Fahrenheit by Capri Montgomery Page A

father is Irish. Thomas looks more like my dad, even though he has a bit of a natural tan he has more of a fair skin look during the winter, but tans very nicely come summer. I’m the darkest of the children. Gavin is effortlessly tanned with this naturally subtle bronzed skin all year long. Alyssa is…well she’s a little lighter than me actually. I guess we girls took more after our mother than our father, except I have the green eyes, which is probably in my dad’s family somewhere. Alyssa, she has these gorgeous deep blue eyes, deeper than Thomas’ blue eyes. It’s just beautiful.”
    “So where do the blue eyes come from in your family?”
    “My dad has blue eyes. I’m the only one with green; it’s weird. I wanted blue like Thomas, but after I got older I realized that wanting and having were two different things.”
    “I like your green eyes,” he stated.
    “I like them too—now. But growing up I just wanted to be like my big brother.”
    He held the conversation with her, listening to her determination to make her big brother proud. It was more than just wanting Thomas to see her as an adult, to be proud of her accomplishments. Her desire almost bordered on need. She needed his approval like she needed air, like she needed life.
    He loved the sound of her voice, soft, melodious, and sexy in its own way. She had a wide range of pitches, from downright sweet to sexy as hell. She had the kind of voice that could seriously become the phone voice of a major fortune five hundred company. He liked her voice—a lot. He was almost disappointed when she asked questions about him because he knew that meant she would stop talking and he would have to hear his own voice instead of hers.
    “Will you excuse me for a moment?”
    “Sure,” she smiled up at him. He loved her smile too. He was in trouble, big trouble, because he was starting to love everything about her. When he first saw her he felt an attraction to her, one he thought was based on lust, but now…now he wasn’t sure lust was all there was to it. He didn’t know this woman well enough to declare love; yet somehow he felt as if she were the one woman he was meant to spend forever with.
     
    Eve flipped open her phone and smiled when she saw the caller ID. “Hello, Thomas;” she said with a smile on her face. Talking to Adam had calmed her considerably—and just in time.
    “I saw that you called. Is something wrong?”
    “No. Nothing’s wrong.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes. I’m fine Thomas. Actually, I’m on a date, but Adam’s in the bathroom right now. I just started to call you earlier because I talked to Mr. Domer; my insurance adjuster, and he told me what you did.”
    “And you want to tell me off?”
    “No. I just want to say thanks.”
    “Whoa,” he exhaled sharply. “You never take my interfering this easily. Where’s the other shoe.”
    She laughed. “Well, before you thank me for not being such a total girl here I have to give the credit to Adam. We had a talk and I guess you can say he showed me the error of my ways.”
    “You really like this guy. Should I tell mom to start planning another wedding?”
    “Hey,” she snapped. “I didn’t say anything about marriage. We just met—kind of, and he’s, well we’re, we’re not there yet.”
    “Yet,” Thomas chuckled. “I knew it. Eve’s falling for the fire guy.”
    She bit her lip to keep from unleashing her currently growing anger. “I didn’t say that. Ooh! I should have known you would read something into my words.”
    “You said “yet,” Eve and that tells me that you’re planning on getting there.”
    She sighed in frustration. Why did the man have to be so observant? “What about you, Thomas? Thena seems like a phenomenally nice woman—marriage material wouldn’t you say?”
    He growled. “Don’t you have a date to get back to?”
    “Smooth, Thomas. Real smooth.” He was right. She did have a date to get back to because she was sure Adam