Cathie Linz - The Marine And Me

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How on earth had an intrepid U.S. Marine just gotten maneuvered into dating the librarian next door? Mark it down to a sense of duty but for Steve Kozlowski, meeting Chloe Johnson was like walking over a land mine.For beneath her frumpy exterior was a spirited, sexy woman who could definitely use a lot more excitement in her life. And this die-hard bachelor was just the man to provide it. At least he was until he discovered how much fun he was having with sweet, kissable Chloe. Had Steve's time-honored strategy for sidestepping a more lasting engagement just backfired?

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Thinking about wild naturally led her thoughts to Steve and her reaction to his simplest touch last night. Racing hearts were not in her plans. She’d taken a chance with Brad and look how that had ended up. Not good.

No, it didn’t pay to depend on others for your happiness. A house was a much more reliable thing.

Her thoughts returned to her bungalow. The living room and dining room were completed but now she had to focus on the kitchen. She’d downloaded information from the Internet about proper restoration, replacing fixtures that didn’t match the period or design of the house was a no-no. Someone at work had told her that one of the home-improvement stores had a big sale coming up, so Chloe was eager to check the sale flyers in her Saturday newspaper.

Chloe was thinking about kitchen faucets when she opened her front door to grab her newspaper, as she did every Saturday morning. In some places the newspaper was dropped at the sidewalk near the street, but here it was still delivered to the front porch.

Since she was only wearing her Chicago Bears nightshirt, she let the door provide cover for her while she leaned down to reach…nothing.

She reached farther…and touched warm flesh.

“Ahhh!” Startled, Chloe fell backward, ending up in a heap on her foyer floor.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve inquired from above her.

She frantically tugged on the hem of her nightshirt, trying to cover what she could. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing down there?”

“Looking for dust bunnies,” she retorted tartly before scrambling to her feet.

“Dust bunnies, huh?” He grinned at her. “Find any?”

She reached behind her for the afghan Wanda had crocheted for her last Christmas, yanking it from the reading chair and wrapping it around herself. “I did not invite you in,” she pointed out.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I was until you grabbed my hand on the front porch.”

Steve shrugged, drawing her attention to the broad shoulders beneath his dark pullover. “I thought you were reaching for me.”

“I was reaching for my newspaper. I didn’t know you were out there. What were you doing out there?”

“Like I said, I came to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“About this disguise of yours.”

She blinked at him and lifted her chin before tugging the afghan a little tighter around her shoulders, like Queen Victoria gathering her royal robes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you do. I want to know why you were dressed the way you were last night.”

“And what way might that be?”

“You know very well what way. Like a frumpy librarian.”

“Isn’t that what you were expecting?”

Steve hadn’t expected her to turn the tables on him and put him on the spot. “It doesn’t matter what I was expecting.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re the one who was being deceitful.”

“In what way?”

“By making me think you were…”

“Yes,” she prompted him. “Go on.”

He sensed dangerous foot-in-mouth quicksand ahead. “That you were something you’re not.”

“I can assure you, I am a librarian. You saw me at work last night.”

“I also saw you raiding your fridge at midnight. And I’m seeing you right now.”

“So?”

“So you don’t look the same way you did when you came knocking on my grandmother’s door last night. And I want to know why. Why the deception?”

“It wasn’t a deception. I was merely wearing my costume for the library program last night. The whodunit mystery program, remember? You were there.”

“Yes, I was there.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that I don’t like being made a fool of.” His voice reflected his irritation.

“If you feel that you acted foolishly, then you accomplished that all by yourself. You didn’t need any help from me.”

“What were you hoping to accomplish by dressing that way?”

“Why do you care?”

“Chalk it up to my natural curiosity. You’re obviously an attractive woman. I can’t help wondering why you tried to disguise that fact last night.”

He thought she was attractive? Her ego soared before she shot it down with the reminder that this was a man accustomed to saying whatever a woman wanted to hear. She was smart enough not to fall for that. Right? She was also smart enough to get more clothes on ASAP. It was difficult to maintain one’s dignity wrapped in an afghan. “I am not having this conversation half-dressed.”

“You look fine to me.”

She glared at him. “And you’re the type of man to judge a woman by her appearance as to whether or not she’s worthy of your attention, aren’t you?”

“Am I?”

“You proved it by the way you reacted when I walked into Wanda’s kitchen yesterday evening. You dismissed me.”

“I had no idea they taught you to read minds in library school.”

“It was obvious.” She lifted her hand to her glasses, adjusting the frames before fixing him with a direct stare that dared him to fib.

“Okay, I admit I may not have been thrilled to see you,” Steve admitted, “but it had nothing to do with you or how you looked.”

“Right,” Chloe scoffed.

“Look, I was just feeling a little…aggravated with my matchmaking grandmother for her heavy-handed attempts to hook me up with the girl next door.”

“So you would have reacted the same way had a gorgeous lingerie model walked into your grandmother’s kitchen?”

She had him there. And she knew it. He hated when that happened.

That didn’t stop him from trying to defend himself. “I recognize your attack for what it is, an attempt to deflect attention from your own behavior.”

“I behaved perfectly fine.”

“By dressing up like a frumpy librarian?”

“I told you, I was wearing a costume—”

“You certainly were. And not just for that mystery thing last night. You didn’t want me to know how good-looking you really are. Why?”

Instead of answering his question, she said, “I need more coffee. And I need to get dressed. Coffee first.” She turned and headed for the kitchen.

“No need to do that on my account.” If he were a better man, Steve would have told her that the afghan still left a tantalizing display of her bare thighs for his appreciation. Instead he noted the way she managed to walk all uptight and offended and still be sexy.

She removed an extra mug from the cabinet and reluctantly nudged it across the counter toward him. “I suppose you could drink a cup while I get dressed. Or you could go home….”

“No chance of that.”

Chloe took her coffee mug filled with coffee into her bedroom with her, no easy feat given the fact that she was still holding the afghan around her body. Fifteen minutes later, the caffeine was finally hitting her system, giving her the energy to face the sexy but exasperating Marine in her kitchen.

She was dressed in a pair of tailored khakis and a white shirt, but she didn’t like the way she looked in the mirror above her cherry dresser. So she changed and put on a T-shirt. A plain navy one. She’d quickly run a brush through her shoulder-length hair and decided not to take the time to do more with it. Who knew what Steve might be up to in her kitchen?

He was up to the sports section of her newspaper, calmly sitting at her kitchen table, looking as comfortable as if he’d been there every morning for the past year.

He glanced up and then gave her a slow smile. “So you’re a Bears fan, huh?”

It took her a moment to realize that he was referring to the nightshirt she’d worn when he’d first arrived. That’s because she was thrown by his smile and the effect it had on her. His smile was entirely too disarming. Wicked and tantalizing at the same time. Very much like the man himself, she suspected.

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