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Nothing good can come of stepping in to help Peter out of his dilemma, but Beth finds herself helpless to deny his request. Reluctantly, she gives in to his pleas and steps in to help, but she refuses to give in to the attraction still sparking between them. Why didn’t she realise how difficult it would be to resist the man who ever set her heart on fire and makes her burn for things she shouldn’t want? Things she doesn’t deserve?
Excerpt: (Keep in mind, that this is not the final version. We're going into edits now.)
“Hi,” she whispered, her smile matching his. “Morning.” Her heart pounded in her chest. He was so sexy standing there in his pajama bottoms, his hair messed up, and looking half asleep. It was nearly her undoing. She swallowed hard. She wanted to touch him, to taste every inch of his skin.
“Morning Beth.” He touched her cheek lightly with one finger and leaned towards her.
Oh, he’s going to kiss me.
No. Yes. Please. She waited, her breath held in anticipation. Or was it fear? She eased back, just a fraction, putting more distance between them.
Peter swayed forward, just a bit before his hand slowly lowered to his side and they stood there staring, smiling at each other. “Morning,” she said again. “Guess I already said that.” She blushed. “Coffee should be ready,” she told him, trying to break the tension that seemed to crackle between them. “I started it before I showered. You need to shower. I’ll cook while you shower and shave.” She battled the urge to stroke the stubble on his cheek. “Scrambled eggs and toast okay with you? Or would you rather have -?”
His finger on her lips stopped her flow of words. “Did you know that you babble when you’re nervous?” When she blushed again he added, “I think it’s cute.” His finger traced the line of her lower lip. “Scrambled eggs and toast will be fine. Please.”
She wiggled her way between him and the door frame, careful not to touch him. “You have fifteen minutes,” she said and hurried down the hall. In the kitchen she collapsed against the counter and closed her eyes. The drawer handle dug into her back but she didn’t notice. Damn. Being here was such a bad idea. How could she continue to resist him when he was that close? Why did he have to keep touching her? Was he oblivious to his effect on her? Or did he know how his touch affected her and was he teasing?
“What’s the matter Beth?” His voice held laughter.
Her eyes popped open and she stared at him. She hadn’t known he followed her to the kitchen. He took three long strides and stood in front of her, well inside her personal space. She couldn’t retreat with the counter pressed against her back.
“You seem jumpy this morning.”