Free The Maverick's Red Hot Reunion (Entangled Indulgence) by Christine Glover

rapid instructions to Caleb, a flurry of packing, and additional moments fussing with her makeup. As she pulled her suitcase into the lobby, Kennedy added an extra swing to her gait.
    Her floral print sheath flowed and shimmied just above her knees. For the first time in months, she’d slipped into sheer stockings and high heels. The combination of the swirling hemline and the silky caress of her pantyhose emboldened her with a sexy, sassy, and seductive inner glow.
    She preferred to wear her boots, jeans, and construction hat to command her crew’s respect, but she’d learned to use her feminine assets to her advantage when approaching the corporate world.
    Now she’d use her new armor to her advantage when dealing with Zach.
    As she approached him, Zach’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Warmth spread through her body. “What’s the matter, Tanner? You forget what I look like in a dress?” Kennedy rolled her suitcase to a stop and casually anchored her hand on her hip.
    He might have forgotten, but she recalled how easily she’d win an argument by giving him a taste of her, sweet-as-lemonade on a hot summer night with an all-woman twist.
    He closed his mouth and flushed. “I’m surprised you still remember how to strut in heels.”
    Kennedy inhaled Zach’s crisp scent, heard the undertone of want in his voice. “You’d be surprised by a lot of the things I still know how to do,” she said, not admitting her lack of practice in the years since he’d coaxed that side of her out of hiding with lace and satin and other sinfully naughty gifts.
    He cleared his throat. “I’ll stow your luggage in my trunk.”
    She saw the white bone of his knuckles as he gripped her luggage handle. A frisson of anticipation shimmied along her skin. Score one for girl power. “Excellent.” She twirled on her heel and sashayed ahead of him, fully attuned to the heat of his penetrating, masculine gaze on her backside.
    Within minutes, Zach had driven onto the main road and shifted his recently delivered Ferrari into full gear. He handled the machine with finesse and grace and without attempting conversation. Kennedy massaged her temples, feeling exhausted and strained to the limit by the overwhelming cloud of silence hanging between them. She swallowed down mundane observations about the weather, the scenery, the state of traffic as if they were bitter pills.
    Each mile they traveled to Asheville, the foreign vehicle’s engine hummed louder. The small interior shrank until she was fully aware of Zach. He was close. So close she could feel his heat and inhale the aroma of his spicy cologne. When she glanced at his profile, she could see the fine lines etching creases in his brow, scooping a line beside his pinched mouth and knotting the muscles in his jaw.
    Longing unfurled low in her belly. Her mouth dried and she licked her lips. Years ago, she’d reach out to him, feel the warmth of his palm sliding against hers. But then she’d been naïve, easily mesmerized by Zach’s charm, and the way he made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Oh, she’d been intoxicated, blissful and blinded by love at the same time.
    Now her eyes were wide open. And they weren’t innocent anymore.
    Kennedy clasped her hands in her lap and looked away. She stared through her window at the mountains overlooking valleys dotted with farmhouses, the winding Tennessee River weaving its way to Florida, and the billboards advertising whitewater rafting expeditions. She squeezed her eyes and the scenery blurred, the heavenly paint sliding off the landscape’s canvas.
    Within another long hour, they arrived at the opulent hotel in Asheville. Two doormen with young, eager faces rushed to assist them. She slanted her glance to Zach as he handed his car key to the valet along with a fifty-dollar bill.
    “Take care of her,” he said, sliding his hand across the hood of the car. “And have the bellhop bring our luggage to my