Midnight Kiss: Midnight Confessions\Midnight Surrender\Midnight Assignment by Robyn Carr & Jean Brashear & Victoria Dahl

Author:Robyn Carr & Jean Brashear & Victoria Dahl [Carr, Robyn & Brashear, Jean & Dahl, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Anthologies (Multiple Authors), Romance, General, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780373837434
Google: SPwingEACAAJ
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2010-10-26T07:00:43+00:00

“WHY WOULD YOU NEED a wife?” Jordan asked much later after a delicious dinner. “You’re a really good cook, on top of everything else. What can a woman do for you that you can’t do for yourself? I can’t believe you actually baked that bread.”

Will settled beside her in the porch swing, looking down at her with a knowing grin on his face.

“Well, sex, sure, but you don’t need marriage for that,” she said.

He chuckled and rested his arm behind her. “Man was not made to live alone.” He glanced over at her. “Nor woman, either.”

“You’re wrong. I prefer to be on my own.” Jordan lifted a shoulder. “Some of us just aren’t meant for the long term.”

Will smiled indulgently, then set the swing in motion with a shove of one foot. “For an intelligent woman, you’ve a feather brain at times.”

Jordan smacked him on the belly, but that didn’t faze him. “Protest as you will, sweetheart, but you know I’m right.”

“I do not.” She frowned and glanced over at him again as the feel of his belly registered. The man had a six-pack, she would swear. Suddenly she really, really wanted to see him out of that flannel shirt and the T-shirt beneath.

“What has that lovely brow so wrinkled?”

“You. You weren’t supposed to be sexy, damn it.”

“What?” He did a double take, then guffawed. “How is one man supposed to keep up with that odd mind of yours?”

“You’re big,” she accused.

“I am. And what, might I ask, am I to do about that?”

“Nothing.” She crossed her arms over her stomach and harrumphed. “My type is lean and dangerous.”

Will sighed and set them swinging again. “You’ve no idea what your type is.”

“I suppose you think it’s you.”

He captured her chin. “Now, why would I be wanting to make myself miserable, getting involved with a difficult woman like you, hmm? Last I looked, I’d not taken leave of my senses.”

Stung, Jordan didn’t respond. How could she argue? She was difficult. And, okay, maybe sometimes she was tired of being so on edge all the time, but… He was so not her type, she reminded herself. A man who worked with his hands, who gardened and cooked. Who wanted some country-girl type and had no taste for night life, for the dangerous edge of risk.

“What’s going on in that serpentine brain?” he asked.

“Nothing. I should go,” she said abruptly. “I never meant to spend the whole day here.”

“Coward.” His face was deadly serious.

“I most certainly am not.”

He merely arched one eyebrow. “You know there’s something between us, and you run rather than face it.”

“Face what?” she scoffed. “You barely even kiss me. Who’s the coward?”

His normally affable manner vanished completely. In a blink, he’d plucked her from her seat and settled her on his lap, sliding one big hand to cradle the back of her head.

And kissed the living socks off her.

For a second, she froze.

Then she dived in. To take control, she’d thought…but control wasn’t in the cards. She dug her hands into his sides and felt muscles even more impressive than she’d realized.

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