Montana Rogue (Big Sky Mavericks Book 7) by Debra Salonen

Author:Debra Salonen [Salonen, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2015-10-08T04:00:00+00:00

“Do you want me to open a bottle of wine?” Tucker asked.

Amanda turned in the doorway of the ensuite attached to her bedroom. She looked at the bed where a very naked Tucker waited. Gorgeous, unbelievably buff, heartthrob handsome, and very turned on. A zing of anticipation rushed through her body from head to toe then back to her lady parts. “No, thank you. I’m good. Just need a minute. Don’t fall asleep.”

He waggled a condom package and gave her a devilish wink. “No chance of that.”

She closed the pocket door and took care of the personal ablutions she hadn’t been able to do while in the car. I had sex in a car, a part of her mind shrieked. Another part of her head did a crazy dance. I had sex in a car. And it was awesome.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a flyaway mess. Her chin showed the faint abrasion from Tucker’s five o’clock shadow. But, damn, she felt good. Liberated. Free, in a way she’d never known.

Was it Montana? Was her independent grandmother’s spirit rubbing off on her? Or was she falling for Tucker?

She stuck out her tongue and said, firmly, “No.”

A casual fling between two unattached adults didn’t require any kind of emotional commitment. Given Tucker’s rather highly publicized job and well-documented flirtations on social media, he’d be looking for the exact opposite of commitment. And that worked for her.

Thinking about his professional persona—The Full Mountie—made her frown. They hadn’t spoken about what life was like on the road with American Male, but Amanda guessed he probably had his pick.

And he picked me.

For now, she reminded herself. And now was all she needed.

On impulse, she picked up the oversized pink and olive silk scarf she’d found in one of the boxes in the attic and brought back to the guesthouse to wash and hang out to dry. Molly had given her free rein to keep anything that caught her fancy from the attic boxes. This scarf spoke to her.

She draped it across her shoulders, positioning it carefully. She wasn’t a dancer, but how hard could it be to strip for a man who was already naked and ready to go?

She turned off the light before sliding the door open, slowly. Stepping into the threshold, she struck a Lauren Bacall-like pose. “Do you like my scarf?”

Tucker’s grin made her heart do a double somersault. “Sexy. Are you channeling your inner Scheherazade?” He scrambled to his knees and grabbed his phone. “Wait. You need Rimsky-Korsakov. I have Valery Gergiev conducting the Vienna Philharmonic on here somewhere.”

She tilted her head as the strings began to swell. Of course, she’d attended many performances of major symphonic works with her parents over the years. She was no stranger to opera, art, and orchestras. But seeing the look of rapturous appreciation on Tucker’s face as the flutes flirted with the violins caused something unexpected and a little unnerving to settle suspiciously close to her heart.

This man possessed depths he hid from the world.

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