The International Kissing Club by Ivy Adams

Author:Ivy Adams
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
Published: 2012-03-05T23:00:00+00:00

The morning would have gone a lot smoother if Tanner had kept his hands to himself.

Last spring, Jake Robinsky had taken Izzy to the Valentine social. The guy had been like an octopus. He looked innocent enough at first glance, but he seemed to have eight arms, and every one of them was focused on dragging her closer to his mouth.

This wasn’t like that at all. Tanner didn’t grope or paw. His touch was never invasive or inappropriate. And he never once tried to grab her ass. But he was just always there. Right beside her. Covering her hand as he showed her how to coax the tractor into third. Leaning close to be heard over the hum of the engine. Brushing against her legs as he showed her how to use the throttle.

His nearness set her on edge. Made her nervous in a way it never had before. She found herself longing for the days when she’d been Invisabel Isabel, the girl no one noticed.

Not that she thought he meant anything by it. Not that she would have acted on it, even if he had. Tanner was Piper’s.

Even though Piper wasn’t here. Even though she was off kissing half of France—half of Europe, for that matter—it didn’t make any difference. Because he was Piper’s.

Or rather, he was actually Germaine’s.

A fact she was reminded of just before noon, when Germaine’s white Acura came barreling down the dusty road leading to the Sun Valley Orchard.

After Izzy had mastered driving the tractor up and down the long driveway, Tanner had hooked a tiller to the back of the tractor and had her tilling a fallow stretch of land beside the house. Still, there had been a lot of cringing, head shaking, and exaggerated wincing on his part. At least until they both saw the cloud of dust coming down the road.

At the end of the row, Tanner reached over Izzy and turned off the tractor. Then he nodded toward the car. “We have company.”

“Is that Germaine?” Izzy asked, her voiced sounding too loud after riding on the tractor all morning.

“Looks like it.”

For an instant, something odd flickered across Tanner’s expression—a tightness through his jaw, like he was holding back a comment.

But the expression passed when the car pulled to a stop in front of the house and Germaine climbed out. She was dressed in a short denim skirt, a skimpy white shirt, and turquoise cowboy boots. Izzy would have bet money that Germaine thought the outfit was farm-girl clothes.

Germaine gave a little wave before popping the trunk of her car and leaning far enough into it to show off most of her ass. When she straightened, she was holding a blanket and a picnic basket. Tottering on the heels of her boots, she carried both items over to the tractor.

“Hey, Germaine—” Tanner started, but before he could say more, Germaine had set down the basket and blanket and launched herself at Tanner. She plastered her body against his and yanked his head down.

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