fine dressed in a show-off-the-abs T-shirt, well worn jeans that sat low on his hips, and tobacco
tanned ostrich boots. Her gaze traveled back to his eyes, dreamy
eyes, beautiful eyes… She shook her head and glanced away, but not
before she witnessed his lips curving, and to make it worse her
traitorous heart sped up a notch. So much for her statement of
'it's over'. She chanced a glance at Whisper, wondering if she
noticed she had just given her a load of horse manure. Yep, her
smirk said it all.
"How are you gals all doing this fine
morning?" he drawled as he removed his hat.
Whisper leaned on the counter and batted her
eyelashes. "Why just fine and dandy, Mr. Casper. I must say you're
looking mighty handsome and… well rested ."
She put the emphasis on well rested to
drive home her meaning, which Tye picked up on. Oh, he proved to be
a quick one.
He lifted an eyebrow then lazily shifted his
gaze to her.
Jolie shrugged, pretending she didn't pick up
on the insinuation. He was on his own.
Tye cleared his throat. "I slept well after a
cold shower. I'd rather not repeat the process for long, but I'll
do whatever it takes to win the lady's favor."
Whisper grinned. "Now you're talkin', Mr.
Casper. How 'bout I fix you one of our specialty coffees?"
"Just a plain cup of coffee, if you don't
mind. I like it strong and black."
"Coming right up."
Tye then leveled his gaze on Jolie and gave
her a disarming grin.
All of a sudden, Jolie felt like prey and she
swallowed the lump in her throat as he came around the counter with
purpose gleaming in his eyes. She took a step back and bumped into
the shelves behind her, but that didn't stop his pursuit. Nope, not
one iota.
Reaching her, he placed a hand on each side
of her hips, pinning her in place with her back against the
shelves, and no place to run. Funny how it both thrilled and
annoyed her at the same time. She wasn't angry with Tye, but with
herself for being so darn easy to fall for his charms. He leaned in
close, their breath mingling as one.
He was going to kiss her and she felt like
she couldn't breathe. Get a grip , she
mentally told herself. She'd kissed Tye plenty of times – in the
past and recently. Nothing to get all weak-kneed about, but then he
did the darnedest thing. He planted a kiss on her cheek. Her cheek
of all things! If he was going to stalk her and trap her, at the
very least he could kiss her properly. Lordy, he
could make her see red.
"Good morning, Mrs. Casper," he murmured near
her ear, making her shiver. She turned her head to tell him not to
call her that, but the words died in her throat when her mouth
hovered inches from his. She was now the one who needed a cold
shower. His sexy lips curved as if he read her thoughts. She
removed one of his hands from where it rested next to her hip, and
sidestepped, putting some distance between them. It wasn't nearly
enough. A dying man in a desert reaching for a glass of water had
nothing on the way Tye Casper drank her in with just his gaze.
"Here's your coffee," Whisper announced and
handed the cup to Tye. "Nice and strong. Just like you
ordered."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said to Whisper, but
he didn't take his eyes off Jolie. "I'll see ya later," he said to
her, but instead of leaving, he placed his hat and cup on the
counter and stepped closer.
She moved back, but this time the counter
prevented her from going too far. Darn it, she needed a bigger
place. It proved too small with Tye here. "I don't—"
His lips found hers and all ability to
formulate words halted as he kissed her with passion, not caring
Whisper stood there watching them. When he let her breathe again,
his lips curved into that lazy smile which could tempt a saint.
"Have a good morning, Mrs. Casper." The pad of his thumb traced a
path across her lips before he stepped away and grabbed his hat and
coffee cup on his way out.
She blinked and teetered. If anything, the
man could kiss. Then she realized what he called her. Not
tanned ostrich boots. Her gaze traveled back to his eyes, dreamy
eyes, beautiful eyes… She shook her head and glanced away, but not
before she witnessed his lips curving, and to make it worse her
traitorous heart sped up a notch. So much for her statement of
'it's over'. She chanced a glance at Whisper, wondering if she
noticed she had just given her a load of horse manure. Yep, her
smirk said it all.
"How are you gals all doing this fine
morning?" he drawled as he removed his hat.
Whisper leaned on the counter and batted her
eyelashes. "Why just fine and dandy, Mr. Casper. I must say you're
looking mighty handsome and… well rested ."
She put the emphasis on well rested to
drive home her meaning, which Tye picked up on. Oh, he proved to be
a quick one.
He lifted an eyebrow then lazily shifted his
gaze to her.
Jolie shrugged, pretending she didn't pick up
on the insinuation. He was on his own.
Tye cleared his throat. "I slept well after a
cold shower. I'd rather not repeat the process for long, but I'll
do whatever it takes to win the lady's favor."
Whisper grinned. "Now you're talkin', Mr.
Casper. How 'bout I fix you one of our specialty coffees?"
"Just a plain cup of coffee, if you don't
mind. I like it strong and black."
"Coming right up."
Tye then leveled his gaze on Jolie and gave
her a disarming grin.
All of a sudden, Jolie felt like prey and she
swallowed the lump in her throat as he came around the counter with
purpose gleaming in his eyes. She took a step back and bumped into
the shelves behind her, but that didn't stop his pursuit. Nope, not
one iota.
Reaching her, he placed a hand on each side
of her hips, pinning her in place with her back against the
shelves, and no place to run. Funny how it both thrilled and
annoyed her at the same time. She wasn't angry with Tye, but with
herself for being so darn easy to fall for his charms. He leaned in
close, their breath mingling as one.
He was going to kiss her and she felt like
she couldn't breathe. Get a grip , she
mentally told herself. She'd kissed Tye plenty of times – in the
past and recently. Nothing to get all weak-kneed about, but then he
did the darnedest thing. He planted a kiss on her cheek. Her cheek
of all things! If he was going to stalk her and trap her, at the
very least he could kiss her properly. Lordy, he
could make her see red.
"Good morning, Mrs. Casper," he murmured near
her ear, making her shiver. She turned her head to tell him not to
call her that, but the words died in her throat when her mouth
hovered inches from his. She was now the one who needed a cold
shower. His sexy lips curved as if he read her thoughts. She
removed one of his hands from where it rested next to her hip, and
sidestepped, putting some distance between them. It wasn't nearly
enough. A dying man in a desert reaching for a glass of water had
nothing on the way Tye Casper drank her in with just his gaze.
"Here's your coffee," Whisper announced and
handed the cup to Tye. "Nice and strong. Just like you
ordered."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said to Whisper, but
he didn't take his eyes off Jolie. "I'll see ya later," he said to
her, but instead of leaving, he placed his hat and cup on the
counter and stepped closer.
She moved back, but this time the counter
prevented her from going too far. Darn it, she needed a bigger
place. It proved too small with Tye here. "I don't—"
His lips found hers and all ability to
formulate words halted as he kissed her with passion, not caring
Whisper stood there watching them. When he let her breathe again,
his lips curved into that lazy smile which could tempt a saint.
"Have a good morning, Mrs. Casper." The pad of his thumb traced a
path across her lips before he stepped away and grabbed his hat and
coffee cup on his way out.
She blinked and teetered. If anything, the
man could kiss. Then she realized what he called her. Not
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