Ryan had just showered—again—and pulled on clean jeans and a T-shirt before heading next door when his cell rang. He looked at the readout. Walt. Of course. Probably more bad news. The man had been calling daily with updates on damage control. He knew agent had the publicity and image people working overtime to spin this and dump all the dirt on Marlo, but it wasn't happening fast enough to suit Ryan."I hope you have something good to tell me for a change," he growled."Working on it.""What does that mean?" Ryan demanded."It means I have a private investigator digging into the episode to see if we can find someone who did or did not see you that day. Then I—""I told you I wasn't there," Ryan interrupted."I know, I know. But my image people tell me it would help their efforts if we had some actual proof."Ryan felt his blood pressure rising. "So my word isn't good enough?""Calm down, will you? Psycho Marlo made a huge splash all over the place so it's taking time to sort t
Kaitlyn turned away from him to test the steaks on the grill. The aroma of the sizzling meat made his mouth water. Okay, good. Something to take his mind off his neighbor and sex, two things that should not go together."We'll be ready to eat in a few," she told him. "Make yourself comfortable."He lowered himself into one of the lounge chairs on the porch, enjoying the scenery. Two ancient trees provided a large canopy over the small patch of yard below, a yard edged with typical Florida shrubbery. The late day sun peeked through the branches casting a golden glow over everything. Including his very sexy hostess.Ryan took a long swallow of beer, hoping the icy liquid would cool his body to a manageable temperature. Otherwise this was going to be a very uncomfortable night for him."So how did you end up here in Ft. Myers on this street?" she asked as she flipped the steaks again. "Are you from around here?""Not really."She laughed, that wonderful musical sound. "Not really? T
Kaitlyn shivered in his arms, stabilizing herself with a grip on his shoulders.By now. the thong was soaked from the ministrations of his tongue as well as the flood of her juices. Tugging at the fabric with his teeth, he drew it down over her mound, pausing to rub his lips over the soft curls covering it before dragging the thong down her legs. He wanted to rip the damn thing from her body but he took care instead, lifting first one leg then the other so she could step out of them. He smoothed his hands back up from her slender ankles to her lush hips, feeling the tremors running through her as he did so.Truth be told, he was pretty damn shaky himself. He couldn't remember ever being with a woman who reached down deep inside him and affected him in a way that transcended the physical. He gave three seconds of thought to wondering how that was possible with a woman he barely knew before he decided he didn't want to waste the evening in philosophical introspection.Running his thum
Kaitlyn pulled her hair into a ponytail and examined her face in the mirror. She had the feeling she should look different. When she and Ryan took a trip to the grocery store she'd been sure everyone looking at her knew what she'd been doing for the past four nights. Didn't stupendous sex somehow change your features?And stupendous didn't even come close to describing what was happening between them. At a time when she needed something to lift her from her depression, the fates had sent this gorgeous, sexy, funny man to do exactly that. When yet another turndown showed up in her in-box, she could console herself with Ryan and forget the world was currently shafting her.They never discussed what would happen when their little idyll in Ft. Myers Beach came to an end. To tell the truth, she had no idea what she wanted to happen. They didn't even know each other's last names, for heaven's sake. Or where they lived, where their everyday lives were. She had the feeling Ryan was hiding fr
By the time they'd each had a second drink and consumed most of a delicious but filling lunch, the earlier tension was all but forgotten. As they split a very fattening dessert, they were back to joking with each other and teasing, taking their time over the remnants of the meal. It was midafternoon by the time they finished eating."I'm stuffed," Kaitlyn said, rubbing her tummy."Me, too." Ryan took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "So we're all good now?"She gave him an answering squeeze. "We're good.""After that meal I don't know if I'm up for a swim this afternoon. Want to walk a bit and check out the shops? We really haven't done any of that.""Sure. Maybe I can find an addition to my collection of very bad and stupid T-shirts."Ryan laughed, a warm, full-throated sound. "I don't think you'll have any trouble. Most of the T-shirts I've ever seen would fit nicely in that category."People crammed the shops and the sidewalks, so movement was slow, but they were
He decided to turn the oven completely off, just in case. Scrounging in the freezer he found some bags of frozen vegetables—and who the hell had Walt told to stock this place who would think of that? Hurrying back to the living room, he gently molded the sack of vegetables around her ankle."Ow." She sucked in a breath."I know it hurts, honey. We're gonna get it taken care of."He pulled out his phone then realized he had no idea where to find anything in this town. But everything was out there on the World Wide Web so he punched in what he was looking for."Okay," he told her, "we're in luck. There's an urgent care center right down the road on Estero Boulevard that's open until ten. Let's go."Kaitlyn shook her head. "I'll be fine. If I stay off it for a few minutes, and ice it, I'll be okay."Ryan ground his teeth. "Trust me on this. You need an x-ray to be sure it's not broken—""But you said it wasn't," she interrupted.He blew out a breath of exasperation. "I'm not a doc
