth time, he was about to throw in the towel. His mind kept wandering to the vision of that silky blouse outlining her breasts. The only thing sexier would be seeing her naked.

      “Damn it.” He rubbed his thigh and mentally smacked himself for more inappropriate thoughts.

      What was it about her that was turning him into a hormone-overdosed teenager? Whether she was in the room with him or not, the place just felt different.

      He glanced out the open French doors and saw her sitting by the pool in a patio chair, her back to him. Come to think of it, she’d been out there for a while. And as far as he could tell, she hadn’t moved.

      “None of my business. She’s off the clock.” He started at the beginning of the report. Again.

      Almost immediately his attention wandered back outside to Justine’s trim, straight back. She’d changed from work clothes into cotton pants and a tank top for her foray into doing absolutely nothing. Although he recognized the fact that it was a beautiful setting—the crystal clear pool, wicker furniture with brightly colored cushions and the pristine white sand in front of the sea. The sun was setting and turning the underside of the wispy clouds orange, gold and purple. But she continued to do absolutely nothing, and that had him acutely curious.

      He grabbed the crutches resting beside him and pulled himself up, then propped them beneath his arms and hobbled outside. There was an empty chair beside her and he lowered himself into it.

      “What are you doing?” he asked.

      “Not working.” She looked at him. “And neither are you, apparently.”

      “I’m taking a break.” Ha. “So, seriously, what are you doing?”

      “I’m looking at the sand, the ocean and that spectacular sunset.”

      “I don’t mean this in a bad way—”

      “Have you ever noticed that when someone says that, whatever comes next will not be positive reinforcement? It will be disapproving.”

      Guilty, he thought, then barreled ahead anyway. “You’ve been looking at the view for a really long time.”

      “It’s worth spending a lot of time on taking it all in.”

      “Why?”

      “Because it’s stunning. The beauty of nature fills up my soul.”

      “Considering the length of your examination, can one assume your soul was that empty?”

      The corners of her mouth curved up. “I’m filling the reserve tank. For tomorrow. You should try it.”

      “So you think my soul is a quart low?”

      “Judging by the defensiveness of your tone, I’d say that’s a very good possibility.”

      “Are you always this mystical?” he asked.

      “Are you always this nosy?” she countered.

      “Maybe.”

      “That’s a lot of negative energy. Why don’t you take in that magnificent view and think peaceful, healing thoughts?”

      “What if I don’t—”

      “Just give it a try,” she suggested.

      “Okay.” He set the crutches on the cement patio beside him and rested his injured leg on the chair’s matching ottoman.

      There was a refreshing breeze blowing off the ocean that gently rustled the nearby palm trees. The sun was an orange-yellow ball that seemed to be disappearing into the sea, and twilight crept closer, kept at bay by the villa’s outside lights. Cal let out a sigh as some of the tension left him. It really was a pretty place. But...

      “Aren’t you getting bored?” he asked.

      “No.”

      “How can you just sit there?” He studied her delicate profile and the beautiful fiery-colored hair blowing off her face. “I know you said you’re filling up your soul, but how can you tell when it’s sufficiently topped off?”

      She met his gaze and there was amusement in hers. “It takes СКАЧАТЬ