Flirting With Danger by Claire Baxter

Author:Claire Baxter [Baxter, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Firefighters of Adelaide#1
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Bliss)
Published: 2013-08-22T10:00:00+00:00

Aaron parked outside the tile store, and Jasmine waited for him to come around to the passenger side and help her out of the car. She was getting the hang of letting him assist her, even if she was hypersensitive to the touch of his hands balancing her while she sorted out the crutch and her bag.

Inside the store he blew out a breath. “Bet you’re glad I took those photos now.”

She nodded, gazing at the stacks of boxes stretching the length of the large space. “You’re not as stupid as you look.”

“Thanks.” He grinned before heading off to find an employee.

Tiles bought, they drove back to her house, where Jasmine regretted admitting that her ankle was aching a little, as Aaron insisted on her sitting under the tree in the front garden with her leg resting on a stool. She reconsidered that regret when he unbuttoned and removed the cotton shirt he’d worn to the shops. He was sporting an old, well-loved T-shirt beneath it, which was probably a good thing, because his broad, bare back would have been enough to make her squirm.

As it was, her nerves started humming beneath her skin. Unlike her own old and well-loved T-shirts, his wasn’t stretched out of shape, and it didn’t hide the body underneath. It stretched across his muscles as he crouched to examine the task ahead of him more closely. The sleeves seemed to shrink as he reached out to tap the tiles, exposing his smooth biceps and causing a rhythmic thud low in her belly.

God, she was pathetic.

“All right. I’ll get some tools and start lifting tiles. I’ll be careful and try to preserve as many of the originals as possible, but there could be breakages. Luckily we bought plenty to spare. I might not finish the job today.”

“It doesn’t matter how long it takes.”

“Even if it means having to put up with me for a couple of days?” He smiled at her over his shoulder.

“I can cope with that.” Especially if she was going to have a ringside seat and a good excuse to watch him.

As he worked, she relaxed. The heat of the day combined with the painkiller made her feel pleasantly serene, and the view gave her something to smile about.

…

Glancing across at Jasmine for at least the tenth time, Aaron sat back on his heels. “What are you thinking about?”

“Me? Why should I be thinking about anything?”

“Because something is making you smile.”

“Oh.” Busted. After a moment she said, “I was thinking about the movie last night.”

“Really? You slept through most of it. Which bit were you thinking about?”

“Um…the car chase.”

“Right.” He couldn’t imagine what about it had made her smile. “Have you noticed how whenever there’s a car chase in an exotic location, a fruit stall always gets overturned? Every time.” He shook his head. “Enough with the fruit stalls, Hollywood.”

“Oh, I know, it’s such a cliché. You know another cliché that drives me mad? When the character could walk down a perfectly well-lit street, but she chooses to walk down the dark alley instead.

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