Two people were in the waiting room, but again he had his hat pulled low and most of his face was hidden by Kaitlyn."I can take care of myself," was the first thing she said when they were back in the car."You have to stay off that foot," he reminded her."We'll see," she grumbled. "Just get me home and I'll be fine."Well, he knew that wasn't the damn truth. But one thing at a time. When they got to their houses he parked and carried her up the stairs to her place and parked her on the couch. He checked her freezer, found a bag of frozen lima—lima beans?—and placed it gently on her ankle."Don't move," he ordered. "Give me a minute and I'll be right back." He grabbed a wastebasket bag from her kitchen and jogged back down the stairs.He cleaned up the mess from the salad and broken dishes and tossed the bag in his big trash bin. Then he was back upstairs, standing next to Kaitlyn, trying not to laugh at the grumpy look on her face."We can do this the easy way or the hard w
The hardest thing, Kaitlyn kept telling herself, was lying in the same bed with Ryan, both of them close to naked, and not having sex. They'd been doing this for three nights and she was about to tear her hair out.It was hard to miss the signs of his arousal, the big bulge at the front of the sweat shorts he'd decided to sleep in. But he'd apparently been struck by some sense of nobility because every time she snuggled the least bit closer to him, he rearranged them in the bed. Whenever she turned to face him, he stroked her cheek, brushed a kiss over her lips, then actually lifted her and turned her to face the other way."We have to be careful of your ankle," he kept reminding her.She wanted to argue with him but, despite the fact he'd taken extra care with her, for the first few days, every time she moved, the ankle throbbed. Sex would not be much fun under those conditions. Still, she'd had a hard time lying next to this man and not ripping off both of their clothes. But every
"I'll get some more coffee." Sarah started to rise from the couch. "No." He held up a hand. "I'm fine. No, not fine," he corrected himself, "but I don't think I should drink more coffee."She was silent for a long moment. "That must all have been so devastating for you, Beau," she said at last. " He relaxed an infinite amount when her voice sounded softer, warmer."And humiliating." he went on. "All the world could see how stupid I'd been." He clenched his fists then relaxed them. He hadn't let any grass grow under his feet that time. "But one thing money can buy you is a damn good lawyer." He started pacing again. "Mine was a shark. Before I could blink I was divorced, Lacey had a hefty property settlement and I had sole custody of Toby.""Lucky for him," she said.He could almost see a smile on her face. Still, he knew he was not out of the woods here yet. Far from it. "The divorce decree stipulated she have no contact with him," he went on, rubbing the back of his neck to
Beau knew he'd taken a big risk coming over here like this. He was afraid, though, if he called first Sarah would hang up on him. Getting rid of Lacey had taken some doing, especially when he forcibly escorted her out to her car. What a nasty scene that had been, especially when he threatened to have the cops come and haul her off.All the way over here he'd alternately prayed and beaten himself up for his stupidity. He had no idea what he'd find at Sarah's but he was determined to deal with whatever was going on. He couldn't lose her. That just wasn't an option.At least she'd opened the door for him. The sight of her rumpled in her sleep shirt made his cock stand at attention. He sent it an urgent message to stand down. This wasn't the time for sex, not until he made her understand what was going on and how he felt about her.He took a good look at her, framed in the doorway. She hadn't been crying, thank god, but he didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad one. Hopefully she
For a moment Sarah's stomach muscles tightened. He had told her that. He'd said he'd see her in the morning. And…he'd come home early, just like Lacey had said he would.Had he really planned to spend the night with Lacey and then act with her, Sarah, as if nothing was wrong? Or was breakfast the time he would tell her it was over? Wait, no. He'd said they'd spend tomorrow night together. Something wasn't quite right her. But then, what about the damn codes and the key? She and Beau had divorced long before he moved to Tampa."Cat got your tongue?" Lacey's sharp words cut the air."No." Babs broke in, her voice was like ice. "But I wish it would get yours. I don't know how you got the codes to get in here, or the key to the house, but if you value your life you'll get gone before Mr. Perini gets back." She took a step toward Lacey. "And I mean now.""Beau," she stressed the word, "gave them to me. He expects me to be waiting for him when he gets home. So you'd better get out of the
