She was kissing him even more vigorously than he’d kissed her, and her hands traveled across his back in a way that sent his control spinning dangerously close to collapse.
For a moment, he let himself be carried along on the rush of Angie’s passion. Obviously, he’d been mistaken when he thought her inexperienced.
A few minutes and several kisses later, Garner realized wryly that she
was
inexperienced. He mistook her enthusiasm for expertise.
He might have known, he thought with inward laughter. He should have realized Angie would approach any new experience with her usual fervor. The problem was his body didn’t recognize what his head acknowledged.
“Angie,” he whispered. “Stop.”
Her innocent blue eyes opened halfway. “Why?”
“Because.” He tried to push away, but Angie held him too tightly. “If you don’t, we’ll both wind up with no clothes on right here in Mr. Smith’s backyard where anyone can see us.”
“Oh.” Angie thought a moment. “In that case, why don’t we go back to my house?”
Garner decided the time had come for stern measures. No way was he going to screw up his relationship with his new secretary before he had solved all the mystery surrounding her.
“Angie, let go of me. I’m not going to make love to you. I didn’t mean to kiss you at all. It was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” she echoed, looking stunned. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
Somewhere, in the dim, far reaches of his mind, Garner knew he ought to shut up, but the frustration he felt when he parted contact with Angie’s soft body made him cutting when he knew he should be gentle.
Or maybe he was just crazy. On that thought, he opened his mouth when he most definitely should have kept it closed.
“You’re too young and too inexperienced,” he went on. “Which reminds me. You’re going with me to Mindy’s party, and the purpose is to introduce you to almost everyone in town, and that’s it. You’ll meet a lot of people at any party of Mindy’s.”
Angie froze. He felt the tension in her body almost as if he still touched her.
“In that case, keep your kisses to yourself,” she snapped.
“Angie—”
“You started this. I didn’t.”
Garner winced. “You’re right. It won’t happen again,
Miss
Brownwood.”
For good measure, he added, “And you may as well leave those phony glasses of yours at home. You don’t need them, and frankly, they don’t go with the rest of you.”
Angie looked as if various methods of killing him ran through her mind. She lay back on the clover, with bees buzzing around her head, frowning at the sky and firming her soft lips into a straight, adamant line. He had no doubt that she would have walloped him over the head if a stick had been near to her hand.
Thankfully, he had worn her out enough that she was forced to let him live.
Chapter 6
Angie awakened at her usual early hour and lay very still. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. She stared at the fluffy green and white gingham curtains. They didn’t coordinate with the usual austere decor of the brown and tan furnished apartments she had grown accustomed to from her old life because she literally did not have time to decorate an apartment.
She snapped awake. She lay in the old-fashioned bedroom she loved in her own house in Arkansas. She’d slept long and hard. Her body felt pleasantly boneless and extraordinarily relaxed … until she moved.
She gasped with shock when she tried to lift her legs over the edge of the bed. Her calves screamed for mercy. She stood and fell back on the bed with a moan.
The telephone rang. Angie looked at it suspiciously. It was four in the morning in California.
“Good morning, Angie,” Garner said. “I was just checking to see if you’ve made it out of bed yet.”
“Of course I’ve made it out of bed.” She forced her body to sit straight and placed her feet on the floor. “Why shouldn’t I? I have a lot to do
For a moment, he let himself be carried along on the rush of Angie’s passion. Obviously, he’d been mistaken when he thought her inexperienced.
A few minutes and several kisses later, Garner realized wryly that she
was
inexperienced. He mistook her enthusiasm for expertise.
He might have known, he thought with inward laughter. He should have realized Angie would approach any new experience with her usual fervor. The problem was his body didn’t recognize what his head acknowledged.
“Angie,” he whispered. “Stop.”
Her innocent blue eyes opened halfway. “Why?”
“Because.” He tried to push away, but Angie held him too tightly. “If you don’t, we’ll both wind up with no clothes on right here in Mr. Smith’s backyard where anyone can see us.”
“Oh.” Angie thought a moment. “In that case, why don’t we go back to my house?”
Garner decided the time had come for stern measures. No way was he going to screw up his relationship with his new secretary before he had solved all the mystery surrounding her.
“Angie, let go of me. I’m not going to make love to you. I didn’t mean to kiss you at all. It was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” she echoed, looking stunned. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
Somewhere, in the dim, far reaches of his mind, Garner knew he ought to shut up, but the frustration he felt when he parted contact with Angie’s soft body made him cutting when he knew he should be gentle.
Or maybe he was just crazy. On that thought, he opened his mouth when he most definitely should have kept it closed.
“You’re too young and too inexperienced,” he went on. “Which reminds me. You’re going with me to Mindy’s party, and the purpose is to introduce you to almost everyone in town, and that’s it. You’ll meet a lot of people at any party of Mindy’s.”
Angie froze. He felt the tension in her body almost as if he still touched her.
“In that case, keep your kisses to yourself,” she snapped.
“Angie—”
“You started this. I didn’t.”
Garner winced. “You’re right. It won’t happen again,
Miss
Brownwood.”
For good measure, he added, “And you may as well leave those phony glasses of yours at home. You don’t need them, and frankly, they don’t go with the rest of you.”
Angie looked as if various methods of killing him ran through her mind. She lay back on the clover, with bees buzzing around her head, frowning at the sky and firming her soft lips into a straight, adamant line. He had no doubt that she would have walloped him over the head if a stick had been near to her hand.
Thankfully, he had worn her out enough that she was forced to let him live.
Chapter 6
Angie awakened at her usual early hour and lay very still. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. She stared at the fluffy green and white gingham curtains. They didn’t coordinate with the usual austere decor of the brown and tan furnished apartments she had grown accustomed to from her old life because she literally did not have time to decorate an apartment.
She snapped awake. She lay in the old-fashioned bedroom she loved in her own house in Arkansas. She’d slept long and hard. Her body felt pleasantly boneless and extraordinarily relaxed … until she moved.
She gasped with shock when she tried to lift her legs over the edge of the bed. Her calves screamed for mercy. She stood and fell back on the bed with a moan.
The telephone rang. Angie looked at it suspiciously. It was four in the morning in California.
“Good morning, Angie,” Garner said. “I was just checking to see if you’ve made it out of bed yet.”
“Of course I’ve made it out of bed.” She forced her body to sit straight and placed her feet on the floor. “Why shouldn’t I? I have a lot to do
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