The Barker Triplets 2 Collide Juliana Stone

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looking up at him? Or would she be aggressive and hard, pushing and reaching for something more?
He took a step back, ran his hand along his forehead, and then rolled his shoulders. He really
shouldn t be thinking about her like that. Hell, he shouldn t be thinking about anything right now
except sleep.
I see you ve met our Maggie.
Lauren Black slipped her arm through his, and Cain gave his mother a hug.
Maggie. It suited her. His dark gaze swept back to the redhead, but her eyes were lowered. Her
hands clutched a rag so tightly, her knuckles were white.
We met earlier on the porch, he answered. Though I don t think we were officially introduced.
I m Cain. She looked up. Her eyes were darker than before, the deep blue now two shades past
navy. A thin layer of freckles sprinkled the bridge of her nose, and an image of his tongue sweeping
across her creamy skin flashed before him. Cain s groin tightened; his lips thinned.
What the hell was wrong with him? He was at a funeral reception for Christ sakes.
Jesse s funeral.
It was the booze. The lack of sleep. It had to be. He nodded toward the far end of the kitchen.
How s Raine? When in doubt, divert attention.
Lauren shook her head. Not good. Jake was at Raine s side, his hand on her shoulder, his eyes
intense as he leaned in close to listen to whatever she was saying. They loved each other so much.
She didn t deserve this. Lauren paused. I thought they d live the dream, you know. I really did.
Dreams sometimes turn into nightmares.
Cain and his mother turned back to Maggie. She looked pensive, surprised maybe that she d
spoken out loud.
I, uh& Her small tongue darted out and moistened her lips. They were full, kissable, free of
gloss, and sexy as hell. She had the kind of mouth men fantasized about, lips meant for sinning, for
gliding and nibbling. Cain s chest tightened as he stared down at her, an unfamiliar feeling warming
his body.
She was really& kind of perfect.
I didn t mean anything. She paused and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I
just& when you love like that, you take a chance.
On what? Cain was curious. He d never been hooked. Hell, the Natasha fiasco had been a
whirlwind of hot sex and fantasy. In the end it had been nothing more than a train wreck, and when it
finally derailed, he d been left wondering what the hell he d ever seen in his ex. There d been nothing
of substance, no glue to hold them together.
On losing yourself. Maggie glanced at her watch. I have to call a cab and get Michael home. He
fell asleep over an hour ago.
His mother s grip tightened and she yanked on his arm. Don t be silly. We ll give you a ride.
She glanced up at her son. Cain will drive you.
No. Her answer was abrupt. He s been drinking.
She was right. Cain couldn t drive.
You have your driver s license? Lauren asked.
At Maggie s nod, she continued. Perfect. You take Cain s rental and drop him off at my house on
the way.
His mother planted a quick kiss on his cheek. I m going to grab my purse and say good-bye to
Steven and Marnie. Don t wait up. I have a prior engagement I can t get out of. She paused. You do
know where the house is, right? Her sarcasm was noted and he shrugged sheepishly.
His mother had married a wealthy financier from Chicago a few years after he left town. Cain had
met the man a few times they d jelled over football and not much else. He d been a proper sort of
man and had doted on Lauren. Sadly, he d died nearly five years ago, leaving the bulk of his wealth to
his wife.
Her eyes narrowed onto his. She d bought a new place a few years back and knew damn well he
had no clue where it was.
No matter, she continued, Maggie knows. She turned to the young woman. If you could help
us out, that would be great.
Of course. Maggie turned abruptly. I ll get Michael.
Cain s eyes followed her slight form as she disappeared down the hall, his eyes resting on the
curve of her ass.
Forget it, Cain. She s not for you. His mother pursed her mouth, and a frown creased her
forehead. At his look of surprise, she did everything except shake her finger at him. I mean it. She s
not some groupie or model or anything like the women you ve been with. The last thing she needs is
someone like you filling her head with nonsense.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Someone like me? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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