Lydia's Twin Temptation by Heather Rainier Read Free Book Online Page B

you give her the jewelry and the book yet?” Chance thought he detected a note of hope in his brother’s voice.
    “I haven’t yet because the time didn’t feel right, but I have them in my hands, ready to give to her. She’s showering right now.”
    Clayton chuckled and said, “She’s in the shower, soapy and nekkid, and you’re talking to me on the phone?” The way his twin brother said it made him think maybe he was crazy for not already begging her to come back to the ranch with him. “She wants to leave Fort Stockton and find a better opportunity, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I think you’re the best opportunity out there for her.”
    “But, Clayton, you—”
    “But nothing. If she’ll come, then we’ll see. I bet you she’d love the chance to be a chef with her very own kitchen, rather than running her little feet off for measly tips at that café.”
    Chance finished up the phone conversation with his brother, satisfied that he was doing the right thing. Tomorrow he’d see about getting tires put on her little red car, because she would still need those and for it to run, regardless of whether she agreed to his proposition tonight or not.
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    Lydia decided that as long as she could hear his indistinct, rumbling voice outside, she was safe in the room getting her stuff. She remembered where each item she needed was located.
    She held the towel to her front and slipped cautiously from the steamy bathroom, praying that he was not nearly finished with whomever he was talking to.
    Silently easing open the dresser drawer, Lydia grabbed a clean bra, because she thought bobbing breasts and obviously hardened nipples would be more information than she wanted to share with him right now. Next she found clean panties and then pulled her blue satin pajamas from the drawer. The shirt cooperated, but the drawstring on the pants was hung on something in the back of the drawer.
    When she reached in to free the knotted end, her towel slipped out from under her arms and she was left standing there stark naked. Crooning low and nearing panic stage, Lydia dropped the other clothes and reached in with both hands. The bottoms were essential and uncooperative, and she sent a fervent prayer heavenward as she tried to find what the drawstring was stuck on.
    That was exactly how Chance found her two seconds later as he reentered her motel room. Stuck there, with her towel in a puddle on the floor, Lydia looked up at him across the room, struck speechless.
     

Chapter Five
    A noise and movement caught Chance’s eye as he slipped silently inside Lydia’s dimly lit room. He looked up and beheld a wondrous sight.
    Lydia stood completely naked in front of her dresser drawers clearly having some kind of difficulty. Her skin was rosy from her shower, and her long brown hair was wet and dripping down her back. She looked up at him, and he could tell by her beautiful, flushed face how tired she was and how embarrassed and emotional she was about to become. Her lips quivered, and she whispered in a shaky, fragile-sounding voice, “My pajamas are stuck.”
    Chance quietly laid the gifts on the table and went to her, trying very hard not to ogle her luscious thighs, her beautiful, rounded ass, and the curve of her spine. She looked up at him with eyes welling full of tears, and he reached out a tentative hand to wipe a tear away as it fell.
    Her voice trembled as she spoke. “I’m so embarrassed. I thought I would just sneak out, get my clothes, and you’d be none the wiser. I forgot them when I went in the bathroom.”
    “Ssh-shh. Don’t apologize, baby.” He stroked another tear from her flushed cheek, then reached inside the drawer and freed the drawstring of her pajama bottoms from the back edge of the drawer where it was hung.
    Taking a deep breath, she hung her head and forcefully slammed the drawer shut. Her eyes flashed open and she shrieked like a banshee, clutching her breast as though she were in agony. His