Читать книгу The Wolf And The Dove - Linda Turner, Linda Turner, Marilyn Pappano - Страница 13

Mortified color staining her cheeks, Rocky should have said something flirty, then gotten the heck out of there. But her brain shut down and her heart started to pound and all she could think of was that first sizzling kiss he’d given her days ago. As flustered as a virgin, she instinctively took a step backward. “Oh, no! That’s not necessary—”

His dark eyes starting to twinkle, Lucas arched a brow at her. “What’s this? The fearless Rocky Fortune, unnerved by a tiny sprig of mistletoe?” he teased. “It’s just a little kiss between friends.”

She wanted to protest that they weren’t friends—how could they be when they seemed to continually rub each other the wrong way?—and she had a feeling there was no such thing as a little kiss where he was concerned. But before she could get the words out, he leaned down and brushed a kiss on her flushed cheek. She felt the fleeting warmth of his lips, a whisper of breath against her skin, and then he was stepping back, his grin crooked as he gauged her reaction.

“There. See? No harm done,” he assured her lightly as he held her coat out for her to slip into. “Where’d you park? I’ll walk you to your pickup.”

Her heartbeat still drumming in her ears, Rocky automatically turned her back on him and eased her arms into the sleeves. “I had to park in the street, but it’s not that far. Anyway, you don’t need to walk me out. You have guests.”

“Who won’t miss me for the few minutes it takes to see you to your truck,” he said firmly. Grabbing his own coat, he quickly tugged it on.

“He’s right, dear,” Mary said, adding her two cents. “You’re not used to Wyoming winters. It doesn’t take long for ice to build up. If you slipped and fell in the dark, it could be a while before anyone found you.”

Rocky could have pointed out that she’d dealt with ice and harsh winters in Minneapolis for years, but Lucas already had the door open and was waiting patiently for her to precede him. From the challenging glint in his eye, it was obvious that he was prepared to wait as long as necessary. “Oh, all right,” she said with a sigh. “But if you walk all your guests to their cars, you’re going to have frostbite before the night’s over.”

“I’m a doctor,” he reminded her, chuckling. “I know how to treat it. Let’s go.”