Faithless Angel by Kimberly Raye

Author:Kimberly Raye
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Paranormal, General, Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780505522962
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 1998-02-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Headlining today’s newscast is the horrific fire that swept through a downtown apartment complex—”

Faith sat on the living room sofa, the sun beaming through the window, and punched the button on the remote control, flipping past several talk shows.

“… today we’re talking to the sons and daughters of parents who’ve joined deadly religious cults.”

“… did you know your husband was having an affair with your daughter’s boyfriend’s mother?”

“… we’re featuring cross-dressing fathers and sons and the women who love them.”

Okay, so it looked like cooking or music television. What a choice. She settled for the local video channel and turned her attention to the plate of leftover brownies sitting next to her.

A shadow appeared outside her living room window and her hand paused inches shy of the plate. Her heart lurched forward like a prime race car at the Indy 500. Her gaze darted to the front door, which she’d left unlocked, along with the burglar bars, when she’d gone out to retrieve the newspaper earlier. A disastrous news report blared through her head.

WOMAN FOUND MURDERED IN LIVING ROOM.

No, make that STUPID WOMAN WHO FORGOT TO LOCK HER DOOR FOUND MURDERED IN LIVING ROOM.

She was about to lunge for the dead bolt when the shadow bent down and she heard her lawn mower sputter to life. She crossed the room and stared through the open drapes at Jesse Savage.

Okay, so STUPID WOMAN FOUND DEAD OF OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION. He strode back and forth across her lawn, pushing the mower she kept out back in her garage. She drank in every detail, from his dusty black boots and faded jeans to the black T-shirt stretched over his torso. Strong hands gripped the handles and guided the machine. His forearms flexed. Biceps rippled.

Faith swallowed and her attention shifted.

His steps were sure and steady despite the overgrown grass. Thigh muscles bunched. Released. His tush swayed just so….

She swallowed again before forcing her gaze away.

“Relax,” she muttered to herself and forced a calming breath. It wasn’t as if she were some love-starved teenager lusting after the lawn boy. She was a grown woman, and he was just a man.

Okay, so he was more like man—six feet plus of carved muscle and enough sex appeal to send Aphrodite herself into a tailspin.

Faith couldn’t help but smile.

Her lips still tingled from his kisses. Her nipples puckered at the memory of his mouth and tongue, and a flood of heat washed through her at the memory of his hands…. Geez, he had really great hands, and … he liked brownies.

Her gaze lit on the platter sitting on the sofa.

Minutes later, she slipped outside and sat down on the front porch steps to watch him. She had a really great view for all of one minute before he noticed her.

He cut the mower engine, planted one hand on his hip, and faced her.

“Hungry?” She held up the plate of brownies.

He shook his head and wiped at the sweat dripping down his temples.

“How about thirsty?” She held up a glass of lemonade, then patted the spot next to her.

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