Stranded With Her Ex by Jill Sorenson

Author:Jill Sorenson [Sorenson, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9780373277247
Google: vEWQ46l--OEC
Amazon: 0373277245
Barnesnoble: 0373277245
Goodreads: 9728886
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Daniela stayed awake late, torturing herself with images of Sean and Taryn, writhing all over each other. She must have drifted off in the wee hours of the morning, because she didn’t remember hearing the girl come in.

As Daniela opened her eyes, Taryn was sitting in the chair across from the bed, brushing her damp hair. Her eyes were puffy and her mouth drawn. The room smelled like honeysuckle.

Daniela sat up in bed, blinking groggily.

Taryn placed the brush on the surface of the desk with a quiet click. “Yesterday, when I said you should leave, I was out of line. I apologize.”

“Apology accepted,” she said, surprised.

“That was unprofessional, not to mention unkind. It won’t happen again.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she murmured.

With a stiff nod, Taryn rose from the chair, turning her attention to the oval mirror on the wall behind the desk. She looked tanned and trim in low-rise jeans and a fitted sweater that left a few inches of her flat belly exposed. Frowning at her reflection, she parted her hair into two sections and began to braid it.

Taryn had the kind of figure Daniela had always envied. Long legs, slender proportions and a lithe upper body. She could probably buy any shirt off the rack and have it fit. By the looks of it, she didn’t even need to wear a bra.

Daniela hadn’t been able to get away with that since the sixth grade.

Annoyed by Taryn’s youthful perkiness, she wrestled out of her sleeping bag. After leaving the warmth of her bed, she changed her clothes in a hurry, shivering from cold. The jeans she chose were old and comfortable, but the long-sleeved top must have shrunk in the wash, because it fit too snugly across the chest. A small row of buttons, halfway down the front, strained to hold in her assets.

Sighing, she rummaged through the rest of her clothes. Luckily, she’d brought a striped scarf. She’d be wearing her jacket all day, anyway, but the scarf would keep her modestly covered until she went outside.

As she draped the scarf around her neck, she noticed Taryn watching her out of the corner of her eye. Her expression wasn’t smug and sultry, like last night. Nor did she seem satisfied about her tryst with Sean.

Instead, she appeared to be burning with resentment. Had he asked her to apologize?

Downstairs, the mood was equally forced. Taryn ignored Daniela and avoided Sean. Elizabeth was more aloof than ever. Even Jason seemed tense.

“Looks like rain,” Brent commented, staring out the front window.

“We have to scrub the catchment pad today,” Jason said. He glanced around the room, as if expecting a chorus of groans. No one said a word.

Brent seemed amused by the strained atmosphere. “I’ll help,” he said. “Unless you want me to do shark watch.”

“No. It’s a labor-intensive job, and we could use the extra muscle.”

“I can’t promise much of that, being more brains than brawn.” He cast a sideways glance at Sean and smiled.

Obviously, Sean had plenty of both.

Daniela pictured him climbing out of the surf yesterday, his chest bare and his pants wet.

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