
"I’m here if you need anything," Sam said.
Meg narrowed those shining blue eyes. “Like what?”
He shrugged. “An ear. A shoulder.”
“Thanks, but . . .”
“A full-body naked rubdown.”
That choked a laugh from her. He watched, satisfied, as
some of the tension drained from her shoulders. “I can do
without the extraneous body parts, thanks.”
“Anytime,” he said sincerely. “You let me know if you
change your mind.”
And tried not to imagine her tight, compact body, round
and responsive under his hands. Under him.
“In your dreams, Slick.”
Probably. Tonight, for sure.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’ll see you tomorrow,
then.”
“Tomorrow?” She looked wary, like he was coming over
to make good on that full-body naked massage.
“To work on the ramp.”
“Oh. Yes. Good idea.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “I’d take that as a compliment if
you didn’t sound so surprised.”
“I meant it as one.” An actual smile this time. “I appreciate
you doing this for Mom.”
“Not just for your mother.”
“And Matt.”
Matt was his best, his oldest friend. Sam shook his head.
“Not only for Matt.”
She pressed her full lips together. “You’re not doing it
for me.”
He didn’t answer right away. He owed the Fletchers, Tom
and Tess, more than he could say. Their home had been his
refuge throughout high school, an escape from his stepmother’s
moods and his old man’s tirades. Tom had taught
Sam to change the oil in his first car. Tess had taken him in
and treated him as one of her own, equally quick with a
cookie or a scold. He would have done a damn sight more
for either of them than build a ramp.
But his feelings for Meg were mixed in there, too, a
potent brew of attraction and regret.
He smiled at her with intent.
“Oh, no,” she said. “You don’t even know me anymore.
There’s nothing between us but one lousy hookup and some
memories.”
He took his hands out of his pockets. Nothing between
them? “Let’s see,” he suggested and made his move.
Carolina Girl, coming June 4 from Berkley Sensation
