Break (South Beach Bodyguards #2) by Erin McCarthy

Author:Erin McCarthy [McCarthy, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944172015
Published: 2016-12-10T05:00:00+00:00

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MY MOTHER USED to tell me that I was a homing device for trouble. That I drew it to me magnetically. Every bad kid wanted to be my friend. Every crazy idea sprang to me like I’d invented being stupid. Every girl in high school determined to use a guy to make her boyfriend jealous found me. I’d lived my life differently since Rachel’s death. No hare-brained plans¸ no reckless partying, no worrying about birth control after the fact. Zero attachments, almost no possessions, lots of workouts to run off my frustrations. But no trouble.

Plus, never allowing any sort of tenderness to seep into my heart.

Until now. Until Olivia.

Three times now I’d been in her presence and all three times she had drawn feelings out of me I didn’t want to exist. I wanted to deny it, but when she got woozy from seeing my bullet wound, all I could think was that she was the cutest, sweetest thing ever and I wanted to help her.

What the actual fuck?

If this wasn’t borrowing trouble, I didn’t know what was.

Because after a brief pause, where I stared down at her and wondered what was happening to me, and why I desperately craved a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves, she went up on tiptoes and kissed me.

I hadn’t thought she would. I kept asking, because I’m a dick like that. I was teasing, poking, being a prick. Making myself more comfortable by making her uncomfortable. But she knew my trick and she turned it right around on me because she rose to the challenge and pressed her lips onto mine. A soft kiss, delicate and questing, and she dug her fingernails into my left bicep.

She pulled back far too quickly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was so squeamish, but I’ve never seen a gunshot wound before.”

“My other one was worse,” I assured her. “This is nothing.”

“Your idea of nothing and my idea of nothing don’t mesh.” She glanced down at my arm again.

It didn’t even hurt that much anymore. Throbbing, but not off the charts. “I don’t have any rubbing alcohol. I’ll just pour some whiskey on it.” I had a bottle above the fridge. “Let me get this shirt off.”

“I’ll help you.”

Even better then. I could stand there and let her strip me, no problem. She had the cutest little button nose, and when she concentrated, she scrunched it up. Right now she looked like she was afraid of what she might find when she took off my shirt. “There is no blood anywhere else, I promise.”

“I know.” She glanced up at me under long, dark lashes that were at odds with her blond hair. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

Olivia didn’t have a deep tan like most women I knew. Her time was spent in the classroom and she had soft, fair skin, and full raspberry lips. Her big brown eyes expressed more than I think she knew and now I could tell what she was remembering. The night before.

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