Flynn's Kiss (Disarmed & Dangerous) by Diane Saxon Read Free Book Online

kiss, she wriggled off his lap and chased her brother to the other end of the tables. He sucked a breath in to inflate his constricted chest and glanced up into Sam’s caramel eyes, crinkled at the edges with amusement. His cousin offered him another small bottle of beer.
    “I think you deserve it.”
    “I pity the man she chooses to marry.”
    Sam passed a glance along the table at all their male cousins and nodded his head, deep dimples slashing through his cheeks.
    “Yup, me too.”
    With a deep suspicion Lydia was wiping a tear from her eye, he raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shook his head and grinned again. If there was one thing Flynn couldn’t bear, it was the thought of someone taking pity on him. He narrowed his eyes and shot a look at the woman next to him, but she was engaged in deep conversation with Jacob on her other side.
    He sighed with relief and picked up his fork, aware of how hungry he’d become. The sweet kid had knocked him sideways, leaving him confused. Instead of engaging Liberty again, he concentrated on his food and took advantage of being completely ignored.

Chapter Three
     She shouldn’t have consumed the additional half glass of bubbly white wine, but it had been so nice and refreshing and she’d been relaxed and comfortable with Flynn by her side. He’d been silent after the incident with Rosie, but it reinforced Liberty’s conviction that under his ice-chip eyes and controlled features there was a warm-blooded, compassionate man.
    Small indicators pointed the way…the touch of his hand to reassure her, the stroke of his finger down her sunburned nose, but the whole Rosie business had blown any other theory out of the water. The man was a living, breathing, caring human.
    It was a given fact she wanted to eat him alive, but she’d restrained herself so well, right up until the extra half glass of wine kicked in and she’d lost a few of her inhibitions. Luckily for her, it happened at about the same time she left the party with him.
    It wasn’t the extra wine she’d drunk that compelled her to keep touching him. He’d sat with his arm draped over the back of her chair, and every so often, he’d touched the bare skin of her shoulder, looped one of her curls round his finger and given a gentle tug, and stroked her arm with the back of his forefinger.
    While she’d chatted incessantly to everyone around, allowing him to remain silent and brooding, she ensured her leg brushed against his and leaned into his solid chest with her shoulder. When the sun started to dip beneath the horizon, Flynn took his plaid shirt off to wrap around her shoulders, leaving a simple black T-shirt to cover his broad chest. She snuggled into the spicy warm comfort of it and took the opportunity to pat his jean-clad thigh from time to time, her fingers dallying to give the occasional scratch across the rough material, eliciting soft grumbles from the silent man beside her.
    Flattered that he’d agreed to walk her home when Kate suggested, Liberty said her farewells with plenty of laughter and kisses while he stood, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He grunted and nodded until she was ready to go.
    Out of sight of everyone, she slipped her hand into his warm, large one, and her heart thrilled that he didn’t pull away.
    His fingers tightened on hers as she stumbled, letting out an embarrassing girly giggle, which she knew she was going to fret over in the morning. The second time she faltered, she blew out an impatient sigh.
    “Flynn, can you see? Because it’s really dark now.”
    “Yup.”
    She jerked him to a halt beside her and peered up at him through the dim light.
    “You really don’t have a lot to say for yourself, do you?” She’d prized every word out of him as they’d been eating, and if it hadn’t been for his intent stare and continuous appraisal with those penetrating eyes of his, she would have believed he wasn’t interested.
    Those eyes glinted down at her.
    “Nope.”
    He