Mr. Right Goes Wrong by Pamela Morsi

Author:Pamela Morsi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-03-03T16:00:00+00:00

26

Eli was yawning all through Tuesday. He’d had a “booty call” again on Monday night, and this time he’d waited until well after ten o’clock. Mazy had hurried right over. She hadn’t mentioned the time or that he was going to send her home as soon as he was done with her.

She did, clearly, want to talk to him. She was enthusiastic about a project she was working on for Charlie McDee’s coffee shop. So much so that he literally had to take her breath away to keep her from conversation. She brought it up again during the afterglow.

Eli changed the subject abruptly and definitively.

He gave her behind a hard smack.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t bring another man’s name into my bed,” he growled. “When you’re in my house, with your bare ass on my sheets, it’d better be all about me.”

She was stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I...I...”

For one shiny, hopeful moment, he thought she might tell him where he could go and how he could get there.

But she didn’t.

“Sorry,” she managed to choke out.

Eli moaned aloud at the memory. It was like slapping a puppy.

He didn’t know how long he could keep this up.

“What are you groaning about?” Clark asked him. “Don’t tell me you’re getting too much sex these days. There’s no such thing as too much.”

“My sex life is my own business,” Eli answered. “What are you working on today?” He hadn’t seen his brother stir from his workbench all day.

“Nothing much,” he admitted, holding up a tool catalog from Lie-Nielsen. “My back is hurting a little. I decided to give myself a light duty day.”

To Eli’s mind, thumbing through a catalog wasn’t “light duty,” it was no duty.

“Would you like to find us some winter storage?”

“Sure, sounds great,” Clark replied. He got up from his spot and walked to the rack to get his coat.

“You’re leaving?”

Clark looked at him as if he were an idiot. “You want me to find storage, I’m going out to look at storage.”

“I thought you’d call around first, get some prices or whatever.”

Clark shook his head. “Best thing is to see what’s out there, then worry about whether we can afford it.”

Eli didn’t agree, but he let him go. It was a safe bet that Clark was, in fact, going straight home and he’d make his phone calls from the comfort of his couch.

His brother was becoming less and less of a help to him. He could do the work, but it was rarely up to Eli’s standards. And things that he found tedious, like sharpening tools and grain filling lumber, he simply wouldn’t do. Those chores were always left for Eli. He didn’t mind doing them, he didn’t mind doing anything. But he did mind doing everything.

At least with Clark gone, he could bevel the door fronts of the music cabinet in peace. He actually got quite a bit accomplished for the day, more than he’d expected.

And he was able to restrategize on his bad-enough-for-her-to-fall-for-me plan. After the past few days of some very doltish behavior, it was time for a kinder, gentler Eli.

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