Hunk for the Holidays

Hunk for the Holidays by Katie Lane Read Free Book Online

Book: Hunk for the Holidays by Katie Lane Read Free Book Online
Authors: Katie Lane
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Western, Fiction / Romance - Contemporary
understanding her motivation didn’t explain why he had gone along with the charade.
    As soon as he realized she’d mistaken him for someone else, he should’ve introduced himself. But she surprised him. He wasn’t expecting a beautiful, dark-haired woman. He was expecting Al McPherson, the gruff man who had called him earlier in the day to set up a meeting. James had stepped off the elevator, nervous and excited about meeting one of the most respected men in the business, and was completely sideswiped by long, sexy legs and a tiny patch of red satin. Once his gaze locked on those undies, his curiosity and excitement about meeting Big Al had flown straight out the window. Along with every coherent thought he’d ever had.
    Follow sexy underwear with sparkling green eyes and full, luscious lips, and he was lucky that he had remembered his name. He sure didn’t give a second thought to her father or to the Christmas party he was supposed to attend. Damn, his mind had been on penis-pilot way before his name even came up. In fact, he was still on penis-pilot, which would explain the sudden intense desire to kill the bastard who had just bent his head for a kiss.
    To hell with it.
    James pushed his way through the overgrown plants of the greenhouse and headed for the door that led into the house. He shouldn’t have bothered. By the time he stepped into the hallway, Cassandra had already taken care of the situation. She didn’t slap Foster, but rather punched him right in the face. And from the bunched muscles in herarm and the way Foster’s head snapped back, it wasn’t a girlie tap.
    “Damn it, Cassie.” Foster stumbled back with a hand over his eye. “What’s your problem?”
    “Easy there.” James reached out and settled a hand on his shoulder to steady the poor guy. He must’ve used a little too much pressure because Foster flinched. James completely ignored him as he studied Cassandra.
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah, I think so,” the pompous idiot answered.
    James shot him an annoyed look before reaching for Cassandra’s hand and examining it. For such a wildcat, her hands were soft and fragile. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “It doesn’t look like you broke anything.”
    She pulled her hand away and looked up. For a long moment, he got lost in her eyes before his gaze dropped to her mouth. A mouth that was now painted a glossy, sexy-as-hell red. “I’m fine,” she said.
    Fine? Oh, baby, you don’t know the half of it. No wonder the poor bastard tried to kiss you.
    James glanced at the poor bastard. “You’re lucky.”
    “How’s that?” Foster removed his hand from his eye and studied it as if it might have blood on it.
    “I could’ve gotten to you first.” He slipped an arm around Cassandra to make his point. She stiffened, but didn’t pull away.
    Foster’s face turned red, and for a moment, James thought he would actually be stupid enough to say something. Instead, he made a strangled huffing noise, then turned and walked away. As soon as he was gone, Cassandraslipped out from under his arm and walked into the greenhouse. He followed her back to the table.
    She lifted the half-full beer. “Mine?”
    He shrugged. “I got waylaid.”
    “Yeah, I know.” She took a deep drink, and all he could think about were her lips being on the same spot as his. The tightening in his stomach caused him to reach for the shot glass of whiskey. He downed it so quickly Aunt Louise would’ve been proud.
    Cassandra studied him for a few seconds before she moved over to the fish pond and stared down at the large, colorful koi that were huddled at the bottom. “Are you drunk?”
    He felt dizzy, but he wasn’t sure the effect was caused by the whiskey. “No.”
    She turned. “So how much did my aunt get out of you?”
    “Not much. She knows I’m interested in construction and that I’m not a candy ass who bakes pumpkin bread.”
    “A what?” She looked puzzled, but only for a second. “Ahh, you

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