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She darted toward a tree for shelter. "You started it, Grainger. Remember the Hamilton rule..." A
snowball caught her behind the neck. With a swipe to clear it before it worked its way down her collar,
she stopped. David tackled her to the ground. "You're the cheater!" He pulled her close. "This isn't the
NFL, buddy."
"Nope. It's the NKL."
She wiggled from his hold into a drift of snow. He grabbed her foot. "What the hell is NKL?"
With a swift pull, he met her face to face and kissed her. "National Kissing League, Hamilton."
His words came out a husky whisper, geez, a sexy whisper that had her sweating beneath her goose
down. They laughed and nuzzled each other. David's lips found hers again. With a heat that made her
think summer had arrived, her body welcomed his lips, his taste, his hardness pressing into her thigh.
She could feel his arms straining beneath his jacket as he held himself above her, not wanting to crush
his weight into her. With every kiss her desire to touch him grew. She snaked her hands inside his jacket
and rubbed across his chest. David's moans filled her ears as his breath warmed her neck.
"NKL my eye," she murmured and shook her head.
His laugher vibrated against her face. He pulled back enough to look at her, his eyes sparking a deep
mahogany in the brilliant sunlight. "I thought that was pretty clever."
"Clever? That's a first for you, Grainger." She ran her hand across his cold cheek, gently tracing
around his lips.
"You're not the only one who could come up with foolish inventive thoughts-" As soon as the words
came out, he knew he'd chosen the wrong ones.
Beneath his hold, she stiffened as if the icy snow had frozen her body, but he knew her reaction wasn't
from the cold. "I meant-" She pushed at his chest, toppling him into the snow. She must have known that
he didn't mean anything hurtful. Annie had to be able to see that he was different now, but her damned
pride must have gotten the best of her.
"I know exactly what you meant. That if I wasn't such an absentminded inventor, I wouldn't make such
foolish inventions like a snow-remover, a ten-minute timer, or any number of gadgets that I waste my
time and measly amount of money on."
"Don't, Annie. Things were going so well-"
She stood. Snow from her hasty brushing flew into his face. "They were, David, but as usual, you'll
never be able to accept me as is. You see me as some flighty little woman."
"Wait a minute-" He reached for her arm.
She pushed his hand away.
"I never said you were damaged. If you'd concentrate on something other than one of your inventions,
things would go so well, things would have gone so well, we'd be together- "
She leaned inches from his face. "This walkway would be cleared by now if you'd dug the snow as
deeply as you've dug yourself into this hole." Turning, she said over her shoulder, "I'm going to succeed
with one of my foolish inventions-despite you, David Grainger. And I am not absentminded or flighty!"
Collapsing into the snow, he wondered why he didn't keep his mouth occupied with his kisses. Annie was
wrong. He didn't think of her as absentminded, but for the life of him, he couldn't explain why her
putting so much effort into her inventions bothered him. When he thought of her working so hard, it
worried him. If he couldn't explain it to himself, how could he tell Annie the truth? Maybe he'd never be
able to accept her as a serious inventor. Or maybe he'd never see why she had this need to make a profit
on her own when he'd gladly support her and Maxwell.
Maybe he would never be able to win her back.
Chapter Eight
Annie kicked her boot off so high it hit the porch ceiling. She knew David could still see her from where
he stood in the snow, but she couldn't care less. This roller coaster ride her emotions had been on since
his arrival had to stop. She couldn't take it any longer.
Her heart knew the pain all too well.
In her stocking feet, she headed into the house. From the hall window she could see the snow hadn't let
up. How much longer could it last, anyway? Running into her office, she shoved on the radio to hear the
latest weather report.
Rap music filled the office. She pushed the knob through classical, country western, and a lot of static.
No weather report. Damn it. She quickly flipped off the switch before "Annie's Song" came on and her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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She darted toward a tree for shelter. "You started it, Grainger. Remember the Hamilton rule..." A
snowball caught her behind the neck. With a swipe to clear it before it worked its way down her collar,
she stopped. David tackled her to the ground. "You're the cheater!" He pulled her close. "This isn't the
NFL, buddy."
"Nope. It's the NKL."
She wiggled from his hold into a drift of snow. He grabbed her foot. "What the hell is NKL?"
With a swift pull, he met her face to face and kissed her. "National Kissing League, Hamilton."
His words came out a husky whisper, geez, a sexy whisper that had her sweating beneath her goose
down. They laughed and nuzzled each other. David's lips found hers again. With a heat that made her
think summer had arrived, her body welcomed his lips, his taste, his hardness pressing into her thigh.
She could feel his arms straining beneath his jacket as he held himself above her, not wanting to crush
his weight into her. With every kiss her desire to touch him grew. She snaked her hands inside his jacket
and rubbed across his chest. David's moans filled her ears as his breath warmed her neck.
"NKL my eye," she murmured and shook her head.
His laugher vibrated against her face. He pulled back enough to look at her, his eyes sparking a deep
mahogany in the brilliant sunlight. "I thought that was pretty clever."
"Clever? That's a first for you, Grainger." She ran her hand across his cold cheek, gently tracing
around his lips.
"You're not the only one who could come up with foolish inventive thoughts-" As soon as the words
came out, he knew he'd chosen the wrong ones.
Beneath his hold, she stiffened as if the icy snow had frozen her body, but he knew her reaction wasn't
from the cold. "I meant-" She pushed at his chest, toppling him into the snow. She must have known that
he didn't mean anything hurtful. Annie had to be able to see that he was different now, but her damned
pride must have gotten the best of her.
"I know exactly what you meant. That if I wasn't such an absentminded inventor, I wouldn't make such
foolish inventions like a snow-remover, a ten-minute timer, or any number of gadgets that I waste my
time and measly amount of money on."
"Don't, Annie. Things were going so well-"
She stood. Snow from her hasty brushing flew into his face. "They were, David, but as usual, you'll
never be able to accept me as is. You see me as some flighty little woman."
"Wait a minute-" He reached for her arm.
She pushed his hand away.
"I never said you were damaged. If you'd concentrate on something other than one of your inventions,
things would go so well, things would have gone so well, we'd be together- "
She leaned inches from his face. "This walkway would be cleared by now if you'd dug the snow as
deeply as you've dug yourself into this hole." Turning, she said over her shoulder, "I'm going to succeed
with one of my foolish inventions-despite you, David Grainger. And I am not absentminded or flighty!"
Collapsing into the snow, he wondered why he didn't keep his mouth occupied with his kisses. Annie was
wrong. He didn't think of her as absentminded, but for the life of him, he couldn't explain why her
putting so much effort into her inventions bothered him. When he thought of her working so hard, it
worried him. If he couldn't explain it to himself, how could he tell Annie the truth? Maybe he'd never be
able to accept her as a serious inventor. Or maybe he'd never see why she had this need to make a profit
on her own when he'd gladly support her and Maxwell.
Maybe he would never be able to win her back.
Chapter Eight
Annie kicked her boot off so high it hit the porch ceiling. She knew David could still see her from where
he stood in the snow, but she couldn't care less. This roller coaster ride her emotions had been on since
his arrival had to stop. She couldn't take it any longer.
Her heart knew the pain all too well.
In her stocking feet, she headed into the house. From the hall window she could see the snow hadn't let
up. How much longer could it last, anyway? Running into her office, she shoved on the radio to hear the
latest weather report.
Rap music filled the office. She pushed the knob through classical, country western, and a lot of static.
No weather report. Damn it. She quickly flipped off the switch before "Annie's Song" came on and her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]