Still Crushing on His Best Friend's Older Sister by Lee Kilraine

Author:Lee Kilraine [Kilraine, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nancy's Daughter Publishing
Published: 2020-04-23T16:00:00+00:00

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Delaney lay in bed the next morning wishing she could turn the clock back eight hours. Maybe even set the last eight hours on a constant loop. She sighed, running her hand over the cool sheets next to her. Hiding in Quinn’s arms wasn’t any better than bingeing on PBS and cabernet. Okay, it was way better, but she needed to stop it anyway. Blinking her eyes open, she pushed back the sweet memories from last night like warm blankets on a bitterly cold morning.

She normally hated waking up. In part, because good solid sleep had been her Holy Grail over the last few months. But mostly, she dreaded the moment of moving from sleep to wakefulness. When morning snuck in on tiptoe feet, there was a second when her body felt whole and healthy. Normal. She was pre-explosion Delaney, a nurse and an athlete. One precious, cruel sliver, that instant of forgetting. She loved that moment as much as she reviled the one that crashed into it like a speeding train.

Her first movement—no matter what part of her body she moved first, her arm, head, or her hips—was enough to shatter the illusion and send reality hurtling in like a meteor. Her doctor had said it was a combination of kinesthetic memory and phantom sensations. In the early months, she used to look under the covers, hoping she’d dreamed the whole thing. As time went on, she’d learned to suck the moment up quick like foul-tasting medicine.

This morning, the moment barely registered because she woke up feeling pretty damn good. Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to see it was eight a.m. What do you know, Quinn was right about the things you could do to help you sleep at night. Darn if she hadn’t had her first good night of sleep in six months. Sitting up in bed, she grabbed her prosthesis off the floor and slid on the gel liner and then her foot. After a quick shower, she dressed in sweats and headed out into the kitchen to find a cup of coffee and Quinn.

The scent of fresh-brewed coffee led her into the kitchen. Quinn sat staring in deep concentration at a large whiteboard propped on an easel next to his kitchen table. He flipped the board over before looking over and releasing a slow, sexy smile on her that sent a delicious flush through her whole body. Who needed coffee after that? She angled toward the coffeepot anyway to cover her awkwardness.

“Morning.” He moved next to her, handing her a coffee mug from one of the overhead cabinets.

Her attention fixated on the graceful play of muscles in his biceps and forearms until she pulled her gaze away to pour coffee into her mug. She raised an eyebrow at him when he dumped a teaspoon of sugar in her mug. “How do you know I like sugar in my coffee?”

There went that lopsided grin again. “I’m a pretty observant guy, being a cop and all. I like to pay attention to the details.

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