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.His jaw stiffened. No. It s not right. What? His gaze snapped to Maizie s, her eyes questioning, a touch of hurt wrinkling the corners. We re not eating here? she asked. Yes.I m sorry, I was& Excuse me.Please. He gestured to the oversized purple cushion closest tothem.They toed off their boots and shoes, handing the pastry box back and forth, careful to step barefootedonto the rug.Those greener than green eyes were staring at his feet, a look of utter female appreciation shading herface. Nice feet. www.samhainpublishing.com 53 Alison PaigeThis was definitely a bad idea.Gray ignored his semi-hard-on.He moved them to the table, guiding Maizie with his hand at the smallof her back.She sat like a lady, knees together, legs curled to the side.The tight hug of her dress left herfew options.She set the box between them on the table.Annette had set the two entrées side by side.The other side of the table was filled with floralarrangements, a rather large bowl of fruit, and two flickering candelabras.With space limited and Maiziealready seated, Gray had no choice but to take the cushion next to her.After a second or two of fidgeting, they both accepted that her legs would press against his thigh.Gray did his best to ignore the sensation. So what s under the covers? she asked, suspicious. Lobster? Truffles? Or no, I bet it s steaktartare? Or maybe quail? Steak tartare? Rather than deny her bizarre guesses, Gray reached over and removed both covers atonce. Peanut butter sandwiches, chips, and a glass of milk.I was told it s your favorite. She blinked, staring at the ordinary dish. You re disappointed.I m sorry.I thought No. She grabbed his hand, smiled at him. It s perfect.You re right.It is my favorite.But you& I msure you d rather have, I don t know, soft-shell crabs or something. Gray snorted, setting the covers off to the side. No.Not a seafood lover.Besides, nothing s betterthan peanut butter sandwiches for nerves. I know. Her gaze snapped to his as though she d just heard what he d said. You re nervous? Oh.No.I meant& He glanced at her.Something had changed in the way she looked at him.Asoftening of her eyes, the easy curve of her smile, as though he was suddenly more attractive to her.Godhelp him, he liked the way she was looking at him. Yeah, he said. A little.I guess.You? She laughed and the tiny curls tickling the sides of her face swayed against her blushing cheeks. Yeah.Me too. He could smell the lavender scent of her shampoo, but he d love to feel her flaming red hair in hishands, press it against his nose, inhale her, the very essence of her.Gray blinked.A quick shake of his head and he was out of the mental fantasy. You okay? He couldn t stop his scowl. Yes.I was just& How s your sandwich? She laughed again, light and happy. I haven t tried it yet, but it s peanut butter.Kinda hard to screwthat up. Yes.That s true. He tried to laugh, but he knew it d sound forced. It s beautiful here.Y know, I ve heard teenagers in the area like to sneak up here to skinny-dip. 54 www.samhainpublishing.com Little Red and the WolfHis attention riveted on her. Have you? Me? Her blush colored her face and raced down her neck beneath the round collar of her dress.Gray tracked the wash of color.Did it spread farther? Did it warm her breasts the way it did her cheeks?Did it warm between her thighs? Well, yeah.Once or twice.But it was ages ago.Back when I lived at the cottage with Gran. He didn t want to think about it.He couldn t stop thinking about it.The memory of his dream, thereality of her swimming naked, the thoughts and images mixed like an erotic movie in his head.She took a sip of milk, leaving a thin white mustache lining her top lip when she finished.She lickedher lips, but a faint milk line remained. So why d you bring me here? This is about Gran s land, isn t it?I m at least right about that. Yes. He swallowed, his gaze stuck on that line of milk tracing her lip
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