Her Cowboy's Triplets by Sasha Summers

Author:Sasha Summers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-02-06T20:00:01+00:00

Chapter Ten

India felt the beat of Brody’s heart against her hand. It was fast. No, not fast. Thundering. The concern in those tawny eyes reached down inside and melted the ice around her heart. No. Dammit. No. She had to fight this. Fight him.

“India?” he asked, tugging her aside of the door.

“Stop, please,” she whispered. “You keep looking at me like that...”

He grinned, one brow cocking up. “Like I want you, India. I do. To be here for you.”

Her breath escaped on a shudder. The memory of his hands gripping her against him, his lips sealed against hers, flashed through her eyes.

His eyes narrowed. “You want me to kiss you.” He swallowed. “I’m happy to do it. Right here on Main Street in front of the whole damn town—”

“Stop.” She covered his lips with her hand, startled when he pressed a kiss to her fingertips. The touch was a jolt to the system—racing down her arm, into her chest and low in her belly. It was heaven. The heat in his eyes was all that mattered.

No, it wasn’t. They were out in the open, for crying out loud. Her gaze darted around what appeared to be an empty street. But half a dozen storefront windows lined the opposite side of the street. For all she knew, twice as many eyes were watching them—taking notes and making phone calls. And still, the feel of his lips kept her captive. What was she thinking? What was he thinking?

His eyes blazed with raw hunger, a hunger she shared.

“Behave,” she whispered, tugging her hand from his and hurrying into the Soda Shop.

Cal sat with Brody’s girls, talking animatedly. Ramona Wallace listened as well, looking a little shell-shocked and in need of reinforcements. Small puddles of ice cream covered the tabletop—along with a mountain of napkins and wet wipes.

“He’s wearing a pirate patch over his bad eye, but he’ll be okay,” Cal finished.

She gripped the chair back, doing her best to steady her heart and her breathing. Even now, the look in Brody’s eyes had her weak-kneed.

The girls clapped and laughed.

“I’m so glad,” Mrs. Wallace said. “Suellen said he was quite the hero, knocking you out of the way before the snake struck.”

Cal puffed up with pride. “He was a hero.”

“You’re lucky to have him.” Mrs. Wallace smiled.

“We all were.” Brody’s voice made India jump, clinging to the chair back. “I told India and Cal to have some ice cream with us. Maybe some real food, too.” He took a seat between his girls, his gaze finding hers.

“Mom wants French fries,” Cal said. “Come on, Mom, sit down.”

“Why bite Tanner?” Amberleigh asked.

“Snakes don’t have arms or legs or hands or feet so I guess they have to do something to protect themselves,” Cal said.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard it explained that way, Cal,” Brody said. “But I’d say that’s about right.”

India wavered. She wasn’t the least bit hungry for food. What she was craving sat four feet away, grinning like a fool—knowing damn well she was struggling.

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