The Time Star by Georgina Lee

Author:Georgina Lee [Lee, Georgina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barbara Phinney
Published: 2011-11-09T00:00:00+00:00

Was this man for real? Waneeta laughed self-consciously, ignoring the warning bells again. "Well, I've been busy working, saving my money to buy a house."

"Working!" he interjected. "Doing what?"

"I'm the manager of a sports store."

"A manager! Of a sports store? But you're a woman!"

Waneeta laughed incredulously. She couldn't let this one pass. "Glad you noticed! I've worked hard to get where I am. Don't you think I know anything about sports?"

Hurriedly, he answered, "It's not that, Miss. It's just you shouldn't have to work. I mean, you're the type of lady that should lead a pampered life."

"Good grief, I haven't yet!"

"I'd put you on a pedestal. Under glass," he said softly.

Waneeta heard the alarm bells ring again, louder. Much louder. "Here?" she teased, weakly. "For what? The local chipmunk population?"

Without answering, Thomas reached forward and lifted one of her lazy curls from her neck, his knuckles brushing her skin, causing every nerve to tingle. Waneeta's blood pounded in her veins and butterflies fluttered deep in her belly. It was all she could do to stop herself from laying her cheek on his hand.

Thomas analyzed the color of her hair. "This is a unique colour. You're a brunette, yet this morning, it's suddenly much lighter."

After a moment of strained silence, he spoke. "For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood. They flash upon that inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude. And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils."

That did it for Waneeta. She didn't know of any man who quoted poetry. The very romantic core within her surged outward and silenced those stupid warning bells that had clanged all too often when Thomas spoke.

Fingering the wavy tendril, he said, "Wordsworth. My father taught Literature, and my mother loved flowers."

"Did they dance in the daffodils?"

Thomas let the curl fall. He watched it come to rest on her shoulder. "Not that I know of."

Suddenly, he hauled her into his arms, and Waneeta let out a gasp. "Come, dance with me!" he ordered and whirled her about, moving to a rhythm in his mind.

Waneeta laughed. Caught up in his spontaneous dance, she tried to follow. But only he heard the music, and she trod on his feet for proof. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she cried out as he quite deftly played the injured party, clutching his bruised toes and pulling a terrible face. She grabbed his arms. "I'm afraid I can't hear the music!"

Thomas immediately dropped his foot and yanked her close. Waneeta lost her breath somewhere between grabbing his hard biceps and his hauling her into his chest. Was it her imagination, or could she really see hunger in his eyes? Maybe it was a reflection of the need that coursed through her. She ran a nervous tongue over her lips, parting them after. Thomas tightened his grip on her, and she felt his hard frame press against her.

His chest crushed her breasts, but she couldn't find the voice to object. She wasn't planning on looking for it, either.

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