Single and Searching by Rita Herron

Author:Rita Herron
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Beachside Reads
Published: 2011-11-28T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Gabe forgot about secrets as Casey's breasts pressed against his chest.

Her fingers curled into his hair.

He tightened the embrace.

She fit him perfectly.

Perspiration dotted his neck and his breathing came in erratic spurts as he imagined her legs wrapped around him. Calm, cool, and collected. The words darted through his mind, conjuring up an old deodorant commercial, and he wondered which brand of deodorant had been advertised. He certainly needed to find the brand because with Casey in his arms, he felt anything but calm, cool, and collected. His blood pressure would probably register off the charts.

"Gabe, we... we can't do this," Casey whispered. When her warm breath feathered against his neck, primal urges danced through him.

He looked into her eyes and saw uncertainty—and something akin to fear. Tightening his arms around her waist, he struggled for control. "I know," he said softly. Hadn't he promised himself he would wait until after the investigation was over?

Why couldn't he let her go? The question echoed through his mind. Casey had a way of making him forget everything. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

She laid her head against his chest, and Gabe's heart pounded at the way she relaxed into his arms. Getting Casey to trust him meant almost as much as getting her in bed. No, Gabe decided. It meant more.

The phone rang, interrupting the moment, and Casey rushed to answer it. He leaned against the door, pretending he wasn't interested in the call, but a deep frown marred her lovely face, and his instincts automatically kicked in.

"No. Don't call me again," Casey said in a hushed voice. "Just leave me alone, Travis." She hung up the phone and turned to him with a strained smile.

"Who was that?" Gabe asked.

Casey's hands knotted by her side. "Uh, just one of those overzealous salesmen."

She was lying. Gabe gritted his teeth, tempted to shake her. Travis Satterfield had been threatening her on the other line.

He needed time to figure out why.

"Listen, I dropped by hoping I could take you and Henry S. to a Braves game," he said. At least in public, he'd have to control himself. He'd had the tickets for two months and hadn't planned to go, but it seemed like a safe place to be with Casey, so he'd charged over here uninvited. How romantic could a crowded stadium be?

Casey folded her arms. "You mean you have Braves tickets and we're standing here talking and kissing? Why in heaven's name didn't you say something before? I love baseball!"

Gabe laughed. He should have known. Casey might not be calm, sedate, and orderly, but she spoke volumes for the American woman—baseball, apple pie and—what was that third one? Sex appeal?

"Henry S. is at Jenna's," Casey said. "Are you sure you want to take him?"

No, he wasn't sure. If he told Casey what he really wanted to do, it would knock her socks right off, except she wasn't wearing any socks. For that matter, she wasn't wearing any shoes. No wonder the foot fetish guy had been so turned on.

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