The Braddock Boys: Travis. Kimberly Raye

wiggled his eyebrows and stared past her. “That one’s for the hot cowboy checking you out at three o’clock.”

      She chanced a glance at Travis. Her gaze met his and heat rippled through her body, from the soles of her feet, to the top of her head. Time pulled her back and suddenly she felt his strong arms around her, his hands on her back, his body pushing into hers.

      The urge to grab his hand and haul him back into the storage closet hit her hard and fast. Her nipples tingled and her hands trembled and she stiffened.

       Hello?

      She had a mortgage to pay and a gluttonous St. Bernard to feed, and that meant controlling her impulses.

      For now.

      “I think he likes you. Why don’t you walk over and offer him a dessert. You’ll sit down and the two of you will stare longingly into each other’s eyes over bites of decadent cheesecake. One thing will lead to another and bam, I’m planning the event of the century and you’re playing the difficult bride.”