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The Hotter You Burn (The Original Heartbreakers 2)

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A muscle jumped underneath his eye. “You’ll get your privacy, all right, but you’ll get it at my house.”

Mine! “I would rather—”

“There’s food. A feast.”

“—continue with my day the way I originally— A feast?” A whimper escaped her.

“One way or another, you’re going with me. I’ll carry you if I have to.” His lids narrowed to tiny slits, his lashes hiding the sudden dark anticipation in his irises. “And, Harlow, as angry as I am, I kind of hope I have to.”

She didn’t understand what was happening right now. But then, why would she? Her experience with the male species was limited to boys, those who had received the Glass Pass in junior high and high school.

“Okay. I’ll go with you. But I’ll walk.” Having his hands on her would be her undoing. “Is West there?” she asked, deciding to use this as an opportunity to kick-start her Ever After plan. The sooner the better.

His frown deepened. “Yes. Why?”

“Just because,” she replied, both excited and nervous. She set her basket of goodies in her tent. The toothbrush, however, she pocketed.

Beck motioned her forward.

“I should have asked permission to camp here, I know,” she said, marching onward, “but you’d forgive me if I told you it was only for a night, right?”

“It wasn’t one night, and we both know it.” He stayed beside her, careful not to touch her. “Don’t lie to me. Not ever again.”

The challenging tone had returned, demanding more than she was willing to give.

“You are not a stripper,” he said.

“I am, too! In my imagination,” she muttered. She’d been a lot of things in her imagination. A divorced mom supporting five kids...who happened to catch the eye of the richest CEO in town. A skilled surgeon given three more weeks to live...who happened to catch the eye of her handsomest patient—who happened to be a brilliant scientist willing to risk his career to save her life. She’d even been a princess from a distant world where lands were ravaged by war...and she happened to catch the eye of the enemy army’s leader, ushering in long-desired peace.

Without a TV or a computer, she’d had to entertain herself, and as an unrepentant bookworm, she’d had a lot of inspiration.

“Be that as it may—” Beck pushed a branch out of her path “—you don’t live in the city. You don’t own a car or have a job. You’ve been living on this land since you were kicked out of the farmhouse. And by living, of course, I mean existing. Have I left anything out?”

“No.” She surged forward and because of him, she wasn’t sliced by thorns. For a jerk, he sure was considerate. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He still sounded angry.

At the house, he opened the front door for her. She entered the living room, and the second she caught the scent of breakfast, she picked up speed. A feast was indeed spread across the kitchen table, plus two empty plates and two glasses of orange juice. Her stomach rumbled, her knees going weak, her mouth watering.

“Sit.” He flattened his hand on her lower back and gave her a gentle push forward.

The moment she obeyed, he began piling her plate high with heaping spoonfuls of every dish. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Sausage patties. Sausage links. Pancakes. Waffles. Biscuits and gravy. The contents began to spill over the side. After he set the plate in front of her, he took the seat next to her.

“Eat,” he said.

She did, and oh, wow. The taste! Even better than the blueberry juice she’d filched from the pie.

“Good, right?” he said, and she heard the pride in his tone.

“You cooked this?” she asked around a mouthful of eggs. She couldn’t force herself to stop chewing long enough to pretend to be feminine and proper, a girl with manners.

“It’s my specialty.”

Breakfast. Of course. For every morning after one of his sexcapades. “Well, I commend you on your perfect consolation prize.”

“I don’t think I know what you mean, honey.”

“It’s what you give your women instead of a relationship, right?”

His fork clattered against his plate. Which still had food on it, while hers was basically licked clean.

“Are you going to eat that?” She pointed to the waffle dripping with butter and syrup.

“It’s not a consolation prize. It’s breakfast. Nothing more, nothing less.” He pushed the plate in her direction, and she dug in.

“What’s your problem with long-term relationships?”

“Relationships leave scars,” he said.

“Sometimes.”

“Always.”

“Well, those scars can be healed.”

“Sometimes,” he said, mimicking her. “But why risk any kind of mental or emotional harm when I can give something far better?”

Flushing, she said, “What could possibly be better than a relationship?”

“I believe we’ve discussed this. Pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure.”

The huskiness of his voice invited her to lean close and experience everything he had to offer...

Doing her best to ignore a cascade of shivers, she focused on her bacon. Every bite proved better than the last, and when she finished, she almost ate the plate. So good! But also threatening to come back up.

Whatever. Every bite had been worth it. She rubbed her new food baby, saying, “Thank you, Beck. Really.”



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