by Kate Swain
I paused. I knew what he was thinking—he wanted me to join him and his sister. Maddy. My mind flashed back to that evening, six years ago. She was wearing a strappy dress, her slim waist and round hips emphasized perfectly by the white frock. She grinned at me over her shoulder and still remember how my loins caught fire. I remembered Adam, too—keeping an eye on both of us, making sure I did not get close to his little sister.
“Um…” I licked my lips, which had inexplicably gone dry. “I don’t know, Adam. I planned on working late here, and…” I trailed off as Matt came in.
“Hey,” he interrupted my protest gently. “It’s no big deal if we all go early—Carter said we’ll have plenty of time to finish the repairs tomorrow before the week ends. And besides, don’t forget the party is this evening.”
“Um…” I pushed the dark blonde hair out of my eyes and fixed on Matt with a surprised stare. “I did forget.”
He laughed. “Well, good that I reminded you. Adam? You remembered, right? Carter wanted to celebrate the anniversary of Kevin’s Pub in style.”
“Not sure why going to Kevin’s Pub is “in style”,” I said with a small grimace.
Matthew just laughed. “It’s the nicest bar close to us. Besides, it has long tables and we can all sit together. And the pizza’s good.”
“You’re right there,” I said mildly.
“So…” Matthew clasped his hands together, looking over the workshop. “Let’s get going.”
I nodded. I was already cleaning my tools and packing them into the big plastic-coated box. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I stood, my back throbbing after being bent over for so long, and headed to the work cabinet. I put my things away, then headed to the new showers Carter installed. Matthew, cleaned up already, was dressed in jeans and t-shirt, ready to go.
I washed the grit and grease of the day off my body, sighing in relief as I ran a soapy hand over my firm chest. I felt a little better as the hot water ran over my muscles soothing some of the knots and aches.
Drying off and then pulling on a t-shirt and jeans, I headed out into the hallway, where Matthew and Adam were already waiting. I stood back, ready to let Adam go and shower so we could all head out, but he was staring through the door.
“Oh!” Adam said.
I turned around. And I stared, too. In the doorway, wearing tight jeans and a soft blouse, her hair rumpled and her eyes wide, curves stunning and complimented by her outfit, was Maddy.
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Kate Swain is an author of sizzling contemporary romance. Now a full-time writer and entrepreneur, she calls the Los Angeles area home.
When she's not writing steamy novels, you can find her working on her next entrepreneurial venture. She believes in living a healthy lifestyle and also frequently enjoys playing tennis.
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