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sparkling personality shone. It was evident to all that she
loved them and was well-loved in return. Comparing this woman to the
professional one he knew from the Navy, the differences were astound-
ing. Here she was free, exuding life. He loved it. Or was it her that he
loved?
The music switched to something slower and Scott found him-
self looking directly at the woman he’d been observing all evening.
“Come on, dance with me?” her sultry voice asked as her hand reached
out to him.
Unable to resist her haunting eyes, Scott stood and walked with
her to where the others were dancing. Inhaling her gentle fragrance, he
fit her into his body as they barely moved on her lawn. Her head fell to
rest on his shoulder as slim arms slid, carefully to avoid the wound,
around to settle on his back, fingers splayed and gathering him in tight.
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“Thank you,” she whispered for his ears only. “Thank you for
dancing with me.”
C h a p t e r S e v e n
It was close to midnight when the party wound down. Jay and
his crew were the last to leave and as they went through the gate,
closing it behind them, Alexis surveyed her backyard beneath the
outdoor torches that still burned.
“Damn, I’m tired,” she moaned to the cool night air.
“That was one hell of a party.” Scott decided as he gathered
some discarded plates and threw them in the nearest garbage can.
“That little thing? Oh, this was not a big one, which is good. I’m
beat.” She sat down on the tabletop, hanging her legs over the edge to
dangle freely.
“You want to clean up in the morning, then?” he asked as he
dumped more things in the trash.
“No, I don’t want any animals to start sniffin’ around.” Her
head tipped backwards, exposing her elegant neck to his gaze.
She thought she heard him growl. “Well, then, don’t you think
you should help me instead of sitting there and tempting me?”
Oh, if only that were true, Commander Leighton, if only that were
true. “Right,” she complained and started cleaning once more.
Under the muted light of the tiki torches and lanterns her back-
yard began to take shape. The air was cool with the faint breeze that
blew. It also kept the bugs away. Alexis rolled up the last tablecloth and
all the discarded cutlery and dishware she’d found and put on the
disposable tablecloth. “There is a trashcan right behind you,” Scott said,
as he tied off the bag in the one he was dealing with.
Cramming the bundle of paper and plastic into the overflowing
bin, Alexis put the top on and retreated to her now-clean tabletop for a
seat. . Slow, sensual jazz played faintly in the yard, loud enough for her
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to hear but not loud enough for the neighbors to complain. From
beneath narrowed lids, she watched the muscular man on the other side
of her yard. Even injured he moved with a panther-like grace that took
her breath away.
Her mouth going dry, she lay back to focus on something that
didn’t have blue eyes, a heart-stopping smile, or a body that could give
her an orgasm just by looking at her: The stars in the black night sky.
This was something Alexis loved about being on the ocean, the clear,
unimpeded view of the stars. If she were to do things again and
couldn’t for some reason be a doctor, she would have chosen a career
dealing with astronomy—maybe being an astronaut. Lost in her
thoughts, she just lay there, not knowing how beautiful she appeared to
the man in the yard with her.
Snapping the lid on the last garbage bin, Scott looked up and
nearly dropped his jaw. Lying on her back on top of the table was the
object of his dreams. Alexis’s legs, bare from mid-thigh down, hung
over the edge at her knees. Strong but slender arms were stretched out
over her head.
It was like she was just asking him to come over to her. That
sweet, succulent body of hers called to him and he didn’t want to ignore
the cry. Wiping his
loved them and was well-loved in return. Comparing this woman to the
professional one he knew from the Navy, the differences were astound-
ing. Here she was free, exuding life. He loved it. Or was it her that he
loved?
The music switched to something slower and Scott found him-
self looking directly at the woman he’d been observing all evening.
“Come on, dance with me?” her sultry voice asked as her hand reached
out to him.
Unable to resist her haunting eyes, Scott stood and walked with
her to where the others were dancing. Inhaling her gentle fragrance, he
fit her into his body as they barely moved on her lawn. Her head fell to
rest on his shoulder as slim arms slid, carefully to avoid the wound,
around to settle on his back, fingers splayed and gathering him in tight.
Harrier's Healer
45
“Thank you,” she whispered for his ears only. “Thank you for
dancing with me.”
C h a p t e r S e v e n
It was close to midnight when the party wound down. Jay and
his crew were the last to leave and as they went through the gate,
closing it behind them, Alexis surveyed her backyard beneath the
outdoor torches that still burned.
“Damn, I’m tired,” she moaned to the cool night air.
“That was one hell of a party.” Scott decided as he gathered
some discarded plates and threw them in the nearest garbage can.
“That little thing? Oh, this was not a big one, which is good. I’m
beat.” She sat down on the tabletop, hanging her legs over the edge to
dangle freely.
“You want to clean up in the morning, then?” he asked as he
dumped more things in the trash.
“No, I don’t want any animals to start sniffin’ around.” Her
head tipped backwards, exposing her elegant neck to his gaze.
She thought she heard him growl. “Well, then, don’t you think
you should help me instead of sitting there and tempting me?”
Oh, if only that were true, Commander Leighton, if only that were
true. “Right,” she complained and started cleaning once more.
Under the muted light of the tiki torches and lanterns her back-
yard began to take shape. The air was cool with the faint breeze that
blew. It also kept the bugs away. Alexis rolled up the last tablecloth and
all the discarded cutlery and dishware she’d found and put on the
disposable tablecloth. “There is a trashcan right behind you,” Scott said,
as he tied off the bag in the one he was dealing with.
Cramming the bundle of paper and plastic into the overflowing
bin, Alexis put the top on and retreated to her now-clean tabletop for a
seat. . Slow, sensual jazz played faintly in the yard, loud enough for her
Harrier's Healer
47
to hear but not loud enough for the neighbors to complain. From
beneath narrowed lids, she watched the muscular man on the other side
of her yard. Even injured he moved with a panther-like grace that took
her breath away.
Her mouth going dry, she lay back to focus on something that
didn’t have blue eyes, a heart-stopping smile, or a body that could give
her an orgasm just by looking at her: The stars in the black night sky.
This was something Alexis loved about being on the ocean, the clear,
unimpeded view of the stars. If she were to do things again and
couldn’t for some reason be a doctor, she would have chosen a career
dealing with astronomy—maybe being an astronaut. Lost in her
thoughts, she just lay there, not knowing how beautiful she appeared to
the man in the yard with her.
Snapping the lid on the last garbage bin, Scott looked up and
nearly dropped his jaw. Lying on her back on top of the table was the
object of his dreams. Alexis’s legs, bare from mid-thigh down, hung
over the edge at her knees. Strong but slender arms were stretched out
over her head.
It was like she was just asking him to come over to her. That
sweet, succulent body of hers called to him and he didn’t want to ignore
the cry. Wiping his
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