Today Judi Fennell shares an excerpt from her latest, Catch of a Lifetime.
When I received the document it read Logan in the Kitchen. Now I love a man who knows his way around a kitchen so I was intrigued and read it before I pasted it here.
I'm glad I did.
She had the best breasts he’d seen in a long time.
Logan jerked his head. What was wrong with him? Ogling Angel’s breasts? He should be shot.
Logan jerked his head. What was wrong with him? Ogling Angel’s breasts? He should be shot.
And as for pinning her up against the cabinets and mauling her, he ought to be drawn and quartered.
He wiped his face with the towel she’d mercifully tossed him and gave half a thought to gouging out his eyes. He’d never leered at a woman before, much less attacked one. She was a guest in his home. Michael’s babysitter. Could he be a bigger cad?
He slumped against the counter and reached for the glass. Christ. Something had hit him like a tidal wave. There hadn’t been a subtle thing about the staring he’d done. At her breasts, no less. The poor woman was looking at him as if he’d suggested he tie her to the bedposts. He couldn’t blame her.
In another life, that idea would have a lot to commend it.
He shook his head. Something weird had come over him. Exhaustion maybe. The shock of finding Michael on his doorstep finally catching up with him? A naked goddess on his boat who sang like an angel and looked like a temptress? Who, at this very moment, might be wearing red lingerie beneath her dress? Hell, it was anybody’s guess.
He took a swig of the water. Or rather, he tried to.
Nothing left.
That’d be because he was wearing it—and he didn’t blame her in the least.
She started to fiddle with a few strands of hair. “Logan…”
“Angel, I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t excuse my actions, but I honestly don’t know what came over me.”
She let go of her hair and gripped the chair in front of her, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip.
Actually, he did know what had come over him.
But that was no reason to act on it.
“I don’t blame you if you want to look for another place to stay, but I want to apologize and assure you”—and himself—“that it won’t happen again.”
He hoped.
Her mouth fell open. “Wha…what?”
He laughed inwardly. She was going to make him say it. Well, served him right.
What moron took advantage of a woman the way he had? You might think it’d been four years instead of four weeks since Joanne.
“That kiss. I was way out of line. I have no idea why I did it—”
She got this look on her face, and Logan realized he was digging a deeper hole for himself. Of course no woman would want to hear that the man who’d just been mauling her—quite pleasantly, there was no denying the truth in that—didn’t know why he’d done it. She was gorgeous; he knew why he was attracted to her. He just didn’t know why he’d gone all caveman on her.
“I mean, yes, you’re beautiful, but that’s no excuse for the way I behaved. I’m very sorry and you have my word that it won’t happen again. Please don’t leave. Michael really cares about you and he’s been through a lot. I’d rather not disappoint him if it can be avoided.”
“You think I’m beautiful?”
www.JudiFennell.com
