Travis gathered her back into his arms, and she picked up the rhythm again. His body gave a subconscious sigh, and he drew her closer this time, her chest brushing his, thighs meeting as they moved. She was exactly the right size, exactly the right shape. She fit perfectly into his arms.
“I’m pretty sure I can take him,” he mused, breathing in the fresh fragrance of her hair.
“His name is Randal Kleinfeld. I knew him in law school.”
“In the biblical sense?”
She tipped her head back, dark eyes chastising him. “You are insufferably rude, you know that?”
Travis might be rude, but Randal was intensely possessive. Not that Travis blamed him. Even he could see that Danielle was a gem, a beautiful, sensuous, fiery gem of a woman. And for the right man, there’d be no looking back.
“Did you date him, Danielle?”
“It’s business, Travis. He wants to talk to me about a job. With his firm. They’ve made me an offer to move to D.C.”
Travis didn’t like the sound of that. If she switched firms, she would also switch clients. She might never come back to Lyndon Valley on business with Caleb.
He tried to tell himself it didn’t matter. They’d seen each other maybe a dozen times in the past two years. They were barely acquaintances. Mostly they fought. There was certainly nothing personal between them
Still, he found himself bracing for her answer as he posed the question. “Are you going to take it?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I don’t want to talk to him. I don’t need any pressure while I make up my mind.”
Travis glanced at Randal again, taking in his clenched fists and the dark scowl that furrowed his aristocratic brow. It was patently obvious that he was after more than just a business relationship with Danielle. And Travis realized he had no way to stop him.
Not that he wanted to stop him. Danielle’s personal life, in D.C. or anywhere else, was none of his business. He hoped it wasn’t Randal’s business. He hadn’t seen much of the guy, but what he’d seen, he didn’t like.
Thankfully Randal didn’t have the upper hand, at least not at the moment anyway. Right now, Travis was the guy who had her in his arms, while Randal was the guy on the sidelines. He deliberately eased their bodies farther away from the crowd and splayed his hand across the small of her back, thinking he liked it this way.
Copyright © 2014 by Barbara Dunlop
ISBN-13: 9781460331422
CAROSELLI’S ACCIDENTAL HEIR
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