Italian Stallions by Karin Tabke & Jami Alden

Author:Karin Tabke & Jami Alden [Tabke, Karin & Alden, Jami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Erotica
ISBN: 9780758225597
Google: pGo4mQEACAAJ
Amazon: B001AK43ZW
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2008-07-01T23:00:00+00:00

3

“H ow’s the place?”

Theresa could hear the clang of silverware in the background as Gia spoke. “Good,” Theresa grunted as she hefted another box of books and moved it over by the bookshelves. It was Saturday, and she was doing her best to get settled into the guest cottage before she had to go to work. “Thanks again for letting me borrow your car.” Theresa hadn’t had much stuff in storage, but she’d still managed to pack Gia’s car to capacity.

“No problem. How’s the dog? Is he giving you any trouble?”

Theresa checked out the blond, drooling lump in the corner. As though sensing her stare, Chester raised his head and gave his tail a thump. “I don’t know what the big deal is. He seems like a good dog. Well, except for the humping thing, of course.” When she’d first come to look at the place and meet Chester, the dog had responded to her scratch on the ears by immediately jumping up and going at her leg. Vince scrambled to yank the dog off, relieved that Theresa thought it was more funny than anything.

Vince came in with a box, his biceps stretching the sleeves of his T-shirt as his muscles strained at the weight. “Where do you want this?”

“Anywhere you can find space,” Theresa said. Vince dropped the box and went out for another load.

“Was that Vince?” Gia asked.

“He’s helping me bring my stuff in. And,” she said in a lower tone, “providing excellent eye candy.” That was the understatement of the year. In his threadbare T-shirt and well worn jeans, he should have looked like a slob. But somehow the shirt emphasized his wide, muscular shoulders and corded arms. And the way those jeans hugged his perfect ass should have been a crime. Theresa had considered herself dead below the waist for the past year or so, and it had been ages since she’d given a guy a second look.

But all day she’d found herself staring after Vince, tracking his moves with her tongue practically hanging out.

“If I didn’t have Gabe, I’d be jealous,” Gia sighed. “So maybe you and Vince—”

Theresa cut her off before Gia could even voice the thought. “Bite your tongue! The last thing I need is another man in my life to screw it all up. Besides, judging from the woman he was in with last week, I’m not even close to his type. And just between you and me,” she said, her voice dropping to a stage whisper, “you should see how neat his house is. You wouldn’t believe it, Gia, I mean, absolutely nothing is out of place. It’s kind of creepy.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You have to wonder about a guy who takes cleanliness that seriously.”

“You don’t think Vince is gay?”

“No, not at all,” Theresa said. “But I think he’s kind of anal—you know, one of those guys who likes to put a towel down before sex so he doesn’t mess up his designer sheets.”

Gia laughed. “But I bet it would be a really nice towel.

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