Brigadoon's Guarded Hearts by Ann Bartle Stewart

Author:Ann Bartle Stewart [Stewart, Ann Bartle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-927134-36-8
Publisher: Bluewood Publishing Ltd
Published: 2011-06-25T00:00:00+00:00

Jealousy was not a feeling Steven liked. He told himself he had no reason to feel it, but when Chelsea bent down to pick up a crop one of the twins dropped, Liam’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

Steven pushed the date book closer to the man now fully engaged in the scene out the window and tapped his finger on the page, hoping to draw his attention to the date Steven had just planned.

Chapter 9

Warm sudsy water ran over Chelsea’s developing tan, across her shoulders and down the cleavage above her breasts as she showered later that afternoon. She lathered the oatmeal soap she favored and followed the dark lines across her chest and down to where the brown skin started again below the midpoint of her thigh.

For now, she could get away with some bronzing powder to cover her tan lines around her neck as long as her dress covered her white back and thighs. She’d have to make lying out at the motel pool a priority on her next day off to even out the markings made by her sleeveless shirts and jeans. She also needed to shave, she thought, running a hand over her legs, but time was of the essence. The pink handled razor raced across her bare skin until it snagged and she cursed. Red oozed down her leg and into the water below. Just great!

Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped a thick beige towel, one of her splurges after her first paycheck, around her firm middle and surveyed the damage to her leg. The nick was small, and a few wipes with a tissue and some Vaseline stopped the bleeding altogether. With a towel wrapped around her hair and a toothbrush hanging slack in her mouth, she surveyed her clothing choices lying across the double bed.

She had planned to wear her black shift dress and lace cardigan, a practical pick considering the uncertainty of the date, but the nick, still red and visible, proved to be a challenge to cover. Her other choice, a spaghetti-strap hombre style maxi-dress in shades of sunset and teal, might give away her anticipation of the meeting and allude to her growing fascination for the trainer. If the date proved to be nothing more than a private meeting to hash out their differences, then she’d feel completely and utterly ridiculous for the choice.

The minutes until seven ticked away, but with every reason she considered to wear one dress, she found a reason not to. She suddenly felt homesick for the closet of designer dresses and suits she’d left behind.

Settling on the multi-colored maxi-dress from a box store’s spring collection, she finished getting ready; blowing her hair out straight and adding a scented lotion over her arms and legs. Putting on her make-up―sheer powder, pale pink lip gloss, a touch of copper eye shadow, and brown mascara, she pondered Steven’s ever changing personality. Up until just a day ago he had been like an ice prince, guarding himself with thick frozen walls and allowing only glimpses of the man inside.

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