Taming Tess (The St. John Sibling Series) by Raffin Barbara

Author:Raffin, Barbara [Raffin, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-21T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Why had she vowed to stay until her house was fixed when she'd had it all settled in her mind that she was leaving?

Because Roman St. John aggravated her and the oaf didn't deserve a break. Never mind that nagging notion in the back of her mind that there was something else driving her change of mind.

And now, after their lunch of bread and cheese, she was even joining him to inspect a property Brody was considering converting into a sports camp for handicapped kids. She simply couldn't turn down Brody's invitation, especially when smoke had all but spewed from Roman's ears.

But she was having second thoughts now that she was seated between the two men in Brody's truck. The truck hit a bump in the road. Even with its super absorbent shocks, Tess was jostled into Roman.

"Maybe if you belted yourself in, you would stay put," Roman grumbled.

"I am belted in," she fired back at him. "Maybe if your arm wasn't in the way, I wouldn't bump into it."

"It's attached to me. I don't have a lot of options of where to put it."

"I know where I'd like to put it," she muttered, folding her arms across her chest in an effort to create more space between them.

Brody chuckled.

Roman grumbled something about betting he could guess where that would be and placed his arm along the back of the seat. The move reminded her of the night of the fire when Roman had driven her to his house. He'd slung his arm across the back of the seat then, too. Only this time, it was the crook of his arm close to the nape of her neck instead of his fingers. This time, he was closer to her.

The truck hit a pothole and Roman's arm bumped her shoulder. Tess' whole body went on alert. She'd had a taste of how thoroughly Roman could touch a woman. He, on the other hand, seemed to be experiencing a different reaction. Judging by the crunch of leather in her ear, Roman had gripped the back of the seat to avoid touching her.

Aggravating him was one thing. Tormenting herself was another. She should have taken her own car, or stayed at his house.

"Do you ski?" Brody asked her as they lumbered down the blacktopped country road.

She nodded, distracted by the lingering yeasty scent of bread that clung to Roman’s clothes and the notion all that bread kneading had been because of her.

"The property we'll be looking at is adjacent to the local ski hill," Brody went on. "That way we can use the resort facilities for our downhill ski program."

"Sounds like you've thought this out pretty well," she said, distracted by that strong, hairy arm behind her head that had cradled her from the hard floor at the foot of her bed and held her when she'd confessed her greatest fears.

"I may even have Roman talked into being my ski instructor."

Tess gave Roman a sidelong look. "I didn't know you skied."

"There's a lot about me you don't know.

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