Free Red-Hot Texas Nights by Kimberly Raye Page A

world to see.
    He frowned. “I thought I told you to stay away from here.”
    â€œAnd I thought I told you it was none of your business.” She sat the shake in the cup holder and wiped at her messy hands. “I need to see Kenny and I’m not leaving until I do.”
    â€œKenny’s a bad guy.”
    â€œIf he’s such a bad guy, then what do you want with him?”
    The frown deepened. “Maybe I just came back because I remembered how stubborn you were and I wanted to make sure you didn’t get into trouble.”
    â€œThat would imply that you care, and we both know there’s no truth to that.” She gave him a pointed stare. “I can look after myself.”
    He stared at her long and hard as if there was something he wanted to say, but then he shrugged. “My brother’s been hanging out with him lately and I’m here to put a stop to it.”
    â€œBecause Kenny’s such a bad guy.”
    â€œExactly.” He reached for the door handle.
    Before she could hit the LOCK button, the door swung wide and his deep voice slid into her ears. “Scoot.”
    â€œWhat are you doing?” she blurted as he started to climb into the driver’s seat.
    â€œWe might as well wait together.” His muscular thigh hit hers and she found herself sliding to the side a split second before his entire body folded in next to hers.
    Vinyl groaned and creaked as he settled behind the steering wheel. The door slammed shut and suddenly old Bertha seemed much smaller than she’d realized. A hand span of worn seat separated them. The potent scent of sexy male drifted across the space to her and wound tight, pushing and pulling at her already tentative control. The urge to wiggle to her left and snuggle up next to him nearly overwhelmed her.
    She pushed aside the crazy notion and finished wiping her sticky hands. “I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
    He shot her a sideways glance. One dark brow arched. “Don’t trust yourself?”
    Bingo.
    â€œDon’t flatter yourself.” She cleared her throat. “I need to get some work done, that’s all.” She indicated the clipboard and supply list. “I’ve got to order staples tomorrow and I need to figure out exactly how much I need.”
    â€œSo work.” He shrugged. “I don’t mind.” He was all hard muscle and purposeful intent as he settled back in the seat, one elbow resting on the open window.
    Her gaze hooked on his large hand sitting atop the seat between them, his fingers long and strong. The musky scent of leather and horse filled the interior, teasing her senses and making her heart flutter. The air inside the vehicle crackled with electricity.
    The chemistry between them fired to life as always, a live wire running from point A to point B, the connection shivering with intensity. She became keenly aware of the chocolate residue coating her fingers and the top of her hand. A thought pushed its way into her head and she saw Tyler’s strong hand covering hers, lifting it to his lips, his tongue lapping at the sweetness clinging to her skin …
    Not that he was doing any such thing. Not out in the open for everyone to see.
    A wave of heat washed over her and she barely resisted the urge to tug at the neckline of her T-shirt. The heat rolling off his body made the already humid night air unbearable and she found herself reaching for the door handle.
    â€œWhere are you going?”
    â€œI really need to wash my hands,” she blurted. “I’ll just turn on the hose right there”—she indicated the faucet near the corner of the house—“and cool off.” The minute the words were out, her gaze collided with his. A knowing smile crooked his lips and she stiffened. “Clean up,” she rushed on. “I need to clean off.”
    The door opened and slammed and she walked swiftly to the faucet, doing her best