Permanent by Kim Carmichael

Author:Kim Carmichael [Carmichael, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781628279108
Amazon: 1628279109
Publisher: Breathless Books
Published: 2013-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

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“You’re quiet tonight.” Angie laid back and showed Shane where she wanted her tattoo fixed.

“You don’t like the strong, silent type?” He tried a smile, but he couldn’t get it up, literally. There he was, staring right at an attractive woman’s inner thigh, getting a peek at her silk red panties, and his jeans weren’t even a tiny bit tighter. Lindsay honestly wasn’t going to show up. Was she going to blow him off entirely or at least call with her new found phone?

“I like your type.” She spread her leg a little wider. “Is this okay?”

Angie was what he needed, a woman who point blank said he was her type. He swallowed the acid in the back of his throat. Apparently he wasn’t Lindsay’s type. She was the kind to sample the goods and vanish.

Ivan stepped close. “Is our business manager coming tonight or not?”

“Why don’t you call and ask her?” He rubbed his gloved hand over the tattoo in question. Practically feeling Angie up, he still felt no reaction. But yesterday, just a touch of Lindsay’s lips nearly sent him into a stupor.

“I’ll just wait.” Ivan returned to his own customer.

In an attempt to get in the zone, he leaned over to assess what needed to be done. “Have you been in the sun?”

She pursed out her lip. “Just a little.”

“You need to stay out of the sun if you want this to look right.”

“Maybe you can take me out some night and I’ll be so tired, I won’t be able to get outside in the daylight.” She reached over and touched his Mohawk.

She asked him out and he exhaled, knowing he was probably the only man on the planet who realized the irony. However, he was not as indecisive as his business manager and he opened his mouth to respond.

“You’re chick is here.” Carson came by and slapped him on the shoulder. “I think she got caught in a storm.”

“You have a chick?” Angie leaned up on her elbows.

She came. Lindsay was there. With his stomach rolling, he lowered Angie’s leg and looked over to watch Lindsay tear into the shop. “I don’t know.” It took effort not to run to her. He stood and ripped his gloves off. If she came only to do her books, he would ask her to leave and they could take him to IRS jail.

With her chest heaving, Lindsay glanced around the room until she found him.

He ground his teeth, willing his feet not move, no matter how small and scared she looked with her dirty face and messed up suit, not to mention her hair. Something happened, but he couldn’t care what. He just couldn’t.

She came forward, her gaze falling on Angie with her exposed leg out at his station, and she stopped.

He shoved his hands in his pockets.

She blinked and continued her trek to him.

Still, he didn’t say a word. If she needed to talk she could start.

“Shane.” Her voice was no more than a cracked whisper.

“I’m right here.”

After another peek at Angie, she shut her eyes.

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