Free Can't Stop Loving You by Lisa Harrison Jackson Page A

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    As if Kendrick knew she was checking him out, he glanced over his shoulder with a smile. From the look on his face, she thought he had read her mind, like Mel Gibson in the movie What A Woman Wants . She blushed, turning away quickly.
    He shook the other men’s hands and headed over to the booth.
    â€œMs. Jordan, I owe you big-time,” he said, sliding in the booth beside her.
    â€œYes, you do, and you can start by rubbing my feet,” she said playfully lifting her leg.
    Kendrick surprised her by taking her foot and placing it in his lap where he proceeded to massage the pain away.
    His hands worked miracles and she found herself succumbing to his touch. She leaned back in the booth and closed her eyes, moaning with pleasure.
    â€œYou like that?” Kendrick whispered, watching her face.
    â€œYe-e-es,” she purred with a delicious smile.
    â€œHow much?”
    â€œA lot.”
    â€œTell me then. Tell me you like it,” he coaxed as his fingertips began to knead deeper into the center of her foot.
    â€œI like it,” she murmured. “I definitely like it.”
    â€œTell me again.”
    â€œI like it,” she repeated not thinking about how her confession might sound to the few people still milling about.
    Although Kendrick was well aware of where he was taking her, he stopped stroking her immediately.
    Kaycee’s eyes popped open. “Why did you stop? It felt good.”
    â€œListen to us,” he replied. “It’s a good thing no one is in earshot or they might think we’re doing something else under this table.” He gently replaced her foot on the floor. “Ms. Jordan, if you’re ready, I think I’d better get you home.”
    Kaycee couldn’t agree more and quickly gathered her sandals and purse in hand. After Kendrick gave the final directives to his staff, they headed out to his car.
    It wasn’t until they stepped out onto the front sidewalk that Kendrick spotted Kaycee’s shoes dangling by their straps from her fingers.
    He frowned. “Why aren’t you wearing your shoes?” he asked gruffly.
    â€œMy feet were about to declare war if I didn’t take them off.” She sighed.
    His furrowed brow raised and he said, “I’m not going to say a word, but this is like déjà vu.”
    Kaycee rolled her eyes at his reference to the night of their first meeting and his comment about her shoes. The image of him standing in his doorway without a shirt, his muscles flexing, made her warm. She was grateful for the gentle evening breeze ruffling the skirt of her dress. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting the wind cool her flushed skin.
    Standing beside her, Kendrick watched in awe. While she was enjoying the fresh air, he could not help but be reminded of that night he’d seen her playing in the sprinklers from his bedroom window. And just like that night, his body responded instantly. He couldn’t understand it, but there was something about Kaycee that left him speechless.
    A single raindrop splattering his forehead brought him back to the present. He reached up to wipe it away only to be hit by another and another. The drops quickly formed a design on his shirt. He looked up into the starless sky and frowned.
    â€œIt’s raining.”
    â€œOh, no,” she replied, huddling beside him. “I didn’t bring an umbrella.”
    Lightning zigzagged across the sky, followed by a low rumble of thunder. The droplets increased and before Kendrick could reply, the wind picked up.
    â€œWe’re going to have to make a run for it,” he announced.
    â€œWait,” Kaycee replied, coming to a halt. “Let me put on my shoes.”
    â€œWe don’t have time for that!” he barked with authority and as quick as the lightning flickering across the sky, he scooped Kaycee up in his arms and made a break for his car.
    By the time he reached his Jeep, the rain was pouring