Amelia placed her hand into his as they shook hello.
He held her gaze as he responded to Regan’s biting comment.
“Sometimes I do bite. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, darling.”
Amelia nearly gasped at his comment. She felt her body instantly react to him and his naughty little innuendo.
Quickly she released his hand then bent to pick up the cooler.
“I got that, honey,” he said. Their hands touched on the cooler and she pulled away the instant that connection was felt.
Oh shit, he is hot.
He allowed her to enter the condo first and she knew he was checking out her backside. So she did what any single, self-confident female trying to act unaffected by major eye candy would do. She walked as sexy and as womanly as possible.
Quickly she tossed the towels onto the top of the couch.
“Why don’t I leave you two to talk?”
Regan grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
“No need to leave, Amelia. I think my brother would love to talk with you, too.” Regan gave Amelia a pleading look and Amelia rolled her eyes then nodded.
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??Can I get you something to drink?” Amelia asked Murphy. He raised his eyebrows at her as if she’d asked something crazy.
“Sure. Water is fine.”
“So what brings you by?” Regan asked as she stood next to the couch.
“Don’t you have a cover-up or something?” he asked Regan and his sister chuckled. Amelia wondered if her brother felt uncomfortable with Regan standing there in such a skimpy bikini. It was rather tiny, but Regan said she wanted to work on her tan. With her striking blonde hair and tan complexion, Regan was gorgeous.
Amelia watched as Regan exhaled and took one of the towels from the couch and wrapped it around her waist.
Amelia walked into the room carrying a glass of water for Murphy. He was looking at her and gave a small smile as his eyes lingered over her figure.
“Do you mind if Amelia isn’t covered up?” Regan teased as if she noticed that her brother couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of Amelia.
So it wasn’t just me. The man is definitely watching me.
“Her bathing suit isn’t as revealing as yours. It leaves room for imagination instead of flaunting what she has for all to see. Kind of like you last night at Hucker’s.”
“Oh give me a break. So I was kissing Galen. Big deal.”
“It is a big deal and it wasn’t just kissing. Word was that you were practically having sex on the dance floor.”
“What?” Regan exclaimed and Amelia swallowed hard. Murphy raised his voice and with his six feet four at least height and large muscles, the man was scary. Something told Amelia that Murphy wasn’t a man to anger. His biceps were so big that the shirt he wore stretched very tightly against them.
“That’s not true. We kissed and it may have been a deep, passionate one, but no other touching or feeling was going on.”
“Regan, are you seeing him?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“You are my business. You can’t be making out with men on the dance floor. Your reputation will be shot, especially if you aren’t even seeing him.”
“I didn’t say that I was or wasn’t seeing Galen.”