her scent, the caramel and spice making his spine tingle and his head fuzzy. “You also met Alex, but we’ll save him for another time. Shall we go?”
Jesus, he’d be dribbling in a minute. “Yeah.”
She stopped. “Hang on, I forgot something.” Before he could get his tongue around any kind of speech, she turned and hurried back into the house. He stared helpless, only sharpening when Hugh advanced.
“You look after her, or you answer to us.”
Sasha felt a flicker of irritation. This was shaping up to be a perfect day apart from her asshole brother. “Just what do you have against me?”
Hugh stared at the van and then back at Sasha. “I want better for her.”
Megan’s reappearance prevented any further conversation. She carried Sasha’s jacket and with a smile, handed it to him. It was tempting to lift it to his nose and sniff, but he stopped himself. His jacket was drenched in her scent and it smelled like heaven.
*
Megan didn’t care that her brothers seemed to hate Sasha on sight. She didn’t care that the van he drove looked as though its next stop would be the scrap heap, and now she’d thought about it, she didn’t even mind that he’d turned her down last night. He was here now and looking so edible she hoped he’d be the dessert course.
“Nice wheels,” she deadpanned.
He snorted with laughter. “Bessie is a workhorse and I borrowed her from a mate. I don’t think she’s ever been described as ‘nice wheels’.”
“Bessie?”
“You don’t name your car?” He sounded surprised, but flashed her a teasing grin as he maneuvered onto the highway. “Dion’s in a band, the BB’s. He won’t tell me who the real Bessie is, but I have my suspicions.”
“His girlfriend?”
Sasha peeked over his sunglasses at her. “A fortune teller that told him he’d make it big one day.”
Megan giggled. “Sure you don’t have any Irish in you? Sounds like you’ve got the gift of the gab.”
“You know how to hurt a guy.” He didn’t sound upset. “You hungry?” His wolfish smile flashed at her and she placed a hand on her stomach to calm the butterflies.
“For lunch?”
He made an odd noise, almost a growl and then reached out for her hand. Linking their fingers together, he rested them on his thigh and she blinked. Oh boy. She’d really bitten off more than she could chew. His hand was warm and slightly rough, the fingers long and nails short. Working on a construction site must be a grubby job, but he obviously kept himself clean. It was hard not to imagine his strong hands peeling away her clothes, sliding up her thighs, cupping her breasts. She squirmed in the seat. Don’t be too easy .
Drawing a quick breath, she took note of their route. North and away from the city. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a beautiful day. I thought we’d have a picnic.” He lifted her fingers to his mouth and dropped a casual kiss on the knuckles. Her heart skittered. “Do you like picnics, gorgeous wife-to-be?”
I’d like anything if you were there too. “You had my friends guessing last night. I’m sure they thought you were serious.”
“Can’t have that.” Another kiss grazed her hand. Was it hot in here? She struggled to catch her breath. “What did they mean about your father? Something about publicity.” Another kiss that threatened to make her melt. “Is he a film star?”
“A politician.” It came out as a squeak. “He wants to be prime minister one day.”
“Ah. So dating a lowly construction worker might not be what he planned for you.” Dating ? He wanted more than just one day with her? She was so on board with that idea. She almost missed his next words. “Are you still seeing the other guy?”
Other guy? Her brain caught up slowly. “You mean Phillip? The guy in the restaurant?” Sasha nodded, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I dumped him at the dinner table. That’s why he chased after me.” Now that she had the power of coherent speech, her
Jesus, he’d be dribbling in a minute. “Yeah.”
She stopped. “Hang on, I forgot something.” Before he could get his tongue around any kind of speech, she turned and hurried back into the house. He stared helpless, only sharpening when Hugh advanced.
“You look after her, or you answer to us.”
Sasha felt a flicker of irritation. This was shaping up to be a perfect day apart from her asshole brother. “Just what do you have against me?”
Hugh stared at the van and then back at Sasha. “I want better for her.”
Megan’s reappearance prevented any further conversation. She carried Sasha’s jacket and with a smile, handed it to him. It was tempting to lift it to his nose and sniff, but he stopped himself. His jacket was drenched in her scent and it smelled like heaven.
*
Megan didn’t care that her brothers seemed to hate Sasha on sight. She didn’t care that the van he drove looked as though its next stop would be the scrap heap, and now she’d thought about it, she didn’t even mind that he’d turned her down last night. He was here now and looking so edible she hoped he’d be the dessert course.
“Nice wheels,” she deadpanned.
He snorted with laughter. “Bessie is a workhorse and I borrowed her from a mate. I don’t think she’s ever been described as ‘nice wheels’.”
“Bessie?”
“You don’t name your car?” He sounded surprised, but flashed her a teasing grin as he maneuvered onto the highway. “Dion’s in a band, the BB’s. He won’t tell me who the real Bessie is, but I have my suspicions.”
“His girlfriend?”
Sasha peeked over his sunglasses at her. “A fortune teller that told him he’d make it big one day.”
Megan giggled. “Sure you don’t have any Irish in you? Sounds like you’ve got the gift of the gab.”
“You know how to hurt a guy.” He didn’t sound upset. “You hungry?” His wolfish smile flashed at her and she placed a hand on her stomach to calm the butterflies.
“For lunch?”
He made an odd noise, almost a growl and then reached out for her hand. Linking their fingers together, he rested them on his thigh and she blinked. Oh boy. She’d really bitten off more than she could chew. His hand was warm and slightly rough, the fingers long and nails short. Working on a construction site must be a grubby job, but he obviously kept himself clean. It was hard not to imagine his strong hands peeling away her clothes, sliding up her thighs, cupping her breasts. She squirmed in the seat. Don’t be too easy .
Drawing a quick breath, she took note of their route. North and away from the city. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a beautiful day. I thought we’d have a picnic.” He lifted her fingers to his mouth and dropped a casual kiss on the knuckles. Her heart skittered. “Do you like picnics, gorgeous wife-to-be?”
I’d like anything if you were there too. “You had my friends guessing last night. I’m sure they thought you were serious.”
“Can’t have that.” Another kiss grazed her hand. Was it hot in here? She struggled to catch her breath. “What did they mean about your father? Something about publicity.” Another kiss that threatened to make her melt. “Is he a film star?”
“A politician.” It came out as a squeak. “He wants to be prime minister one day.”
“Ah. So dating a lowly construction worker might not be what he planned for you.” Dating ? He wanted more than just one day with her? She was so on board with that idea. She almost missed his next words. “Are you still seeing the other guy?”
Other guy? Her brain caught up slowly. “You mean Phillip? The guy in the restaurant?” Sasha nodded, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I dumped him at the dinner table. That’s why he chased after me.” Now that she had the power of coherent speech, her
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