Late Bloomer by Barbara Lohr

Author:Barbara Lohr [Lohr, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781945523045
Publisher: Purple Egret Press
Published: 2017-06-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Deep breathing? Carolyn was fighting a losing battle by the time Brody pulled into a driveway. How high up were they?

“You okay?” Glancing over, he pushed a button on his rear view mirror. The gates swung open.

“Sure, it’s just the height thing.” She went to put a hand on her stomach, but it wound up on her heart.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize it was that bad.” He eased the SUV through the gates.

Yes, it’s that bad, His Hotness. “Not that important. My fear of heights? Just my character flaw.”

“Trust me, you don’t have any flaws.”

“Sure, right.” Releasing her death grip on the door handle, she motioned to his amazing house. “Wow. Guess I should have expected this after seeing your project.”

“Don’t be too impressed. I’m glad you like it.”

This was a whole new side of Brody. Architect and home owner, while she rented a bungalow in Gull Harbor. The wise cracks and ambling teen-age gait? He’d definitely moved beyond those.

And now she knew more about his journey. Their conversation in the cafe replayed in her mind. A deepening respect added to the appeal of His Hotness. Brody parked and they got out. She followed him up shallow stone steps to massive double doors.

When he unlocked and pushed one open, cool air greeted them. This was a day of discovery. Any preconceived notions she’d had about Brody vanished once she stepped inside. Black leather and rough-hewn wood. A walls of windows with a kitchen island off to the left. “This is a man cave.”

“Of course it is.” Tossing his keys on a metal and glass side table with a neat industrial look, he saw her expression and laughed. “What did you expect? That it would look like my locker? Should I throw some dirty gym clothes on the floor?”

She had to laugh with him. “You got me there.” Athletic shirts and shoes had always spilled from his locker, along with empty pop cans, barely used notebooks and dog-eared Cliff Notes. No more. That was all in the past. The worn leather furniture looked expensive and comfortable. A thick sheet of glass topped a gnarled wooden base, serving as a coffee table. Pillows in patterns like those in the museum were tossed here and there. She even saw bookshelves off to one side.

Now that was amazing. “Very masculine. Breathtaking.”

“Which is it? Masculine, breathtaking or both?” he teased.

She met his dancing eyes. “You’re still a stinker, Brody Wolf.”

“And you’re still h...”

“What?” She leaned closer.

But he’d slipped back into sphinx mode. With a shake of his head, he shed his jacket and reached for hers. When his hands cupped her shoulders, her skin heated.

“Hey, you’re trembling.”

“Am I?” That would be a yes.

Folding her jacket onto the sofa, he never broke eye contact. When he put his arms around her waist, she leaned forward until her forehead grazed his chin. He released a breath with a hiss.

Turning, he glanced toward the windowed wall, one arm still snug around her waist. “You okay with this?”

The scenery was beautiful.

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