Free J.C. and the Bijoux Jolis: The Rousseaus #3 (The Blueberry Lane Series Book 14) by Katy Regnery

him as he scanned the doors that suddenly jerked open and the waves of people that emptied onto the platform.
    Wives embraced their husbands, mothers opened their arms to returning children, and businessmen walked hurriedly to their cars, eager to begin the last long weekend of the summer. And for a moment, J.C. despaired that she wasn’t on the train platform as the swell of humanity thinned to a conductor talking to a station agent. Still scanning the open doors of the train, he was pulling his phone from his back pocket to call Kate when the pointy toe of an ultrasexy black sling-back heel stepped out onto the platform.
    His eyes widened as they trailed up denim-clad legs, artfully frayed at the knees and near the pussy, and sailed past a tiny waist to a loose black scoop-neck tank top embellished with a collection of gold chains around her neck. Her lips were a fierce fire-engine red, and oversized Jackie O. sunglasses completed her ensemble. From one bent elbow, she carried a large black leather purse, and several gold bangles on her wrist clanked together as she pulled her black rolling suitcase behind her.
    Fuck.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    I am in so much fucking trouble, thought J.C., stepping forward as she scanned the platform, and he raised his hand in greeting.
    ***
    Fuck.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    Thanks, Kate. Thanks a lot.
    Though she’d firmly instructed herself on the train ride not to react to him, the second she saw Jean-Christian Rousseau standing alone on the Haverford train platform, her entire body surged with electricity like she’d touched a live wire. Her mouth watered, goose bumps rose up on her skin, her nipples tightened into hard points, and her clit throbbed for the first time in months, starting a chain reaction in her pelvis. Liquid and hot, she felt her body ready for him like he was about to drop trou in the middle of a public train station and she was going to mount him like a stud for hire.
    She hissed a held breath through her lips, furious with herself.
    It was a chemical fucking reaction over which she had zero control, yes, but it pissed her off mightily nonetheless. Narrowing her eyes and setting her jaw to irritated, she stood completely still as the conductor yelled an old-fashioned “All aboard!” before the double doors closed behind her. The train lumbered away from the station, and she and J.C. Rousseau were left staring at each other from a distance of about fifty feet away.
    Taking a deep breath, Libitz walked toward him.
    You can do this. You can do this. Be polite. Don’t let him get under your skin. Think of Noelle.
    He stood still, facing her, waiting for her to make her way to him, looking as delicious as ever. Worn jeans fit him perfectly, molded to his body like a comfortable second skin, and on top he wore a blue-and-white gingham long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his muscular midforearms. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but the lips she dreamed about for months were still as sensual as fuck, tilted up into a small grin that made her insides clench with longing. His hair had grown a little since the wedding—it was wavy and dark, tamed into submission with some sort of gel, but a thick lock had escaped and hung over his forehead. Libitz rolled her eyes behind her glasses. Beside the word “sexy” in the dictionary, no doubt there was a picture of J.C. Rousseau.
    “Hi,” he said as she approached. “How was your trip?”
    “Fine,” she answered, stopping about five feet away from him. “Almost missed my connection in Philly but managed to run for it.”
    “Good.” He nodded. “Can I help you with your bag?”
    “It rolls.”
    “Okay,” he said, reaching for it.
    She jerked the handle back. “It rolls . I don’t need help with it.”
    He raised his hands, palms up. “I wasn’t going to steal it, Elsa. I was just going to put it in my trunk for you, but suit yourself.”
    Elsa. The ice princess.
    It was bad luck that HBO Family had been