The Wrong Wife. Carolyn McSparren
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Название: The Wrong Wife
Автор: Carolyn McSparren
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Vintage Superromance
isbn: 9781474019712
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His hands slid down her back and below her waist, holding her against him. His whole body felt rock-solid, so wonderfully, comfortingly male. Yet his erection wasn’t comforting at all, but disturbing, because she felt the heat in her own loins answering as she moved against him in a slow rhythm that she couldn’t seem to control.
No. It was up to her to control it, not to fall over backward at his touch, or to let herself feel all the conflicting emotions he evoked. She sucked in her breath and pulled back from him, her eyes wide. “Go away, Ben, please, right now.”
He pulled her into his arms again. “I don’t want to,” he whispered into her hair.
“You’ve got to go back to your party.” She slapped his hand away. “Stop that. You go tell them I succumbed to the vapors or something.”
“Come with me.”
“Ben!” This time she used enough force to overbalance him so that he had to step back a couple of paces. “Read my lips. I cannot, I will not go back over to that house tonight. I’ll write everybody notes tomorrow, including the caterers if that’s what you want…”
He sat on the sofa and took her hands. “It’s not what I want. It’s what you need. If you don’t come back now, the next time it’ll be harder to crawl out of that shell. How can you ever hope to feel at ease in social situations…”
“Who said I have to?”
“I do, dammit.”
She started to smart off back at him, then stopped, tilted her head and looked at him quizzically. “What do you have to do with it?”
Amazingly, he blushed and stammered, “Because I—I want what’s best for you.”
“And the reason for that would be…?”
“That wasn’t exactly a friendly kiss we just exchanged. My ears are ringing.”
“Even in the South you no longer have to marry me because you kissed me, Ben.”
“What if I want to?”
This time she laughed. “Right. Like I’d be the perfect district attorney’s wife.” She walked to the corner and picked up her shoes. “Look, Ben, I’m tired, and I’m feeling like a nitwit. I’m not up to facing those people tonight. Please just make my apologies to your mother and her guests.”
“You won’t change your mind? Or even tell me what went on?”
“Nope.”
His shoulders sagged. “Fine. I can’t pick you up and carry you over there. Well, I could, but you’d probably kick and scream or something equally unattractive.”
“You got that right.”
He straightened. “However, Miss Annabelle, this is far from over. I intend to find out what’s causing this. And when I do, you and I are going to fix it.”
He turned on his heel and made what he probably considered a dignified exit.
As he reached the top step, she applauded slowly.
He paused, then rocketed down and slammed the door at the foot of the stairs behind him.
Annabelle held her pose until she heard him running across the backyard, then she sank into the club chair.
Two hallucinations in one day. Some kind of record. She probably ought to get a CAT scan or an EEG or something. She might have an aneurysm about to pop or a brain tumor.
Maybe Ben was at the bottom of it. She’d been in Memphis for almost a month now without anything worse than bad dreams. Then suddenly Ben Jackson drops out of a tree, and the craziness starts. Was it her hormones?
Was her body finally betraying her for all the years of militant asexuality?
She didn’t know what was going on, but something was definitely out of whack.
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