Indecent. Tori Carrington

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      And then he went out after Lucky.

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      IT WAS raining.

      Figured. Lucky kept her chin high and her shoulders back. It was raining in her professional life, so why shouldn’t it be in reality?

      She squelched a groan. She’d really needed that job. Aside from the good tips, the flexibility had allowed her to work around her morning job at the pancake house within walking distance of the bar. And considering that the pancake house didn’t have an item on the menu that cost more than five dollars and ninety cents, her tips were minimal, by no means enough to live on.

      And she’d thrown the job away for a man….

      She tripped over her own feet, missing a puddle by millimeters. Had she ever done something so spontaneously irresponsible before? Not when it came to the opposite sex. Sure, she might like to shake things up a bit wherever she was, and she didn’t take well to leering bosses, but a few unwanted stares at her breasts had never been enough for her to walk away from a well-paying job. And in this case, she had not only walked away from it, she’d gone to Colin’s table knowing full well she’d be fired.

      Of course, at the time it had seemed more than worth the unguarded expression on his face when he’d looked up to see her.

      Now? Well, now she wondered which errant hormones had made her act so impulsively and how she might go about getting them back under control.

      Sure, the shrink was thigh-quiveringly sexy. But no man was sexier than a good night’s worth of tips. Not when she had bills to pay.

      She opened the door of her twenty-five-year-old Chevy and slid onto the well-maintained leather driver’s seat, breathing in the scent of old car and raspberry air freshener as she fished her keys from her purse. The ping of rain against the roof was the only sound…even after she turned the ignition key.

      Not even a sputter, a whine or a crank from the old vehicle. Nothing.

      Lucky tried starting the car again with the same results.

      She rested her forehead against the cracked leather steering wheel and closed her eyes. Great. Just what she needed considering she’d just lost her main source of income.

      There was a light tap on her window. She leaned back to stare at the blurry image through the rain-spattered glass. Was that…

      Colin.

      “Are you all right?” she read his lips rather than heard the muffled words.

      Lucky blinked at him. Was the doc really standing out in the rain with no protection, his hands tucked into his slacks pockets as he bent to look inside her car? Yes, he was. And in that one moment everything that had transpired in the past ten minutes had been worth it.

      She yanked open the door and climbed out of the car to stand in front of him. He straightened, seeming to squint at her in the gloomy light.

      “What was that you said?” she asked.

      “I asked if you were all right.”

      Lucky twisted her lips, giving his tall, lean body a full once-over before returning her gaze to his eyes. “Considering I just got fired five minutes ago, my car won’t start, and the lack of an umbrella has made my tank top transparent? I’m just peachy.”

      His gaze dropped down to her breasts. Lucky didn’t have to look. It didn’t take a physics professor to know that white cotton and steady rain made her look like a wet T-shirt contestant.

      Only she was unprepared for the warm shiver that slaked through her at Colin’s slow perusal.

      She rounded him to stand at the front of her car. After sliding her fingers in between the grill slats, she tugged on the release then braced herself as she hauled open the old car’s hood.

      “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about cars, would you, Dr. McKenna?” she asked.

      He came to stand next to her, staring at the grease-covered engine. “I know enough.”

      “And would any of that knowledge help me out with what’s happening now?”

      He looked at her, his mind appearing to be on everything but the status of her car. “It’s my guess your battery’s dead.”

      He walked to the driver’s door, opened it, then pushed in the button that turned off the headlights. When she’d gotten into her car, Lucky hadn’t even been aware they were on. Then again, why would she? If the headlights had drained her sorry excuse for a battery, then there wouldn’t be any juice left to illuminate them now, would there?

      Great.

      Colin closed the door then reached to close the hood.

      Lucky turned to face him. The fact that they stood without a raincoat or an umbrella in the pouring rain didn’t matter to her. Nor did it appear to matter to him as they stood just staring at each other.

      “Well,” she said slowly, feeling oddly turned on by the attention. Attention she had wanted only a few hours earlier in his office but that now seemed somehow…very intimate to her. “I guess you won’t have to worry about running into me again here.”

      He nodded. “Fired?”

      “Very.”

      His mouth turned up into a small smile. “How do you feel about that?”

      Lucky narrowed her eyes. “Dr. McKenna, are you trying to psychoanalyze me in a parking lot in the middle of a thunderstorm?”

      He looked up. “It would have to be thundering in order for it to be a thunderstorm.”

      Lucky could have sworn she’d heard a few cracks and felt the ground shake, but she wasn’t going to say anything in case the sensations had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with Colin McKenna.

      “And you’re avoiding my question,” she said just as he had in his office earlier.

      The very handsome Colin McKenna looked even more delectable mussed up and wet. “Sorry. Hazard of the trade, I guess.”

      “What is? That you always end up sounding like a doctor?”

      He nodded. “Especially when talking to a patient.”

      That’s right. They still were doctor and patient, weren’t they? Despite all that had happened in her own life in the past half hour, their connection remained the same. A connection that prevented the more sexual one she wanted more in that minute than she had at any other point during the day.

      “Mmm.”

      His smile widened. “Can I give you a lift?”

      “What would your lunch companion have to say about your disappearance?”

      He glanced back toward the sports bar.

      Lucky reached into her car, took СКАЧАТЬ