Weeding Out Trouble by Heather Webber

Author:Heather Webber
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 9780061983085
Publisher: HarperCollins

Twelve

“Holy hell!” I cried, borrowing Perry’s phrase, as I opened the door to Bobby’s house. The blast of heat nearly knocked me down his front steps.

BeBe pranced and drooled as Bobby came out of the kitchen.

I think I drooled too. He wore nothing but a pair of boxers.

He looked…hot. No maybes about it.

And it had nothing to do with the temperature.

Bobby rubbed BeBe’s head, murmuring to her about being a good schnitzel.

I wasn’t the only one spending too much time with Brickhouse.

Once I pried my gaze from Bobby’s sculpted stomach, and the line of hair that trickled from his belly button down beneath the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers, I found him staring at me.

“Coming in?” he asked.

My mouth had gone completely dry, while my insides felt like they’d dissolved into one of the puddles of melted snow outside.

Absently, I nodded, and closed the door behind me. Placing my bag down, I kicked off my boots, leaving them on a small throw rug, and zipped off my down vest.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. “Why’s it so hot in here?”

“Furnace is broken.”

I noticed the wrench in his hand then. Funny how I hadn’t seen it before.

“Is that dinner?” he asked, gesturing to the Baggie in my hand.

I nodded, unable to keep my gaze from his chest, his abs, and the slight sheen covering both.

He laughed.

“What? Oh.” My head snapped up. I smiled. “No,” I said, shaking the doggy kibble, “this isn’t dinner. Not ours, at least.”

BeBe’s tail thumped wildly, knocking a lamp off a side table. Luckily, it fell onto the sofa and didn’t break.

“I should probably feed her.”

She spun in circles.

Bobby laughed again. “Toss it to me.”

I did, and BeBe lunged for it, catching it in midair. Doggy kibble flew out everywhere. She crunched and gobbled, sucking every piece she could find from the rug, a canine vacuum.

“I guess that takes care of BeBe.” Bobby picked up little plastic bits. “Are you hungry?”

My shirt stuck to me, and my jeans were starting to dampen as well. Twice in one day. Unfair. “I could eat. But I really want to change into something a little cooler.”

His blond hair had curled with the humidity in the room, and he looked more tantalizing than ever. Then he winked. “Are you flirting with me, Nina Quinn?”

Oh. My. His wink did something to me. Always had. There was something so seductive in the way he did it. “Maybe.” At this rate we wouldn’t be eating, and we wouldn’t be talking. “Did you fix the furnace?”

“I beat it into submission. It’s just going to take a while for the place to cool down.”

“Why not open some windows?”

“I thought about it, but then again how often do we get a heat wave in November? Might as well enjoy it. I can make you a margarita.”

“Are you flirting with me, Bobby MacKenna?”

“Definitely.”

Whoo-ee. The temperature in the living room had jumped up another degree or two.

BeBe sniffed out the last of the kibble, and plopped herself on a thick woven rug in front of the brick fireplace.

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