Falling For Ken (Blueprint to Love Book 2) by Lauren Giordano Page A
Authors: Lauren Giordano
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Shivering, she remembered his mouth on hers– his warm, insistent, sensual lips moving over hers. Equally amazing was the moment before he'd kissed her. If such a thing were possible, Kendall wanted to relive the magic of that moment– when the expression in his beautiful eyes had been desperation.
For her.
In the timeless moment he'd kissed her, she'd known only wonder. And knee-buckling heat. And need. So much damn need. She'd never felt such a burning ache before . . . never experienced such regret over stopping. She'd never kissed a man and completely forgotten where she was. The expression in his eyes had taken her breath– made her willing to throw caution to the wind and do it again if he asked.
But the flash of regret in his eyes had pierced her soul. Ken didn't know which was worse. Imagining what a fling with Harrison would be like– or realizing the opportunity would never present itself again. Yet, she couldn't fault him for being honorable. Even in the heat of passion, he'd considered the consequences.
No, she couldn't be angry with Harry for being a gentleman. There were too few left. The only reason she could find for hating him was introducing her to something so wild and sweet and addictive, knowing she would never get the opportunity again.
Blowing her nose a final time, Kendall skidded back out on the rutted road. Sunglasses securely in place, she wished she'd been more vigilant. Wished in vain she hadn't lowered her guard to Harrison Traynor. And prayed she would summon the strength to raise her shields to him once more.
***
Once at the site, she stopped by the trailer to check her messages. Scanning the note from Jimmy, she stuffed it into her pocket before waving to Claire and bolting from the trailer. Striding across the site, she spotted him talking with the crew chief. Woody would need to hear what she was about to confess to Jimmy.
Fingers to her lips, Kendall whistled. The shrill sound carried over the cacophony of construction activity. Her foreman turned his head in recognition. The bulldozer belched once before dropping the load of dirt it carried.
Several minutes later Jimmy huffed into talking range. "What's up, boss?"
"This message– what were the police doing out here?"
His eyes sparked at the incident she knew he'd already forgotten. Kendall recognized the harried expression– carried it herself most of the time. At some point during the hectic buzz of each day, issues arose suddenly, decisions were made quickly and little incidents got lost in the controlled chaos of the site.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Raising a flannel covered arm to his forehead, he mopped perspiration. "Cops showed up right after you left for lunch. Bonehead wasn't here either, so I said you'd call them back."
No need to clarify Jimmy was referring to Lance. "What did they want?"
"They wanna know more about the equipment thefts."
Her nose wrinkled in confusion. "Again? We filed a police report last month." Insurance companies wouldn't pay without it.
"Said they were lookin' into the possibility it's a big operation."
Ken smiled in acknowledgment as Woody approached. Her gaze took in his hulking presence, noting the difference between the two men. Where Jimmy was short and stocky, Woody was enormous. Together, they reminded her of junkyard dogs. Hardworking, loyal men whose menacing appearance was merely a bonus. As a woman running a construction operation, the motley pair had come in handy more than once. Lance kept a healthy distance from them– only bullying her when he knew they weren't around. Not that she was afraid of her stepbrother-
"A stolen equipment ring– here?" She shook her head doubtfully. "The police must be having a slow day."
"Well, you know Miz Adams . . . me an' Jimmy were thinking it might be true. Remember those tracks we showed you out in the east quadrant?"
Tilting her head back, Ken shaded her eyes to meet his gaze. "Tire tracks don't mean much on a construction site,
For her.
In the timeless moment he'd kissed her, she'd known only wonder. And knee-buckling heat. And need. So much damn need. She'd never felt such a burning ache before . . . never experienced such regret over stopping. She'd never kissed a man and completely forgotten where she was. The expression in his eyes had taken her breath– made her willing to throw caution to the wind and do it again if he asked.
But the flash of regret in his eyes had pierced her soul. Ken didn't know which was worse. Imagining what a fling with Harrison would be like– or realizing the opportunity would never present itself again. Yet, she couldn't fault him for being honorable. Even in the heat of passion, he'd considered the consequences.
No, she couldn't be angry with Harry for being a gentleman. There were too few left. The only reason she could find for hating him was introducing her to something so wild and sweet and addictive, knowing she would never get the opportunity again.
Blowing her nose a final time, Kendall skidded back out on the rutted road. Sunglasses securely in place, she wished she'd been more vigilant. Wished in vain she hadn't lowered her guard to Harrison Traynor. And prayed she would summon the strength to raise her shields to him once more.
***
Once at the site, she stopped by the trailer to check her messages. Scanning the note from Jimmy, she stuffed it into her pocket before waving to Claire and bolting from the trailer. Striding across the site, she spotted him talking with the crew chief. Woody would need to hear what she was about to confess to Jimmy.
Fingers to her lips, Kendall whistled. The shrill sound carried over the cacophony of construction activity. Her foreman turned his head in recognition. The bulldozer belched once before dropping the load of dirt it carried.
Several minutes later Jimmy huffed into talking range. "What's up, boss?"
"This message– what were the police doing out here?"
His eyes sparked at the incident she knew he'd already forgotten. Kendall recognized the harried expression– carried it herself most of the time. At some point during the hectic buzz of each day, issues arose suddenly, decisions were made quickly and little incidents got lost in the controlled chaos of the site.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Raising a flannel covered arm to his forehead, he mopped perspiration. "Cops showed up right after you left for lunch. Bonehead wasn't here either, so I said you'd call them back."
No need to clarify Jimmy was referring to Lance. "What did they want?"
"They wanna know more about the equipment thefts."
Her nose wrinkled in confusion. "Again? We filed a police report last month." Insurance companies wouldn't pay without it.
"Said they were lookin' into the possibility it's a big operation."
Ken smiled in acknowledgment as Woody approached. Her gaze took in his hulking presence, noting the difference between the two men. Where Jimmy was short and stocky, Woody was enormous. Together, they reminded her of junkyard dogs. Hardworking, loyal men whose menacing appearance was merely a bonus. As a woman running a construction operation, the motley pair had come in handy more than once. Lance kept a healthy distance from them– only bullying her when he knew they weren't around. Not that she was afraid of her stepbrother-
"A stolen equipment ring– here?" She shook her head doubtfully. "The police must be having a slow day."
"Well, you know Miz Adams . . . me an' Jimmy were thinking it might be true. Remember those tracks we showed you out in the east quadrant?"
Tilting her head back, Ken shaded her eyes to meet his gaze. "Tire tracks don't mean much on a construction site,
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