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"Has he ever mixed paint before?" "How should I know?" She glared at David. "All I know is, now we have to get new paint, and it is going to take longer to finish." And I'll have to work with you longer. And it will cost you more, he thought. "Let me pay for the new-" She scowled at him. He lifted his hands as if to say stop. "Okay, you pay. You are the one who bought it." She tried to hide the anger, or maybe it was embarrassment on her face, but a crimson glow worked its way up her neck and across her cheeks-he used to be able to feel the warmth of her skin with his lips when he had kissed away her embarrassment. She sat upright. "How the heck could I tell that the kid goofed?" "True." She looked adorable when angered. He couldn't help glaring at her-or wanting to kiss her. "There's no need to stare at me like I'm some simpleton, David." He pulled his glance to the wallpaper. "I was not...it is just that...you are a very intelligent woman, Annie. I have always thought so." He'd never had such a hard time keeping focused on someone before. Least of all someone he had known so intimately, her every tiny wrinkle of skin, every birthmark dotting her creamy white complexion. But she was his ex-wife. Even after two years, he had a hard time with that term. "Okay, maybe I should have asked Mr. Henniker to mix the paint. But I thought the kid knew what he was doing. I can't be responsible for everyone or everything. Can I?" He knew she did not expect, nor want an answer to that. She shoved the top back on the paint can and muttered, "Double darn." David smiled to himself at Annie's attempt at cursing. A familiar old feeling, like the one he felt when he had held her on a cold night, crept from his heart to warm him inside. That phrase had been a part of her vocabulary since they had met. It never failed to produce a chuckle deep inside him. "Now we have to repaint this area," she said then sighed. He wanted to shout "Yes!" since he'd be spending more time with Annie, but thought better than to be so obvious. Instead, he raised his eyebrows at her. "Don't look so horrified, David. I'll do it myself when I get the new paint." She stood and went to pick up the paintbrush. "I am not horrified. It is just that-" "Go sit down, out of my way." He sat on the sofa. With a slender finger, she rubbed the wall as if the color would change under her touch. "I'll never trust that kid again." She leaned over to shove the paintbrush into the coffee can full of paint thinner. Her braid swayed with the movement. A freshly showered scent floated on the breeze of the forced hot air heater as she moved near to put the brush with the others. When she reached up to grab the other brush from the ladder, David sucked in a breath. Oh hell. Could the paint fumes be getting to him? Today she wore her familiar gray plaid shirt that normally fit like it belonged to Popi, but as she reached up the fabric hugged her chest. Her breasts were not large, but they were perfect. Memories of holding, massaging her soft breasts bombarded his thoughts when he knew he should ignore them and concentrate on the damned wall. But he could even hear her moans of pleasure as if he caressed her right now. Oh hell, again. As she bent down, the gray shirt moved ever so slightly, but enough to reveal the soft, white skin of her back. He knew what lay beneath the rest of the shirt. He pulled his eyes to an old chandelier, with two burned out bulbs, hanging above and blew out a breath. Maybe it would fall and knock him out. "Are you all right, David?" She stood and turned. "You look a little flushed." He knew his face glowed like the fire in the hearth. Damn, his hormones had long memories. "I am fine." He stood and moved towards the window. Reflected in the pane, she stared from behind him with her thin brown eyebrows raised. She always took great care to pluck her eyebrows into perfect half moons. Although she wore little makeup except for coral lipstick, she looked beautiful, even in a clear pane of glass. "Just start cleaning up, and we can go get new paint." Damn, he hadn't meant for that to come out like a command. It was just that watching Annie had him all confused. "Yes, sir!" She gave him a sloppy salute and one heck of an evil eye. "You're acting weird. Weirder than usual that is." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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