Houston, We Have A Problem by Erin McCarthy

Author:Erin McCarthy [McCarthy, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780758205971
Publisher: Kensington Pub Corp
Published: 2004-08-31T23:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Ten

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Houston watched Josie saunter off into his kitchen like she owned the place, her curvy backside twitching beneath that too-short skirt, reminding him of the view he'd had earlier.

What was this just friends crap all about? One minute she was suggesting they have a no-holds-barred affair, and the next she was delivering a bad breakup line. He didn't want to be friends with her. He didn't even want to work with her. He wanted her for one thing, and one thing only, and he'd gotten that and it was enough.

And he was a lousy liar, even to himself.

He wanted something else, he just couldn't figure out what to call it. But it sure as hell wasn't a platonic, nurse-him-back-to-health friendship. Yet Josie wasn't coddling him, fussing over his wounds, or making weird gasping noises of horror like his sister had done.

It was the doctor in her. She was matter-of-fact about the injury, thoughtful of his comfort, but not hovering. No, she had just kept him company, just like his mother had suggested, talking about a staggering array of subjects with lightning speed and acting like she'd never once thought of him in any way other than a casual acquaintance and fellow doctor.

Despite her little bombshell statement about going down on him, she was now being about as sexually suggestive as a nun. He could see her in the kitchen, talking to his mother and putting away coffee in his pantry. No woman had ever entered his pantry before. He felt violated, naked as she witnessed his cereal, canned corn, and fast food ketchup packs scattered around.

Left out and not liking it, he called, "Mom, can you get me a water or something?"

His petty plan to break up their female gabfest backfired when it was Josie who brought him an ice-filled glass, perspiration running down its side, a smile on her lips. Plump lips that so recently had been on his.

He took the water from her. "Thank you."

"Sure." She ran her hands through her hair and stood there, feet crossed at the ankles.

Not sure why she was still hanging around, he took a sip of water, catching a square ice cube between his front teeth as he ignored her.

Suddenly her fingers were in his hair and her breasts scraping across his face, a soft, warm cotton T-shirt pushing into his eye and nose. Houston jerked sideways, spilling some water in his lap and losing the ice cube down the front of his shirt, "What the hell are you doing?"

"There was a bug in your hair." She showed him a beetle squeezed between her thumb and index finger.

Christ. He brushed at his shirt and boxer shorts, which were sporting a nice wet spot front and center. "You made me spill my water."

"Oh! Sorry. Here, I'll walk you to your bedroom and help you get changed."

It was a suggestive comment, no question about it. His brain knew it and his dick knew it, but Josie blinked at him in innocence.

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