Read Online No Foolin' (Willowdale Romance Novel) by Lisa Scott - Free Book Online
Authors: Lisa Scott
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Teague frowned. “I gave my chef the week off since I wasn’t going to be around. I could scrounge around in the cupboards, or we could order out.”
She perked up. “I’d love to see some of L.A. Do you think we could dodge the cameras and sneak out, Eugene? You seem to be pretty clever.”
He pulled her up by the hand. “I just might be able to arrange that.”
Teague slipped out his back door, still holding her hand. They dashed across the lush lawn, past the pool and the pool house, leaped over a low row of boxwoods, and squeezed through a hedge to the neighbor’s gate. Teague unlocked it, and pulled her over to a huge building, which turned out to be the garage.
Breathless and still holding her hand, he smiled at her. “Ready for some fun?”
She stood facing him, just like she had in front of the plane. It was too easy to imagine another kiss, so she tried to imagine a big wart on the end of his nose. Didn’t help. “I’m ready.”
She thought Teague might move in for another kiss, and she was trying to round up her defenses, when he stepped back and said, “Come on. You’re gonna love this.” He unlocked the door and flicked on a light. The place looked like a car showroom. He weaved through the dozen or so shiny sports cars, dropped her hand, and hopped on a Harley.
“You’re stealing your neighbor’s bike?” Kate asked. “Wow. You are a bad boy.”
He laughed in that way that made the pit of her stomach hum, and patted the side of the big black machine. “No, it’s my bike. My neighbor’s an architect, works all around the world. He’s never home. Said I could store my bike here for just such an occasion.” He swung his leg over the bike and sat down. “This is the first time I’ve ever taken him up on the deal. Usually I come through the front door like a normal person.”
She froze, staring at his legs wrapped around the machine.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” He crossed his bulging arms.
Oh, there were so many things she hadn’t done. She shook her head and found her voice. “I’m a motorcycle virgin.”
He laughed and handed her a helmet before patting the seat behind him. “I promise, it won’t hurt a bit. Climb on.”
She stopped breathing for a moment.
“Straddle me,” he said.
She stared at him. The bike, Kate, the bike. Right. Nothing wrong with an innocent bike ride. She swung her leg over the bike and set her arms on his shoulders. She could feel the muscles through his t-shirt and knew her knees would buckle if she hadn’t already been sitting down.
“Hold on tighter or you’ll fall off. Wrap your arms around me.”
She gulped. “You’re the boss.” Sliding her hands across his abdomen, she wondered if the moan in her head had slipped through her lips. Luckily, Teague started the engine, the roar deafening her thoughts and any unintended gasps.
They zoomed down the driveway, and she glanced back at the photographers still bunched up in front of his house. They didn’t even turn to look.
Darting through the streets with a speed that sucked her breath away, Kate clung to him as they flew along the road. Her body moved with his—a whole lot closer than felt right—until they finally stopped in front of a small outdoor café. It was mid-afternoon and a waiter swept up around the empty tables. A woman in spiky gold heels walked past with three giant dogs on leashes, palm trees rustled overhead, and the sun hung in the sky like a juicy orange waiting to be picked.
I’m really in L.A., thought Kate.
She hopped off the bike, almost embarrassed to look at Teague after their intimate ride. Kind of felt like the morning after—without the fun.
He slid on a pair of sunglasses and traded his helmet for a ball cap. “Just call me Eugene.”
“You know I will.”
They settled at a table outside and Kate relaxed a bit. Until she remembered their trip lined up for the next day. “Do you have a movie in
Teague frowned. “I gave my chef the week off since I wasn’t going to be around. I could scrounge around in the cupboards, or we could order out.”
She perked up. “I’d love to see some of L.A. Do you think we could dodge the cameras and sneak out, Eugene? You seem to be pretty clever.”
He pulled her up by the hand. “I just might be able to arrange that.”
Teague slipped out his back door, still holding her hand. They dashed across the lush lawn, past the pool and the pool house, leaped over a low row of boxwoods, and squeezed through a hedge to the neighbor’s gate. Teague unlocked it, and pulled her over to a huge building, which turned out to be the garage.
Breathless and still holding her hand, he smiled at her. “Ready for some fun?”
She stood facing him, just like she had in front of the plane. It was too easy to imagine another kiss, so she tried to imagine a big wart on the end of his nose. Didn’t help. “I’m ready.”
She thought Teague might move in for another kiss, and she was trying to round up her defenses, when he stepped back and said, “Come on. You’re gonna love this.” He unlocked the door and flicked on a light. The place looked like a car showroom. He weaved through the dozen or so shiny sports cars, dropped her hand, and hopped on a Harley.
“You’re stealing your neighbor’s bike?” Kate asked. “Wow. You are a bad boy.”
He laughed in that way that made the pit of her stomach hum, and patted the side of the big black machine. “No, it’s my bike. My neighbor’s an architect, works all around the world. He’s never home. Said I could store my bike here for just such an occasion.” He swung his leg over the bike and sat down. “This is the first time I’ve ever taken him up on the deal. Usually I come through the front door like a normal person.”
She froze, staring at his legs wrapped around the machine.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” He crossed his bulging arms.
Oh, there were so many things she hadn’t done. She shook her head and found her voice. “I’m a motorcycle virgin.”
He laughed and handed her a helmet before patting the seat behind him. “I promise, it won’t hurt a bit. Climb on.”
She stopped breathing for a moment.
“Straddle me,” he said.
She stared at him. The bike, Kate, the bike. Right. Nothing wrong with an innocent bike ride. She swung her leg over the bike and set her arms on his shoulders. She could feel the muscles through his t-shirt and knew her knees would buckle if she hadn’t already been sitting down.
“Hold on tighter or you’ll fall off. Wrap your arms around me.”
She gulped. “You’re the boss.” Sliding her hands across his abdomen, she wondered if the moan in her head had slipped through her lips. Luckily, Teague started the engine, the roar deafening her thoughts and any unintended gasps.
They zoomed down the driveway, and she glanced back at the photographers still bunched up in front of his house. They didn’t even turn to look.
Darting through the streets with a speed that sucked her breath away, Kate clung to him as they flew along the road. Her body moved with his—a whole lot closer than felt right—until they finally stopped in front of a small outdoor café. It was mid-afternoon and a waiter swept up around the empty tables. A woman in spiky gold heels walked past with three giant dogs on leashes, palm trees rustled overhead, and the sun hung in the sky like a juicy orange waiting to be picked.
I’m really in L.A., thought Kate.
She hopped off the bike, almost embarrassed to look at Teague after their intimate ride. Kind of felt like the morning after—without the fun.
He slid on a pair of sunglasses and traded his helmet for a ball cap. “Just call me Eugene.”
“You know I will.”
They settled at a table outside and Kate relaxed a bit. Until she remembered their trip lined up for the next day. “Do you have a movie in
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