Free The Sharpest Edge by Stephanie Rowe Page A

she’d put there. What was in that letter? Would it answer some of his questions? God, he wanted to read it. It couldn’t have been as bad as she said.
    Kim pushed herself off the door. “Someone should be around here somewhere. They never leave the reception desk unattended at this hour.”
    Right. Focus, Sean. “How about the mailroom? Maybe someone’s in there sorting.” He turned away and walked to the other side of the reception desk, shoving open the door to discover Didi, the flirty receptionist, going at it with Will, the guy who had been working the desk when Sean had stopped by the other day. He stifled a grin and flicked the light switch. “Good evening.”
    Kim walked in just as Didi shrieked and flung Will off her. They hadn’t quite managed to fully compromise themselves, but Sean had no doubt that he and Kim would have gotten an eyeful if they’d arrived five minutes later.
    Didi grabbed her shirt from the floor and darted out of the room, stammering an embarrassed apology. Will’s face was bright red and he was fastening his pants as fast as possible. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Collins. I really am. We didn’t mean for this to happen and I know we shouldn’t have done it here…” He stuttered when he zipped some skin and abandoned his nervous stammering to focus on the apparently complicated task of getting dressed. He hustled out of the room, tucking in his shirt.
    Sean grinned and leaned against the doorjamb, recalling the days he’d done that speed-dressing thing when Kim’s parents had returned home unexpectedly. Kim caught his expression and looked surprised. Then her cheeks flushed and she started to laugh.
    “Been there, done that, huh?”
    She nodded, her eyes dancing. “You remember that time you fell on the glass of iced tea that was on the floor by the bed?”
    He grinned. “I was bleeding all over the place and trying to get dressed before your dad made it to the top of the stairs.” It felt good to laugh with her. Maybe this was what they both needed, a break from worrying about her dad, their past and everything else. Sometimes you just had to let it go.
    “And then when you stood up, there was blood seeping through your jeans and my dad totally busted us.” She was laughing now and it made him realize that he hadn’t seen her smile since she’d been back.
    “You’re beautiful when you smile.”
    Her smile broadened. “Thanks. You don’t look half-bad, either.”
    “Not half-bad?” He grinned at that. “In the old days, you used to swoon over me.”
    She lifted her eyebrows. “In the old days, you couldn’t keep your hands off me. You made me believe I was the sexiest girl on the planet.”
    “You were. Still are.”
    “Then how come you aren’t trying to bed me constantly?” She put her hands on her hips and tried to look offended.
    He levered himself away from the door frame and sauntered toward her, giving her his most devilish look. “Is that an invitation? Because you know I’d never turn down a chance to spend the night in your bed.”
    She gave him her best come-hither look, spoiled by her laughter, as it always was. She’d never been any good at playing the serious seductress. Not that it mattered. Laughter had always been their aphrodisiac. From the way he noticed the curve of her body under her T-shirt, it still was. “Since when do you wait for an invitation?” she asked.
    “Didn’t realize the invite was still open.” He hooked his index fingers in the belt loops on either side of her hips and tugged, the way he’d done so many times before. The action came so naturally to him, he didn’t even have to think about it.
    And, as she’d done on countless occasions, Kim let him pull her toward him, her hips swaying in rhythm with each movement of his hands, her fingers resting on his forearms. At the last second, the laughter faded from her eyes and she looked uncertain. “You really want to kiss me?”
    “Hell, yes.” He didn’t give himself