Caught Up in You
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“I probably should be,” he agreed. Would be if he’d gone through with some of the lewd thoughts he’d had concerning Red. “But I’m not.”
He had more than his fair share of sins, but this wasn’t one of them.
Red stalked over to her sister, towering over the curvy blonde. “How dare you? I’m a grown woman, damn it.”
Sadie sniffed. “Then I suggest you act like one.”
“I don’t need to stand here and listen to this.” With a toss of her hair, Red snatched up her purse. “You’re in my way,” she told Sadie, who blocked her exit.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what, exactly, you’re doing here.”
“I’m not telling you anything. Now move. Or I swear, I will move you.”
Sadie narrowed her eyes. “I’d like to see you try.”
“And I’d like to see the backs of both of you as you leave me in peace so I can get some more sleep,” Kane said.
“Blame her—” Red jabbed a finger at Sadie.
He yawned. Rolled his shoulders back, then took them each by the upper arm and tugged them out into the hallway. He stepped inside his apartment and faced them. “Let’s not cast blame.”
He shut and locked the door, the soft click echoing in the stunned silence.
Stunned, blessed silence.
He walked to his room. He might not have been as gentle as he could have been with Red, but he’d done the right thing. Which wasn’t something that came often or, to be honest, easily. Mostly because he couldn’t care less about what other people thought was right. But, yeah, for once he’d made the morally acceptable choice.
Give him a freaking medal.
He kicked off his jeans and padded naked to the bed. Lying down, he linked his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He blew out a heavy breath. Shut his eyes, but could still feel the warmth of Red’s fingers on his skin. Could still smell her. She’d invaded his apartment and now her ghost was sticking around.
Women. They never knew when to leave a man alone.
He rolled off the bed, yanked the window open, then flopped onto his stomach. All the cool breeze did was blow around her phantom scent so he pulled the pillow over his head. He tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, the memory of Charlotte standing before him in nothing but jeans and a bra imprinting itself in his mind. When he finally, gratefully, fell asleep, he dreamed of her. Of her long legs, bright hair and wary eyes.
And when he woke, hard and aching for her, he could have sworn he still tasted the whisper of her kiss on his lips.
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About the Author
While writing Caught Up in You, Romance Writers of America RITA® Award winner Beth Andrews survived her older daughter’s graduation, her younger daughter’s driving lessons and her son’s causing her grocery bill to double during his summer home from college. In her free time, Beth can be found cheering on the Pittsburgh Penguins, scrolling through Instagram or reading a great book. Learn more about Beth and her books by visiting her website, www.bethandrews.net.
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