Wild Weekend (21 page)

Something deep inside him tried to throw up a penalty flag at
that prospect, but he shoved it away and focused on doing what was smart, not
what was desirable.

They were close to the island now, and, as he’d expected, the
rickety old ferry suddenly got caught in the surging current that swirled around
it. The craft lunged up, and then slammed back down. Despite the steadying
presence of his hand on her shoulder, Lindsey couldn’t keep her feet totally
grounded. She stumbled forward, falling against him with a startled cry.

Thank heaven he was there, or she might actually have tumbled
over the railing into the drink. Instead, Mike caught her in his arms, holding
her close, not content with a hand on her shoulder while the chop was this
rough.

They both gasped, startled by the close call, the crazy
weather, the sway of the boat. And, for Mike, by her nearness.

This wasn’t just the lining-up of certain body parts, he was
actually holding her in his arms. One was wrapped around her waist, a hand
cupping her hip, the other encircling her shoulders. Every inch of her touched
every inch of him. Each cell in his body reacted, parts of him awakening that
he’d thought would remain in hibernation at least until he’d made a place for
himself on Wild Boar Island.

Uh-uh. Despite the cold air and the colder water, the rocking
of the boat and the rolling of his stomach, he looked down into those big green
eyes, felt the press of that soft, female form, and realized something.

This red-haired beauty was indeed going to be a complication. A
very serious complication.

Copyright © 2014 by Leslie A. Kelly

ISBN-13: 9781460331309

WILD WEEKEND

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