Secrets Gone South (Crimson Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
Between trying to relax in a bed that had been built for a seven-year-old and being horny, it had been a long night. He’d gone to bed way before he was sleepy but if he hadn’t he would have jumped Arabelle’s bones right there in that closet of a living room. How he’d kept from it was beyond him. She’d started out sitting on the couch but then had reclined with her knees bent and one leg thrown over the other swinging her foot. There was just something about that moving leg that had made him imagine it moving toward him, against him, around him … Damn. To distract himself, he’d started asking her questions. Besides, he loved listening to her talk, especially when she thought she was sharing information. He knew very well about the tyranny of Henry VIII and why abbeys became private residences but he had pretended he didn’t just to hear her talk. When the distraction hadn’t been enough, he’d tried to pull himself out of the situation in the only way that he knew how—by putting his hands to wood.
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