Page 27 of Stockman's Stormcloud

‘They suck.’

‘Are you still getting light-headed?’

He nodded.

‘How many seconds?’

‘I’m doing three by three now.’

‘That’s a huge improvement in one night.’ She smiled, hoping to show him the right type of encouragement. Not Bree’s brash kind of encouragement.

Dex shrugged it off, standing barefoot in a pair of denim jeans that were low on his hips. How easy would it be to pop open that button and let those jeans fall?

‘Do you want a drink or something, Sophie?’

The way he said her name made her internal heat climb higher. ‘Um, yes, please.’

Dex turned away. As he pulled down the tap on the large office-type water cooler the ink work on his back moved with his muscles, as if alive. ‘Bree filters it. Didn’t believe in it until I tasted it, but I think I’m hooked.’ He handed her a glass.

He should have just tossed the cold water in her face at the mere mention of that other woman’s name.

Sophie had no choice but to take the glass, because Dex wasn’t the type of man who’d do things for people, even something as simple as fetching her a glass of water. This was an honour.

Their fingers brushed, and the static electricity tingled all the way up her spine. She’d never been this aware of a male, especially a patient.

Gulping the water, she had to turn away from the demon of sexy sin. ‘Nice place.’

‘It’s Charlie’s.’

Yeah, she knew that already. ‘Where is your place?’

‘On the far side of the sheds. Bree’s painting it at the moment. Taking advantage of me while I’m down and can’t say no.’

Of course, Bree would. That’s why Bree and Dex wereCharlie’s guests, because Bree was doing up their love shack.

But weren’t homes meant to be where two people decided on the décor? Or maybe they were at odds with their personal tastes, considering the woman drove a yellow Kombi van while she could picture Dex driving some muscle car. ‘What do you drive?’

His brow crinkled as if in surprise.

It was pleasing to catch him off guard with her question. ‘I picture something with a loud engine.’

Dex leaned against the kitchen counter, all lean and muscular perfection. ‘It’s a V8 Holden ute.’

‘Black?’

‘Correct.’

‘So the yellow Kombi van wasn’t yours?’

‘That’s Bree’s. The mattress in the back is comfy.’

Why did he tell her that for!

She emptied her glass and put it on the counter a little too hard. ‘I need to listen to your breathing.’ She rummaged through her bag for the stethoscope.

‘Sure, where do you want me?’

Naked and on the couch.‘Um, standing will be fine. I’ll do it from the back.’

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