"So you still plan to get back tonight?" Sarah leaned back in her desk chair, cell phone to her ear. She tried to squash her disappointment at Beau's information. He'd been gone a week doing stuff for one of his sponsors and she really missed him."I do, sugar. Promise." He sounded so weary she wanted to reach through the phone and give him a hug."Rough trip?" she asked."Not bad. Just busy and tiring. I was hoping to catch a flight out about four this afternoon," he explained "but the sponsor is insisting he wants to set up this dinner for me so it looks like I won't be out of here until later." "No chance you can get out of it?""I'm hoping to be able to settle for drinks but we'll see. Rich is working on it now."Rich was a representative from his agent's office along to oversee the activities, Beau had told her. Apparently he'd accompanied Beau on several of these trips over the past couple of years.Sarah held the phone a little tighter. "I wouldn't mind waiting at the house for
Before the spasms had fully subsided he had yanked off his pants and boxer briefs, rolled on a condom and was back on the bed between Sara's very exquisite thighs. Placing his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass he lifted her so he could position his cock right at her opening."God, Sarah," he breathed taking in her very wet, now rosy pink pussy. If he hadn't wanted his dick inside her so badly he'd have gone down on her again. What a dilemma to have—a woman whose body appealed to him on so many levels and in so many places.She was still shuddering slightly, her breathing uneven as he drove into her with one solid thrust."Beau!" She practically screamed his name. "Ohmigod! Beau!""Yeah, sugar. Let me hear you, Jesus, that feels so fucking good."And it did. She was so tight around him it nearly made his heart stop. He allowed himself a moment to lean down and take one more lick at her gorgeous nipples. Then, bracing himself, he began the rhythm that would take them over the edge
Beau did his best to keep himself under control but as soon as they were inside Sarah's condo he pulled her into his arms and kissed her as if he was a starving man and her mouth the only thing that would ease him. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. His mouth came down hard on hers and his tongue pressed insistently for entrance. Sarah stood on tiptoe and tunneled her fingers through his hair as she let her own tongue answer his need and duel with his. Jesus, she tasted good. Beau wasn't sure which part of her he liked to lick the best, her warm wonderful mouth or her very sweet pussy or maybe all that satin-smooth skin in between. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, pressing his very aroused cock against her mound. He knew not even two layers of clothing could disguise how hard and swollen he was. Pulling his mouth from hers with great reluctance he trailed his lips across her cheek and down the slender column of her neck. He couldn't resist taki
The gated community Beau lived in was about half an hour from the Rough Riders headquarters, and fortunately against the wave of traffic. She gave her name to the guard on duty who waved her through the gates. At the house she punched in the gate code Beau had given her, waited while the ironwork gates slid smoothly open and drove on up the curving drive and parked at the steps to the front door. She climbed out of the car and took her first good look at Beau Perini's residence.The architecture was slightly Mediterranean, as were a lot of the buildings in Florida. Exquisite landscaping surrounded the two-story home that soared up to a red barrel tile roof. The elaborately carved front door opened and Beau jogged out to meet her. She stopped a moment, the sight of him taking her breath away. He was dressed in khakis and a shirt almost the exact shade of chocolate as his eyes and the sun caught the highlights in his blond hair. He could have stepped off the cover of a magazine about s
Sarah closed out the contract she was reviewing and leaned back in her chair. An alert from her calendar flashed in the upper corner of her screen and she smiled. 5:30 Dinner at Beau's HouseDinner at Beau's house. Wow! Had it only been one short week ago since the afternoon of the press conference and the incredible dinner at Jake's After Dark? If someone had told her that morning the two of them would be together riding high on their feelings for each other she'd have smacked them down and called them stupid. Yet here she was, so deep into this relationship after only seven days that she couldn't imagine being without him.Slow down, she kept telling herself. Trust came very hard to her and while she wanted to believe him when he told her this was it for him—that after six years he was where he was supposed to be all along—she still wondered if, or when, it would all fall apart. When he'd trade her in for the next woman."I'm going to make you believe in me no matter what I have
When they were seated in the dining room Beau noted that Sarah switched her drink to iced tea so he did the same."You don't have to change just because I did," she pointed out.He shrugged. "Two beers were plenty for me. I'm good."And he was, in more ways than one, He'd just spent more than an hour in a dark corner booth with the woman of his dreams. What could be better than that except to take her to bed, something he hoped to accomplish before too long but not tonight. No, this time he was going to do it right. He had a sense that she was doing this to get him out of her system. Well, there was no getting her out of his system, so it was up to him to make sure this thing stayed on track.He deliberately pushed any obstacles from his mind. Tomorrow he planned to call his attorney and have him contact Lacey's attorney. The message? Stay out of my life or I'll go to court and renegotiate the financial agreement. He was iffy about introducing her to Toby until he saw where this th