Temptation Ridge. Робин Карр

      “Whew. Really?”

      Shelby nodded. “You just can’t imagine how good he is at it. Shew. But don’t worry—I told him I wasn’t taking my clothes off. I wanted to, though. Boy, did I.”

      “Shelby!” Vanni said, stunned.

      “Well, I did, but the porch at Jack’s bar didn’t seem the place. Plus, it’s pretty cold. I mean, I wasn’t cold—Luke was wrapped around me like a straitjacket.”

      Vanni giggled in spite of herself.

      “And he likes me. He hates that he likes me—Uncle Walt has him scared to death. And you know what? I love that in spite of that he can’t resist. Do you have any idea what that means to someone like me?”

      Vanni was quiet for a long moment. Finally, she said, “What can I do?”

      “Let’s have that talk. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about this. About where it’s going, which I think I’m pretty clear about. Can you do that without telling Paul all my personal business?”

      “Sure,” Vanni said with a smile. “Men don’t care about these things anyway. Where should we start?”