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She loved the children in her neighborhood. She even loved the homeless who visited the kitchen where she volunteered. He'd heard it in her tone, seen it in her eyes. God, she was killing him. He had to stay objective, and that meant getting back to business. He finished dragging a comb through his damp hair and left the bathroom. Bonnie hadn't moved a single inch. And if he hadn't already had a little taste of her, he'd believe her prissy pose, with her knees pressed tightly together, and her slim hands folded in her lap. Ha! What a facade. He dragged his eyes away from her wary gaze and began stuffing her thermos and empty dishes back into the basket. "You ready to go?" he asked without staring at her. "Ah...go where?" He flicked an impatient glance her way. "Back to your place. We could talk about where exactly you want to go. And maybe tonight, we could go to the bar." "The bar?...I thought you said you didn't want me to go back there" "Yes I did." He noticed her sig
A DASH OF TEMPTATION Chapter Twenty
They both stepped out of the car and headed toward the entrance of the bar. Even in her heeled slippers, her head barely reached his collarbone, which made her shorter than the women he usually dated. At six foot four, and with a muscular physique, he generally preferred women who didn’t make him feel like a giant. But while the size disparity had concerned him before, now he found it a turn-on too. —------------------------ …’It’s not a date…It’s not a date…You are not on a date’ Maybe if she kept repeating it, she might remember it….Bonnie kept telling herself that. Because David’s jerk credentials had become harder and harder to remember through supper, every time he smiled at her with desire darkening his gaze; every time he offered her a taste from his plate like the Pied Piper of seduction; every time he murmured some wry observation and made her laugh; every time he made her heart thunder, or her pulse race or the hot sweet spot between her thighs throb. David might be a j
A DASH OF TEMPTATION Chapter Twenty One
Bonnie nodded and he took her hand leading her outside and toward his car. The music dimmed as they approached the vehicle and when they got to it, David made no move to unlock it. Bonnie turned, her back pressed against the door of the car as she looked up at him. He towered above her, and Bonnie wondered if he was going to kiss her. She knew that if he tried to, she wouldn't stop him because she wanted him to. Her tummy did that strange little dance and her breath caught as the heat of him warmed her. "What is going on?" she asked, and she hated the tremble in her voice because she was sure that he heard it too. David smiled as he looked into her beautiful eyes. "I wanted to tell you… that I have an idea. And now I know that it is different from the plans you had, and it's okay if you say no. But I just thought you'd like it" Bonnie said nothing. She just stared at him and waited for him to speak while wondering what he had in mind. Since she met him, she had never seen him h
A DASH OF TEMPTATION Chapter Twenty Two
She gripped his hand, ignoring the tiny jolts of excitement that danced across her palm when his skin touched hers. He gave a gentle tug. Bonnie shifted too quickly, tried to get her feet under her before she dropped from the shelf. “Careful!” His warning came too late. She felt her dress catch, heard a distinctive rip and before she knew it, she’d landed face-first on the floor of his boat. She raised her head and coughed. The worn carpet, which was the color of rusted metal, smelled like it had been laid at the turn of the century. Before she could even think of righting herself, he’d scooped both hands under her arms and hoisted her up. “Whew.” That almost sounded like a word. She stepped to one side and shoved down her skirt, only to have her ankle give way and send her toppling over. “Ooooow!” She tried to break her second fall in as many minutes, but missed the closet door handle by inches. He caught her again, this time locking his hands around her arms and pushing her
A DASH OF TEMPTATION Chapter Twenty Three
Bonnie smiled at him and pulled her sandwich closer, looked down at the top of her gown and sighed. So much of her life had been put on hold….Even more during her grandmother’s illness, including her friendships. She wanted to explore that life now, figure out exactly what she could do. What her life could be. Despite the chaos she’d caused when she left home and her wedding, for the first time, she truly felt free. No guilt, she ordered herself whenever she thought of her parents. She rejected even the notion of it. She had done nothing wrong as far as she was concerned… If she didn't want that 'princess' life, there was nothing wrong with that. “Shoot.” David snapped his fingers and brought Bonnie out of her reverie. “I need to make a phone call. Be right back.” He left and Bonnie continued with her meal. In between bites of her sandwich, she removed bobby pins from her hair. With each one she set on the table, she felt remarkably lighter as her hair fell in waves around her sh
A DASH OF TEMPTATION Chapter Twenty Four
He glanced toward the closed door at the end of the passageway. Bonnie Rimmer definitely had a way about her. She hadn’t seemed fazed by the close quarters on the vessel as he had thought she would have been. Regardless, she was way out of his league. That necklace she wore around her neck, the fancy rings on her fingers…the pretty earrings. Obviously she lived in a world he couldn’t begin to fathom. He was perfectly content living his life. However, nothing about Bonnie Rimmer said “simple.” At least after they separated, he’d have an entertaining story to tell once he saw George again. He’d leave out how his heart beat double time when he’d touched her or how he’d inhaled the scent threading through her hair. Or how soft her skin had felt beneath his touch. He had to stop thinking so much about her. She wasn't and would never be his… eventually, she'd miss her old life and want to go back. The earlier he got her out of his mind, the better for him. When he finished tidying up, h
A DASH OF TEMPTATION Chapter Twenty Five
“Yes,” David said with a twinkle in his eye. “Yes, you are. It’s no big deal. I told him where we are…So don’t worry.” He held up a hand. “He just wants to know that you are safe. You should get a phone… so you can… call him sometime." “I feel like a teenager who’s run away from home,” she grumbled. Not that she ever had. By the time she was old enough to think about it, she knew very well her father cared too much and would come after her. Which was why this situation was so perplexing. Why couldn't he just let her be? “Yeah, well, since it seems like he is not going to let it go anytime soon,” David said as he got up to pull the burgers off the heat, “maybe you should go ahead and speak to him…regularly, i guess. So he will worry less” “I suppose that’s one option.” She swallowed, gathering her courage. “Or there’s another one.” “What’s that?” He opened a bag of chips, popped one in his mouth and sat down. She waited until his mouth was full before she answered. “We could not
A DASH OF TEMPTATION Chapter Twenty Six
“I’m not naturally sneaky,” she said after making a show of climbing the short stair-case. He glanced over his shoulder as she joined him. “I’ll try not to scare you again.” “You can scare me all you want if you bring coffee.” He accepted the offered mug with a quick smile. “Thanks.” “Everything okay?” The view from the window was nothing more than a collection of boats and cruisers—a view she’d seen hundreds of times over the years. The view behind her—the view waiting for them—now that was another story. “Electricity seems to be working. I’m going to try not to push the engine too hard on our first trip out. The ride to Palm Bay should be a good test.” “Like I said, I’m just along for the ride.” said Bonnie. “You are the boss” “Oh, you’re more than that.” He took a long drink of coffee. “You’re crew now.” “In that case, Captain, your wish is my command. If I don’t know how to do something, I’ll let you know or figure it out myself.” “Fair enough. You know how to unmoor us?”
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