Smooth Irish (Book 2 Of The Weldon Series) - Plot & Excerpts
Nan rolled out of bed groaning. Even after coffee and a shower, she didn’t manage to get both eyes open until the doorbell rang. She hurried to answer it, her mind a muddled maze. Wet hair wound up in a purple towel and her damp body wrapped in a fuzzy robe that had seen better days, she peered through the peephole and blinked twice. The devil had arrived. Juggling several lunch bags, Jackson ran an impatient hand through his hair and rang the doorbell again, then rapped his knuckles on the door for good measure. Eye pressed to peephole, Nan jumped at the sharp sound. She cracked the door open and stuck her nose into the slit. “Jackson?” “Morning.” He grinned enough to flash the dimple in his left cheek. The rough edge of very little sleep laced his deep voice; its intimacy conjured up images of waking in his arms on a lazy morning. After making love. “What . . .” was the only word she could manage to say as she furrowed her brow. He held up the white bags and dangled a set of keys.
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