The Last Single Garrett. Brenda Harlen

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      “I talk,” Hanna offered, crawling to the end of the mattress and reaching her hand up for the phone.

      “That would be great, wouldn’t it?” he said, his gaze moving over each of them in turn. “But someone put it in the dishwasher.”

      His littlest niece nodded solemnly. “Make it c’ean.”

      Tristyn saw a muscle in his jaw flex. “It didn’t need to go in the dishwasher to be cleaned,” he said through gritted teeth. “It was already clean.”

      This time Hanna shook her head. “I dwop ice cweam on it.”

      Josh blew out a frustrated breath and scrubbed his free hand over his face.

      “You did say that you didn’t want to find sticky fingerprints on any of your things,” Charlotte pointed out in defense of her sibling.

      “Meaning that I didn’t want any of you to touch any of my things,” he clarified.

      His eldest niece shrugged. “Hanna tends to take things literally.”

      “She killed my phone.”

      The little girl looked up at him. “I so-wee, Unca Josh.” She reached up to take the phone, puckered her lips and kissed the screen before handing it back to him. “All better?”

      He sighed again as he dropped the now useless device into the side pocket of his cargo shorts, but one side of his mouth curved in a half smile. “It’s not that easy, kiddo.” He tapped a finger to his cheek. “You have to give a kiss here to make it all better.”

      She smiled and held her arms in the air. He slid one of his around her torso, and the natural ease with which he lifted the little girl onto his hip made something inside Tristyn’s chest flutter. She wasn’t usually the type to get quivery over a man, but apparently seeing this strong, sexy male cuddle with a sweet little girl was all it took for her to feel warm and fuzzy inside.

      Hanna wrapped both her arms around his neck and gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. Then she drew her head back, her nose wrinkling with obvious displeasure. “You’re scwatchy,” she told him.

      “Yeah, I forgot to shave this morning,” he admitted, setting her on the bed again.

      She immediately returned to the pile of pillows, then smiled at him again. “Movie?” she asked hopefully.

      “After your movie is done and the kitchen is clean, we’re going to have to go out so that I can buy a new phone,” Josh told them, as he picked up the remote again.

      Tristyn turned to follow him back down the hall. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it.”

      He glanced over his shoulder. “Believed what?”

      “That you’re a marshmallow.”

      He stopped then and turned to face her, his brows drawing together over smoke-colored eyes. “I am not.”

      “Yes, you are,” she insisted. “You’re all soft and squishy—like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.”

      Those eyes narrowed dangerously, the only warning she had before he took two slow and deliberate steps forward. She automatically took two steps back. He laid his palms flat on the wall on either side of her, then leaned in, so that his body brushed against hers. His undeniably lean and very hard body.

      “Do I feel soft and squishy to you?” he asked, his mouth close to her ear.

      She lifted her palms to his chest, where his heart was beating in a rhythm much steadier than her own, to hold him at a distance. She had to moisten her suddenly dry lips with her tongue before she could reply, but she managed to keep her tone light and casual when she said, “In here.” And tapped her fingers against his rock hard chest. “Your heart is soft and squishy.”

      “Because I didn’t yell at a three-year-old?” he challenged.

      “You not only didn’t yell,” she pointed out. “You melted. That little girl looked at you with those big blue eyes and said, ‘I so-wee, Unca Josh,’ and it was as if you completely forgot she destroyed an eight hundred dollar phone.”

      “It’s just a phone,” he said, conveniently ignoring the monetary value.

      “Well, at least now I know why you didn’t answer any of my calls, text messages or emails today,” she noted.

      He was still crowding her, standing so close that she could feel the heat emanating from his body. So close she had only to lean forward to touch her mouth to his strong square jaw. Her lips tingled with anticipation; her body whispered “yes, please.” She clamped her lips firmly together and pressed herself back against the wall.

      “Were you worried about me, Tris?” he asked, the silky tone of his voice sliding over her like a caress.

      “No,” she denied. Lied. “I was annoyed that I had to give Dave Barkov the tour of GSR.”

      “I never doubted that you could handle it,” he told her.

      “That’s not the point,” she said, ducking under his arm and walking away.

      He, naturally, followed. “Do you want an apology? Okay—I’m sorry I was out of touch for a few hours.”

      She shook her head as she returned to the kitchen to resume the task she’d abandoned earlier. “You don’t get it, do you? It’s not just that you didn’t tell anyone you wouldn’t be at work today—you didn’t even tell your friends what was going on here.”

      He held her gaze for a long moment. “Is that what we are, Tris...friends?” he asked, in that same silky voice that could make any woman go weak in the knees.

      Any woman but her, of course, because she was immune to the considerable charms of Josh Slater.

      “Maybe not,” she finally said, determined not to give any hint of the feelings churning inside her. “A friend probably would have known you have three nieces.”

      “It’s not something that often comes up in conversation,” he pointed out. “And since my sister moved to Seattle when Charlotte was a baby, I don’t get to see them very often.”

      “That’s why you go to Washington every Christmas,” she realized.

      “Not every Christmas.” He picked up the soapy cloth to wipe down the stovetop. “But I go when I can.”

      She finished unloading the clean dishes and began to load the dirty ones. “So why are they here now?”

      “Lucinda’s manager decided, at the last minute, to send her to Spain. The company she works for is setting up a new distribution center there and her pregnant boss, who was supposed to supervise the setup and train the staff, was recently put on bed rest by her doctor, so the company tapped Lucy to go.”

      “Why did I always think your sister worked at Slater Industries?”

      “My older sister, СКАЧАТЬ