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With a heavy sigh, I rest my head back and close my eyes. “He bought me a burger, three actually.”
“Brotherly love.”
“Pfft. Bullshit.”
A loud bang echoes from the cabin, but neither Ken nor I flinch. Instead, we turn to see a large van backing into the driveway. That’s when Calista steps out of the front door, wearing nothing but her booty shorts and a sports bra.
Flirting with danger.
Her body is soft and slim without a lot of muscle. She has what I like to callgentlecurves, very feminine and warm. It flows like the river beside the cabin. A naturally attractive, tender, look.
“Now I see.”
“No, she’s just eye candy,” I say dryly, my gaze fixed on her as she approaches the driver of the van just as he swings open the large back door. She greets him with a beaming smile, prompting me to turn my attention back to Ken. “She’s my brother’s stepdaughter.”
“Ouch, that’s unfortunate.” He runs his tongue across his top lip. “Or maybe not.”
“Not for you, either.”
When he scoffs, I’m tempted to push him into the lake to cool him off.
My gaze returns to her as she laughs at something the driver says as he writes something down on a clipboard.
“Hope she gets me a new mattress.”
As though she can sense me staring at her, she turns her head and looks down at me.
“She doesn’t seem like your type anyway.”
Without looking away from her, I ask, “And what is my type, Ken?”
“Nota barbie doll. I never imagined you with a blonde-haired prom queen. She’s the definition of your opposite.”
I tilt my head as she continues to stare me down.
Oh, baby girl, you are in so much trouble.
I’ll show her that staring at a killer is the dumbest thing she could do. She might not realize what I am, but she has to suspect I’m trouble.
When she finally breaks eye contact, I begin walking across the dock, Ken’s footsteps close behind.
“Got the bike you requested. Changing out the plates and I’ll have it delivered.”
“I can come pick it up,” I say while watching Calista turn and lead the driver into the cabin. “I’ll have the little doll drop me off in town tomorrow.”
“Next week,” he says after we take the wooden steps to the gravel driveway. “Ain’t ready just yet, need to get thetags.”
“Ah, got it.”
Calista hurries outside just as Ken and I reach the back of the truck. He’s the more talkative one between us, so it doesn’t surprise me when he leans against the moving van, flashing a grin as he says, “And what’s your name, gorgeous?”
She puts her hands onto her hips, pressing her fingers into her exposed skin. The action draws my attention down to her pierced belly button.
Her name should betemptress.
“Calista, and you?”
“Ken. It’s a pleasure.” He extends his hand, and she offers hers without hesitation. His lips brush over her knuckles in a quick, smooth gesture before letting go and glancing back up at her. “You got a boyfriend?”
