Tanner Doyle stood on the threshold, a smile
flickering on his sexy mouth as he gazed at
Cady. Dark hair, tousled and desperately in need
of a haircut, fell across his forehead. A deep
tan from working outside accented his handsome
face. He wore faded dark denim jeans and a black
t-shirt.
On most men, his look
would be considered straightforward, but on Tanner it made him as
tempting as sin.
“Hello Cady.”
Simple words, but her
tongue remained stuck to the roof of her mouth. Even after all these
years his voice still caused shivers to run down her spine. His husky,
sensuous voice could make a woman do just about anything.
“Hello, Tanner,” she
replied, trying to keep her voice even.
“Got a table?”
He smiled as he said
the words, and Cady’s heart fluttered. Damn him for making her feel this
way.
She inhaled his
masculine smell, loving the way he didn’t try to mask the scent with
after shave. A sudden urge to hop onto the nearest table and spread her
thighs wide startled her. She closed her eyes to push aside the wicked
thoughts, but instead envisioned his hand dipping underneath her
uniform. He’d brush the hot, damp curls between her legs, tormenting
her. Teasing her into submission.
“Cady? Are you okay?”
Her eyes popped open,
forcing herself to focus on him and not her naughty thoughts. In a daze,
she looked past him, surprised to see him alone. “Just one today?”
He studied her for a
moment, then replied, “Yep. Can I have the table in the corner?”
She followed his gaze
to the secluded table they normally left reserved for staff. Today had
been such a harried day none of them had yet to get a breather.
“Are you sure that
table will be okay? There were better tables in the cafe than this and I
can clear off the dirty ones.”
“This is fine with
me.”
She nodded and led
the way to the table. A few people greeted Tanner as he walked by, but
he didn’t stop to linger.
“Here you go,” she
said, laying the menu down.
Tingles of sensation
shot up her arm when he brushed against her, and she willed her body not
to quiver.
“Coffee today?” she
asked him as he settled into his seat.
“Sure, Sugar, and
bring me the special.” Whiskey-colored eyes crinkled as he smiled.
She stared at him as
erotic visions began again. What was wrong with her today? Tanner was
the last man she needed to get involved with. He’s a love ‘em and leave
‘em type.
“Huh? What did you
say?”
She realized she
must’ve muttered the words out loud. For most ladies, he only needed to
say the word and they got what they wanted. Tanner in their bed.
But Cady Monroe
didn’t plan that to happen. She wasn’t falling for Tanner.
He still watched her
and Cady suspected he was trying to read her mind. Pushing away her
dangerous thoughts, she smiled at him blandly. “Nothing. I was just
wondering if you wanted soup or salad with the special.”
