know. So, are you finished interrogating me?” Julianne smiled.
“Sorry. It’s habit.” Keenan chuckled.
He glanced towards the girls. They were sitting on a bench not too far away.
“Harmon and Carlton mentioned you used to be a homicide detective. Why did you leave to investigate fires?”
He returned his attention to her. “Too complicated to get into right now. Promise I will tell you sometime.”
“Do you keep your promises?” She cocked her head.
Keenan had noticed in their meeting at the hospital that she did that when she was discussing something important to her. He’d also observed that she fiddled with the edge of her hair when she was nervous about something. When they’d next met, in her office, she had done the same thing when they’d talked. When she’d approached him, he knew she’d been nervous and working up to saying something important from the way she’d fiddled with the end of her hair, then cocked her head. Julianne probably didn’t know she did those things, and he wasn’t about to tell her. He was picking up on her little mannerisms. They all made her so sexy. Each was done with such grace and unconscious sexuality.
“I do.”
“Good to know. I do, too. And I promise to make you blush. Also promise to wear something the next time we roller blade that will make you insane.” She grinned impishly.
“Have mercy,” he moaned.
“There are many types of mercy. We’ll discuss them sometime.” Julianne’s accent got thicker as she spoke.
Keenan gulped, wondering what he had got himself into. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t wait to see where it led.
“You need to buy lots more of what you’re wearing from wherever you got it. I’m going to want to roller blade a lot. Love how you move.”
“I’ll be sure to tell Montana you said so.” Julianne chuckled.
“Montana?”
“She owns the shop where I buy most of my and Rissa’s clothing, including my athletic things. She designs them and has them made.”
“If this is a sample of what she does, she’s good. The cream suit you had on in your office. Did she design that, too?”
“Yes. You seem to be obsessed with my clothes, Keenan.”
“More like…intrigued by how sexy they make you look,” he countered.
Julianne made a soft sound and glanced towards where the girls sat, then pressed against him. “You have a way with words. It could be a dangerous thing to a woman trying to be sort of a lady.”
“Being sort of a gentleman, I’ll not take advantage…yet,” Keenan whispered against the side of her face.
Julianne shivered. She pressed against his straining erection.
Julianne pulled away and breathed out. “I don’t know how I will survive our second date.”
“Second?” He fingered the edge of her braided hair.
“Seeing as we spent this time together, it could count as a date.”
“Uh-uh…this isn’t a date. That’s for later. Be ready for it,” Keenan warned.
“What do you have planned?”
“Wait and see, Julianne.” He ran his finger down her nose.
Julianne’s lids lowered partially over her captivating eyes. Keenan breathed deeply. The scent of honeysuckle and peaches filled him. Even after working up a sweat, she smelt delicious. He wanted to lick her all over.
“Mom? Are we going to skate some more?” Rissa’s voice piped in.
Keenan glanced at Rissa and Callie. The girls were skating towards them.
“Yeah. Race you!” Julianne skated off.
The girls raced behind her, laughing. Keenan followed slowly, letting his body calm down. Once he was a little more in control, he joined them. He was looking forward to their first date.
Later, as he drove to the address she’d provided, Keenan frowned at the directions. The area wasn’t too far from where his own house on Sheffield Avenue was located, but he didn’t remember ever having to drive by this place. He read the address again.
“Burrows Place, 3586 Locke Estate 4.”
Making the right onto Burrows, he drove
“Sorry. It’s habit.” Keenan chuckled.
He glanced towards the girls. They were sitting on a bench not too far away.
“Harmon and Carlton mentioned you used to be a homicide detective. Why did you leave to investigate fires?”
He returned his attention to her. “Too complicated to get into right now. Promise I will tell you sometime.”
“Do you keep your promises?” She cocked her head.
Keenan had noticed in their meeting at the hospital that she did that when she was discussing something important to her. He’d also observed that she fiddled with the edge of her hair when she was nervous about something. When they’d next met, in her office, she had done the same thing when they’d talked. When she’d approached him, he knew she’d been nervous and working up to saying something important from the way she’d fiddled with the end of her hair, then cocked her head. Julianne probably didn’t know she did those things, and he wasn’t about to tell her. He was picking up on her little mannerisms. They all made her so sexy. Each was done with such grace and unconscious sexuality.
“I do.”
“Good to know. I do, too. And I promise to make you blush. Also promise to wear something the next time we roller blade that will make you insane.” She grinned impishly.
“Have mercy,” he moaned.
“There are many types of mercy. We’ll discuss them sometime.” Julianne’s accent got thicker as she spoke.
Keenan gulped, wondering what he had got himself into. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t wait to see where it led.
“You need to buy lots more of what you’re wearing from wherever you got it. I’m going to want to roller blade a lot. Love how you move.”
“I’ll be sure to tell Montana you said so.” Julianne chuckled.
“Montana?”
“She owns the shop where I buy most of my and Rissa’s clothing, including my athletic things. She designs them and has them made.”
“If this is a sample of what she does, she’s good. The cream suit you had on in your office. Did she design that, too?”
“Yes. You seem to be obsessed with my clothes, Keenan.”
“More like…intrigued by how sexy they make you look,” he countered.
Julianne made a soft sound and glanced towards where the girls sat, then pressed against him. “You have a way with words. It could be a dangerous thing to a woman trying to be sort of a lady.”
“Being sort of a gentleman, I’ll not take advantage…yet,” Keenan whispered against the side of her face.
Julianne shivered. She pressed against his straining erection.
Julianne pulled away and breathed out. “I don’t know how I will survive our second date.”
“Second?” He fingered the edge of her braided hair.
“Seeing as we spent this time together, it could count as a date.”
“Uh-uh…this isn’t a date. That’s for later. Be ready for it,” Keenan warned.
“What do you have planned?”
“Wait and see, Julianne.” He ran his finger down her nose.
Julianne’s lids lowered partially over her captivating eyes. Keenan breathed deeply. The scent of honeysuckle and peaches filled him. Even after working up a sweat, she smelt delicious. He wanted to lick her all over.
“Mom? Are we going to skate some more?” Rissa’s voice piped in.
Keenan glanced at Rissa and Callie. The girls were skating towards them.
“Yeah. Race you!” Julianne skated off.
The girls raced behind her, laughing. Keenan followed slowly, letting his body calm down. Once he was a little more in control, he joined them. He was looking forward to their first date.
Later, as he drove to the address she’d provided, Keenan frowned at the directions. The area wasn’t too far from where his own house on Sheffield Avenue was located, but he didn’t remember ever having to drive by this place. He read the address again.
“Burrows Place, 3586 Locke Estate 4.”
Making the right onto Burrows, he drove
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