Cat of a Different Color: Halle Pumas, Book 3 by Dana Marie Bell Page B

the store. So much for gumballs. Jawbreakers was more like it.
    Once inside the store, she looked around the cavernous warehouse with avid curiosity. She was probably the only person on the face of the planet who hadn’t set foot in a Home Depot, but there was never any need to before.
    She followed Daniel down the aisle, past displays of every gadget, tool and material needed to build, fix, decorate or destroy, and a jumble of ideas raced through her mind.
    Excitement slowed her step as she took it all in, t hen she took a deep breath of the lumber-scented air…and fell in love. Now this , this was a candy store.
    Felicity hurried to catch up as Daniel disappeared around a corner. Luckily his tall, broad-shouldered physique made him stand out amongst the Saturday-morning crowd milling around.
    As she came up beside him, she tugged on his sleeve. “Can we see what they’re doing over there?”
    Daniel glanced over at the demonstration taking place. “Sure.” Indulgence curved his mouth and she felt an answering warmth flutter in her stomach.
    Felicity turned away from that look, that smile, but she couldn’t get away from his hand that landed lightly on her back, guiding her forward. Heat radiated from his touch, spreading outward along her limbs.
    It was almost impossible to concentrate on the expert’s instructions with Daniel standing behind her. She moved slightly to the right, his hand moved to her hip. She stepped forward, his hand came to rest on her shoulder.
    She kept fidgeting until Daniel leaned forward and spoke low in her ear, “If you’re really interested in this, we’re doing some tile work at one of the job sites. I could pick you up one day and bring you by.”
    Felicity swung her head around. This close to him, she noticed the gold-dusted tips of his darker lashes. “Really?”
    “Really.”
    She watched his lips, inches from her own, shape the word and felt his breath like a kiss.
    Abruptly, Felicity faced front again and took a deep calming breath. But images of a bare-chested, tool-belted Daniel kept dancing through her head.
    Will you get real! Felicity could almost hear Cheryl’s no-nonsense voice. She blinked, and the vision of some fat guy with plumber’s bum—oily pimples, hairs and all—lumbered into her imagination. Her pulse slowed some.
    “That would be great, if it’s not too much trouble.”
    “Do I look like a guy who’s looking for trouble?” he asked dryly. To her relief he straightened and moved back to guide her through the crush of bodies. “Let’s go find that showerhead.”
    They came to the selection of bathroom accessories and Daniel picked a box from the shelf.
    “Master Stroke 2000, flexible spray nozzle, three-way adjustable head.” He paused, looking up with a decidedly wicked glint in his eyes. “How about it, you interested in a three way?”
    “No thank you.” Blushing, she pointed to another model. “This one looks fine.”
    He moved closer and the faint scent of citrus that emanated from him became stronger. “Hmmm …adjustable spray prohibits calcium buildup.” He shook his head. “Naw”, then his interest shifted to a different package. “Maybe…The Invigorator?”
    Bending forward he noted the various features. “‘You never dreamed water could do this before. Enjoy the total satisfaction of phenomenal power at work.’” He glanced at her and her nipples power-constricted into two tingling vortexes of phenomenal pleasure. Felicity mouth-breathed as Daniel continued.
    “‘Your body will be revitalized by the warm, sensual, pulsating spray—’”
    “I don’t need my body revitalized, thank you. Just clean. Here, I’ll take this one.” She grabbed another model. It didn’t matter which one. Daniel didn’t even touch the box.
    “‘Eco-friendly, low-flow ceramic valving’,” he read the specs off in a monotone. “ Borrring .”
    “Look, I like boring, and energy efficient and-and…”
    “Liar.” His voice dipped.