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She turned around to ask him once again Just where the heck his country was, but found him towering
over her, barely an inch separating them. Not surprising, since it was a really tiny bathroom. She couldn't
turn around in it without banging elbows herself. With him in it, too, there was absolutely no space to
maneuver without them bumping into each other.
It was hard to concentrate with him that close, but she managed to get out, "You can at least tell me the
continent that your country sits in, can't you? So I can have something to relate to when you drop these
little tidbits like pools instead of bathtubs and . .
That was as far as she got. Being lifted off her feet and deeply kissed worked pretty well to put an end
to any kind of concentration. She was surrounded by his body, by his scent, by his taste.
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Her senses began rioting with her morals and were coming out ahead. And then she was set down and
pushed toward the door.
"Be gone from my sight quickly, kerima, unless you wish to share the water and more with me now."
That was about as plain as could be, that he'd reached his limit of sexual forbearance. Caution prevailed
and got her out of there real quick.
Chapter Fifteen
YOU CAN'T GO KISSING ME TO DISTRACTION EVERY time I ask you something that you
don't want to answer. If it's secret, just say so. If I get fed up with hearing that, I'll say so. Okay?"
They were in Brittany's car on the way to City Hall. It was much later than they'd planned on getting
there. She'd fed Dalden before they left, and was definitely going to have to stop for some groceries on
the way home after that mammoth meal.
And there'd been an amusing moment when they left the apartment and she told him not to mind the
rust-bucket look of her car, that she kept it in tiptop shape so it purred. He, of course, misinterpreted
that and started looking around for buckets and fembairs, the latter being what she figured he called cats.
It was now almost noon, since their brief stop at the mall had turned into hitting every shop with men's
clothing, after it had been apparent from the first shop that they were going to have trouble finding
something to fit Dalden. In fact, they never did. There had been a few extra-extra-large T-shirts he could
have worn, but they just didn't look right on him, and besides, leaving those arms of his bare would draw
as much notice as his fancy tunic.
There was hope, though, at least for tomorrow. An on-duty seamstress in one of the larger clothing
stores had felt challenged upon seeing Dalden, and after taking some quick measurements, had promised
to have some jeans and a plain cotton shirt ready for him by the end of the day.
Brittany had expected Dalden to draw some notice, but experiencing it firsthand in the mall that morning
went beyond even her own expectations. She hadn't noticed yesterday because she'd been unable to
take her eyes off him herself. But he managed to affect everyone that way. No matter where she looked,
people were staring at him open-mouthed, boggle-eyed; he was causing traffic pile-ups of the pedestrian
kind. One young kid even asked him for his autograph and refused to believe he wasn't a celebrity. Keep
a low profile? Yeah, right.
There hadn't been much time between her apartment and the mall for talk, and besides, she'd been too
busy watching Dalden examining everything on the dashboard, as if he'd never been in a car before. Yet
she'd wanted to wait until they were in the car, where he wouldn't dare try to kiss her again, to bring up
the subject of his unique way of distracting her.
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She wasn't expecting an argument. Her suggestion had been so reasonable that it didn't leave room for
arguing. But he put a new twist to it.
"Yet is it much more enjoyable, for both of us, to kiss you to distraction," he said.
Undeniable, but beside the point. "Remember 'getting to know each other'? Part of that is answering
questions, not avoiding them."
"When I make you mine, Brittany Callaghan, you may have all the answers you seek. I am told,
however, that you win not be happy with the answers." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]