Summer at Seaside Cove
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He shook his head. If even one other person had expressed interest in the job, Ryan would have escorted that glamorous piece of fluff right back out to the parking lot. Jesus, she looked as if she’d just jetted into town between modeling assignments. She looked more out of place at Griffin’s than he would have at a one of those silly debutante balls. God, he should have known better than to leave Evan in charge of the hiring. His younger brother was an expert at bringing trouble to the door, then disappearing as he’d done today—and Ryan was frankly exhausted from cleaning up the messes. And there was no doubt that Laurel Newman would be trouble. Any woman who looked like her meant Trouble with a capital T. And that rhymed with P and that stood for Problem.
And more problems he didn’t need.
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“You shouldn’t have come out here, Lady Julianne.” Even the darkness couldn’t disguise the heated intensity of his gaze. Dear God, the way he was looking at her … as if he were a starving beast and she was a tasty morsel he’d happened upon. And the way he made her feel … as if she were gasping for air and he was the last bit of oxygen on earth.
Holding her breath, she stood in an aching jumble of desperate want, need, apprehension, and anticipation, unable to move, waiting to see what he’d do next.
Just when she thought his hot scrutiny would incinerate her where she stood, his gaze shifted to study each of her features. When he came to her mouth, he lingered for several breath-stealing seconds before slowly raising his gaze back to hers.
“You should return to the house,” Gideon said.
Julianne had to swallow twice to locate her voice. “Yes,” she whispered.
She should return. She knew it. But apparently her feet did not as they remained firmly rooted in place. Maybe perhaps she might possibly have convinced her feet to move, but then he touched a single fingertip to her cheek. And the only thing fleeing the garden were any thoughts of her leaving.
His finger followed the same path his gaze had just traveled, painting feather-light strokes over her face. The tip of his finger was hard. Blunt. Calloused. Not that of a gentleman. Yet infinitely gentle.
She watched him as he touched her, noting the avid way his gaze followed his finger. The muscle that ticked in his square jaw. With his finger lightly circling the outer curve of her ear—a bit of skin she’d had no idea was so sensitive—he leaned in. Brushed his cheek against her hair.
In an agony of anticipation, Julianne remained perfectly still, terrified that if she so much as breathed he would stop. End this wondrous adventure. She heard him take a slow, deep breath, one he released in a ragged stream of warmth against her temple.
“Delicious,” he muttered. “Bloody hell, I knew you’d smell delicious.” The last words ended on a low groan. “What is that scent?”
How could he possibly expect her to answer questions? With an effort, she managed to say, “Vanilla.”
“Yes …” He pulled in another deep breath. “You smell like the bake shop. Warm. Sweet. Scrumptious.” His lips brushed over her hair, and he groaned again. “You really need to return to the ball, Julianne. Now.”
The intimacy of that gravelly voice saying her name, without the formal use of her title, touched something deep inside her. She could no more have left the garden at that moment than she could have held back the tide. She’d longed for a moment like this—free of the suffocating constraints of society and away from the ever-vigilant eye of her mother who was determined to see her married off to a duke. Dear God, if Mother suspected Julianne was alone with a man, let alone a man like Gideon—a Bow Street Runner, a commoner—she’d fly into the boughs and never allow Julianne out of her sight for an instant.
But this was the man who’d haunted Julianne’s dreams for months, who’d set her dreams and imagination on fire. A man who could never be hers for longer than this stolen instant in time. She’d longed for a chance like this and nothing her common sense or conscience screamed at her could deter her.
“No,” she whispered. “Not now.”
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