This Guy's in Love by Kathryn Shay

Author:Kathryn Shay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: workplace romance, opposites attract, princess romance, police romance, strong woman romance, sisters in love, italian family novel
Publisher: Kathryn Shay

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Two hours later, Ty limped into the hotel, leaning heavily on Francesca. The soreness had skyrocketed. With his arm hung over her shoulder, he grunted out, “This is humiliating.”

“I like having you need my help.”

“Why is that?”

“I have no idea.” She read the signs on the wall. “Let’s go right to the pool area. You can wait in the locker room for me while I go buy suits.”

“You’re sore, too, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you’re bruised.” They made their way into the pool area and she walked right into the men’s locker room with him.

They found a few guys in various stages of undress. One said, “Hell, lady,” but the other winked. “If you see something you like, let me know.”

“Dream on, pal,” Ty threw back at him.

She left him seated on a chair in front of a mirror. What the hell? One side of his face was black and blue. No wonder he felt so bad. His eyes closed.

Francesca’s concern had touched him because it was genuine. She’d worried about him. Then he remembered what she looked like with her hair down. Stunning wasn’t too dramatic a word to describe the thick, straight locks falling down her back. Briefly, he’d wondered how she even corralled them into a knot. She was definitely full of surprises.

He began to doze.

He heard a soft, “Ty?” She was back. With a suit for him. “Can you manage this?”

“It’s a Herculean effort, but I’m going to pass on your implied offer to help me undress.”

Throwing the suit at him, she quipped, “Call me when you’re ready. I’ll come back and help you out to the pool area.”

“Please. I can make it to the hot tub.”

“All right, I’ll meet you there.”

Even though they’d given him some strong pain medication, it took him forever to change into the navy suit. He limped out of the locker room, swearing. She was waiting by the hot tub. His jaw dropped. Francesca was a bundle of curves and indentations, fully revealed by an otherwise plain red Speedo. He had no idea, even though he’d seen her in shorts this week.

She came up to him. “I’m going to get you down the steps. The last thing we want is for you to slip.”

“Okay.”

With his arm on silky skin, he leaned on her. Though her hair was tied up again, he could smell its jasmine scent, like the flower that grew in their garden back home. She helped him down the steps, into the water. He eased onto the bench. As he got used to the heat, he began to feel better.

She lounged a few feet away. “Better?”

“Like I’m livin’ in high cotton.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

“It usually means you’re successful, but my mama used it to describe something that felt real good.”

“That Southern accent is more pronounced in your voice.”

“Only when I’m hurting or aroused.” Her face blanked. “Hell, that was inappropriate. I’m sorry.”

“Your defenses are down. You’re forgiven.”

He watched her.

“Why don’t you lean back and close your eyes?” Francesca asked.

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