One More Kiss (Forsaken Sons Book 1) by Elizabeth Lennox (summer beach reads .txt) 📗

Kinsley took the box from him.  “I’ll bring this up as well.  You probably need both hands to…” those blue eyes drifted down over the motorcycle.  Did her gaze linger on his thighs?  He suspected they had, but he wasn’t sure.  “To drive that thing back up to the building.”

Lincoln watched her move towards her car, appreciating the soft sway of her hips.  He suspected that she didn’t know she was doing it.  Normally, her back was so stiff and tight, but at the moment, she was soft and…sexy.  Alluring, he thought.  Kinsley really had no idea what a temptation she was.  Damn, that only made her appeal so much more intoxicating!

Chapter 4

Kinsley stood in front of the deli counter, debating with herself.  She should.  But really, she should just mind her own business.  No, that wasn’t the polite thing to do, she admonished herself.

“Ma’am?” the deli counter attendant prompted with a touch of impatience.

Ugh! “Yes, give me another sandwich, but with this one, add some banana peppers and jalapenos,” she told the attendant.

He grinned, and reached for the peppers.

“And would you double the meat?” she added.

“Sure thing, lady.” He proceeded to make the most enormous sandwich she’d ever seen.  Kinsley didn’t really understand why a sandwich with double the meat and adding peppers was such a thrill for the guy, but she smiled her thanks when he handed both sandwiches to her.  “Have a great day!”

Kinsley replied back, taking both of her sandwiches to the counter to pay for them.  She added in a banana and apple, foregoing the chips, but included two soft drinks.  The cashier started to bag up the lunches but the gesture snapped her out of her contemplation of her stupidity in buying her boss a sandwich.  “I have a bag,” she announced, pulling the re-useable, fabric bag out of her purse.

“Excellent!” The teenager replied with a smile.  “It’s people like you that are going to save the environment,” he added as he loaded up her fabric bag.

Kinsley agreed with him, but in her opinion, the fabric bags she’d sewn for herself and all her friends were just easier to carry, they held more, and they were prettier.  She’d made dozens of tote bags out of pretty flowered and striped fabric.  She loved her bags, and even more, she loved making them.  Which was why she’d made about forty of them last month before she realized how many she’d sewn and stopped, forcing herself to get back to crocheting.  Her month of sewing insanity was also why all of her friends now had pretty fabric bags.  Of course, Carl had refused to carry one of her fabric bags made with flowered fabric.  So, she’d sewn him several out of darker, un-patterned materials.

Driving back to the warehouse, she parked in her usual spot and frowned at the truck parked in the other space.  Lincoln owned a Ducati motorcycle, a sexy, powerful Mercedes, and a truck that was big enough to haul just about anything.  She had no idea what one actually hauled with trucks, other than a boat or trailer or…she peered into the bed of his truck.  Empty.  What in the world did he need with a truck this big?

None of her business, she thought as she walked towards the door.  She knew now to place her hand on the door, pause so that the palm-reader-lock could examine her fingerprints, then tug the door open.  She’d thought that there was no security in the warehouse originally because Lincoln never used a key to unlock the warehouse doors.  But now she knew better, and had been thrilled when her prints had been loaded into the system so that she could come and go easily.

“Lincoln?” she called, poking her head into his workroom.

He glanced up from one of the middle tables, his dark-rimmed glasses making him look even sexier than normal.  “What’s up?” he asked.

Kinsley lifted the bag.  “You haven’t eaten lunch over the past few days.  I got a sandwich for myself and,” she felt silly now, “well, I got one for you too.”

His eyes widened slightly and for a long moment, he didn’t move.  She actually thought that he might reject her offer, but then he straightened up and stood.  He looked a bit awkward for a moment, but then he nodded.  “That’s really…nice of you.”

Kinsley didn’t really understand his reaction, but for some reason, it made her heart ache just a little.  As he approached, Lincoln looked a bit like a little boy who had just been promised a Christmas present, but was afraid that it was going to be taken away at any moment.

“What kind of sandwich?” He asked, his hands hanging loosely by his sides.  He took his glasses off and tossed them onto one of his worktables, then stuffed his hands into his pockets. He looked confused.  Almost as if no one had ever bought him a sandwich before.

It was possible.  According to the news articles she read about him every night, the man was ridiculously wealthy, although no one would know it from the way he dressed or the way he decorated this space.  He wore various tee shirts that had definitely seen better days, well-worn jeans, and work boots.  And glasses.  That had been an unexpectedly sexy surprise the first time she’d seen him working on one of his projects.  Yeah, the glasses…they were hot.  Hot in a nerdy-sexy kind of way.

She lifted the fabric bag up slightly.  “Um…well, I didn’t know what you prefer.  I got a ham and cheese sandwich for myself, so that’s what I got for you as well.”  She bit her lip, not sure what else to say.  “With peppers.”

He looked at the bag and, thankfully, didn’t mention the pink and purple flowers all over the bag.  “I like peppers,” he