Second Harmony by Bretton Barbara

Author:Bretton, Barbara [Bretton, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
Published: 2012-04-29T07:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Ten~~

Sandra was sprawled across his living-room sofa, her eyes closed, her long legs propped up on the arm.

"Tired?" Michael asked, sweeping up the last of the pizza crusts Davey had scattered on the rug.

"Exhausted?" The word sounded suspiciously like a yawn.

Michael grinned. "The David McKay Show wore you out, huh?"

One eye opened. It was amazing how much outrage one sleepy blue eye could convey. "I have a lot of energy," she said. "I'm just conserving it."

"Conserving it for what?" Michael dropped down next to her, his hand playing lightly with a stray lock of her hair. "Do you have something special in mind?"

"Yes," she said. "Getting myself home in one piece."

"I'll drive you back." He watched as she stifled a yawn, and then sat up straight. "I'll bundle Davey in a few blankets and strap him in the back seat."

"It's not far," she said, smoothing her hair down with the palm of her hand. "I'll be okay."

"I don't like you out there on the road so late."

She laughed, amused. "How did I ever manage without you, Michael?"

Damned if he didn't feel a blow to his male pride, but he refused to let her know it. The truth was, he wanted her more dependent, more needful of the tenderness and concern that hid behind his macho exterior.

The way he needed her scared him. His need was wrapped around his heart; it tore at his sinews and burrowed inside his bones until it was a physical ache.

At times she seemed so distant, so self-contained and solitary that, despite the words of love and the past they shared, he wondered how he figured in her life.

He'd asked her to stay the night, but she'd refused and he hadn't pressed her. This wasn't the time to add any more fuel to Art Bentley's fire – and the presence of Sandra Patterson was enough to start a forest fire.

There'd been another message waiting for him from Art when he got home, and two from his lawyer. None of the message was good. Art was on the Italian-racing-bike kick again, and Michael had simply fast-forwarded his way past the usual tirade while Sandra and Davey went out to pick up the pizza.

His lawyer's message was something else again. Art had hired a private investigator, and was determined to catch Michael in something unsavory.

Something like having a woman in his house.

He forced the thought from his mind. Across the room Pepper squawked and Sandra laughed.

"Rodan the Flying Monster's at it again," she said, tilting her head in the parrot's direction. "I nearly passed out when David let him out of his cage."

"Rodan weighs two pounds, sandy. I think you can handle him."

"Two pounds of beak."

"You'll get used to him."

"Don't bet on it."

He pulled her to her feet and held her close.

"What about Davey?" he asked. "Can you get used to him?"

"Maybe the question is, can he get used to me."

"He's like his father," Michael said, nuzzling the side of her neck, savoring the warm pounding of her pulse beneath his lips.

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