The Pediatrician's Personal Protector by Mallory Kane

Author:Mallory Kane [Kane, Mallory]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, General, Suspense, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9781426875120
Google: T2ygPeootd4C
Amazon: B0041KLF90
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2010-10-31T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Reilly got almost no sleep. Images of what could have happened to Christy kept swirling in his head.

Christy standing in front of the dresser, the bullet impacting her in the side and knocking her to the floor, her lifeblood seeping into the hardwood boards.

The faceless killer taking aim, squeezing the trigger then escaping through the vacant lot, leaving telltale DNA in the form of droplets of blood on the sharp twigs and briars.

He must have drifted off a few times because occasionally those horrific nightmares morphed into sensual dreams.

Christy sinking into a steaming tub of water, bath oils and perfumes glistening on her skin, her black hair pinned up but falling.

Him holding a soft white towel out for her as she rose from the steam, rivulets of glistening water running down between her breasts, down to her waist and hips, her belly and farther.

Finally, around five o’clock, he got up and took a shower—first cold because he had to, then hot. He threw on a pair of comfortable jeans and made a pot of coffee.

With mug in hand, he spread Autumn Moser’s case file out on his dining room table and started reading, occasionally pausing to input a note or an impression into his mini-notebook computer.

He’d made it almost through the case file and was on page eleven of his notes when he heard the door to the guest suite open.

He looked up as Christy walked into the living room and squinted at the glass wall, where the sun was just beginning to light the sky. She had on pink satin pajamas that matched the cast on her wrist and left her arms and her slender ankles bare.

Pink pajamas. He smiled. That was interesting. He didn’t think she’d had time to go shopping, so the pajamas must have been packed in her suitcase. And that meant, despite her grousing about the cast, she did in fact like pink. What else was she hiding under her crisply tailored clothes?

He let his gaze slide over her body. The tips of her breasts were clearly outlined by the slinky material, and the way it draped left little doubt as to how shapely her slender body was. He felt like a voyeur. She obviously had no idea he was sitting there.

He held his breath and didn’t move as she turned from the window toward the kitchen. It was rude not to announce himself, but he wanted to watch her a little longer. It was the first time he’d had a chance to really study her at leisure. One or both of them had always been busy when they’d been together before.

Her hair was glossy and black. It caught and absorbed the dim early morning light like velvet, and cast enticing shadows along the elegant curve of her neck and shoulders.

He clenched his jaw against the heat that rose in his groin at the sheer womanliness of her.

She started as if he’d made a sound and her gaze darted to the dining table where he sat.

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