Be My Midnight Kiss by Jean Brashear

Author:Jean Brashear
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Texas
Publisher: Jean Brashear
Published: 2019-02-13T16:00:00+00:00

On Saturday morning, Steph woke early, anticipating Gavin’s arrival. Though she told herself he deserved her bed-head and no shower, she found herself dressed and ready, coffee dripping into the pot by eight o’clock.

An hour later, still no Gavin.

“He said he wanted to take a look at that squeaky closet door,” she muttered. She contemplated going back to bed, but she wasn’t sleepy.

She spent another hour picking up and straightening the loft, though her cleaning service would be in on Monday.

At ten-thirty, she broke. Punched in the cell number she’d told him she didn’t want.

His phone rang and rang. At last he picked up. “Gavin O’Neill.” His voice was distracted.

“Where are you?”

“Hmm—what?” Then his voice changed. “Why, hey, sugar. You’re awake?”

She almost hung up on him. “You said you wanted to look at my closet door. How was I supposed to sleep, knowing you’d be barging in at the crack of dawn?”

“I was busy.”

Busy with what? she wanted to ask but didn’t. Her heart squeezed a little, and anger stirred when she realized she’d already become accustomed to him being around nearly every day.

“I might be able to drop by later,” he offered.

“No need. The door doesn’t bother me.” So there. “Anyway, I have a full day.” Though, she realized, not one item on her list held much appeal.

Which terrified her. “So, just…have a good day.” She started to hang up.

“I was thinking,” he said in a casual tone, “That perhaps you might like to see my place.”

“Your place?” she echoed.

“Yeah. I’m finishing a project. Since you have such a way with tools, maybe you’d like to lend a hand.”

She could hear the smile in his voice and, curse him, that charmed her. “It’s not nice to mock other people.”

At last, that warm chuckle she’d come to depend on. “Oh, I wasn’t mocking, darlin’. You do have a certain…manner with a tool in your hand.”

Normally, Steph would assume a man saying that was talking dirty, but this was Gavin, and she could never quite be sure of anything where he was concerned. “So I could be, like, your apprentice?”

“Um…sure. There’s all kinds of things I’d be delighted to teach you.” There was an unmistakable grin in his voice.

“You are talking dirty to me, in that roundabout redneck way of yours, aren’t you?”

“Me?” His voice was all innocence. “My sainted mama would faint to hear such a thing.” The mischief in his tone grew even more pronounced. “Maybe you should come over and take my measure in person.”

“You make me crazy, you know that?” She couldn’t hold back her own laughter. This man—this impossibly aggravating, ornery, stubborn man—could make her, Steph Hargrove, giggle like the innocent girl she’d never been.

“Is that a complaint?”

“What do you think?” She found herself grinning into the phone. “All right, all right, give me the address. Maybe I’ll drop by later,” she said, deliberately using his casual words.

“Come soon, Stephanie.” His tone edged into husky.

She shivered a little in anticipation as she wrote down the address and ended the call.

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