Colton Christmas Rescue by Beth Cornelison

Author:Beth Cornelison [Cornelison, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, Romance, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Suspense, Suspense, Series, Harlequin Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9781472015938
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Without hesitation she snatched her phone from her back pocket, ready to call the police, ready to sound the alarm that her daughter had been taken, that Slade could be hurt...when a noise in the bathroom caught her attention. Water running.

Heart in her throat and phone still in her hand, Amanda crept toward the closed bathroom door. Twisted the knob. Prayed. Please don’t let Slade or my baby be dead!

When Amanda cracked open the door, a cloud of scented steam billowed out. The humid, pungent air wrapped around her like a suffocating quilt.

But it was the sight that greeted her that stole her breath. Slade, dripping sweat, sitting on the floor, propped against the side of the bathtub with Cheyenne lying facedown against his chest. His bare chest. His long muscled bare legs stretched out in front of him.

Amanda blinked, her pulse jumping. Slade wore only his boxer briefs, damp now and clinging to his... Oh, my! She released a stuttering breath.

Hot water poured from the bathtub spigot, renewing the supply of steam. The closed toilet seat beside him was littered with a vial of menthol rub— so that was what she smelled— a nasal aspirator and a box of facial tissues. Her daughter had been stripped to her diaper and, rosy cheeked, snoozed soundly beneath Slade’s splayed hand.

Amanda tried to process the scene, her brain slow to shift from panic over a potential kidnapping to...this. A full-scale respiratory intervention...with a heavy dose of drool-worthy, oh-my-god-what-a-bod man sprawled on her floor.

Hearing her enter, Slade raised bleary eyes to her and swiped perspiration from his face. When she opened her mouth to speak, he pressed a finger to his lips and whispered over the whoosh of rushing bath water, “I just got her to sleep. If you wake her, I will douse you in honey and stake you to an ant hill.”

She choked on a throttled laugh, shaking her head in wonder.

“What happened here?” she asked, even though the evidence was clear.

He sighed. “It’s been a rough night. She does not like having her nose suctioned.”

“Can you blame her?” Amanda smiled, even as tears of gratitude and awe puddled in her eyes. The rough, tough ranch-hand-slash-WBI agent had spent the evening sweating and dealing with her cranky, snotty baby. He’d stuck with the task, putting Cheyenne’s needs first, and hadn’t abandoned her when it got hard and dirty and uncomfortable. Her chest throbbed with a tender ache. Slade had definitely won major “prince” points tonight.

And it didn’t hurt that he looked so damn sexy for his efforts...even if his hair was frizzing a little in the humidity. Especially because his hair was frizzing in the humidity. She had the same problem with her hair, and somehow it humanized him and endeared him to her all the more that he suffered from the same annoyance.

She shook her head, a grin tugging her cheek. “I can’t believe you voluntarily suctioned my baby’s stuffy nose. Most guys I know would be grossed out and run the other way.

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