Page 3 of Other Side Of Never
Caught Me
Thekitchendoorswungclosed behind me as Anita twisted around to wag her eyebrows at me in the universal signal all females understood as the hot man alert.
My gaze moved past her and stopped dead.
He stood, tall and well-built, his chocolate-brown hair tousled like some lucky woman had just recently allowed him out of bed.
It was an excellent look on him.
My eyes dropped, instinctively taking a longer, more leisurely look.
Long legs encased in faded jeans ended in a pair of work boots that had seen better days.A loose-fitting, nondescript white t-shirt covered his wide chest, barely hinting at the thick muscles underneath.
Sliding down his sharply defined arms, my perusal came to a screeching halt as my imagination shifted into overdrive.
Because he had the kind of hands that looked capable of building things.
Like orgasms.
I tilted my head to the side as my eyes skipped along on their happy journey up the veins in his forearms, over the swell of his biceps, and along the line of his shoulder to his throat.What was it about a strong throat that so did it for me?I mean, it’s just an Adam’s apple.
Oh, but the cords on the sides.
Those I could just lick.
I sighed happily, my eyes tracing a sharp jaw stubbled with shadow, the prettiest lips I’d ever seen on a man, and smiling hazel eyes.
Hazel eyes that smiled directly into mine.
I blinked in surprise then barked out a laugh.“Caught me.”
He grinned, his eyes full of mischief.It was contagious, and I could not help but twinkle back at him.
I came out from behind the counter and stuck out my hand.“I’m Bridget.If we’re going to be friends, you can call me Bridge.”
The windows of his eyes slammed shut.Reaching out, he wrapped his large hand around mine all too briefly.Ducking his head, he gave a short nod.“Kian Matthews.”
Realization broke over me like a cracked egg.“Ohh,” I breathed.
So, this was Aaron’s long-lost father.
Aaron, my friend Wren’s son, had just recently met Kian himself.
Now that I knew who he was, I could see the resemblance, and noted the delicious thickness Aaron would acquire as he matured.
Kian shifted from one foot to the other as I took him in.
Whether she had tried to or not, Wren had chosen well.
I flashed back to meeting Wren for the first time in this very same place and how I’d felt compelled to reach out to her.Life had done its level best to take her down, but she’d held her ground.
I tipped my chin up a fraction.Just as I would hold mine.
Looking at Kian, a similar yearning gripped me.
There was a fragility about him that awakened the dragon in me.I’d barely laid eyes on the man, yet I wanted to gather up everything there was to know about him and hoard it away.
I smiled at him.
