Secrets from Her Past: Scandalous, Book 2 Read Free Page A

her hips, pulling the V of the robe even wider. God. Couldn’t she find a damn turtleneck to cover those tits up with?
    “You kissed me,” she reminded him. “I didn’t ask you to and I didn’t hint for it either. I was on my way to bed, where I sleep in the nude for your information, and when I saw the bat, I grabbed the robe from the bathroom and went into the living room, and that’s when I saw your lights pulling into your driveway.”
    He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. “I didn’t come here for this, Cori, and I don’t like whatever game you think you’re playing.”
    Her eyes turned to slits. “I’m not playing a game. Just because you got blown off by some date tonight and you’re coming home to bed alone, don’t get all pissy with me.”
    Dylan closed the gap between them, arms at his sides because he wasn’t going to be stupid enough to touch her again. Her eyes widened, lips parted. Yeah, she wanted him to kiss her again. Like hell. They’d both end up setting each other on fire in that bed that was so close and most definitely mocking them.
    “Next time you need a job done, call another neighbor and put some damn clothes on.”
    He marched from the room sporting one hell of an erection and more irritated than he’d been earlier. She didn’t have anything else to throw on before coming to get him? Yeah, like he believed that.
    Just because her body had gotten her all she’d ever wanted the past few years didn’t mean it would get him to crawl to her on hands and knees. He’d had that body before anybody else in the world laid eyes on it. Before any adolescent fantasized about her. Cori had been his.
    And tonight she could’ve been his again, but common sense had kicked in at the last minute and he was damn glad he’d put the brakes on.
    As he slammed the door to his house and flicked the lock, he rubbed his lips. Now if he could get his body to stop humming and settle down, he’d be more convinced he’d made the right decision.

Chapter Two
    Dylan was more than happy that after five—yes, five—times at measuring for the cabinet, the damn thing finally went in the way it should. He was a professional, this is what he did, what he knew. So why the hell was he botching things this morning?
    Oh yeah. The temptress from his past had him tied in knots. The woman hadn’t even been back in town for a full twenty-four hours and so far she’d pissed him off, had him in her bedroom, and had his hands and mouth on her.
    Great track record, Dylan. Well done. Way to man up on the willpower.
    On a groan he went to another large box and ripped it open to reveal the smaller base cabinet that would go next to the fridge. As he was tearing the cardboard away, his front door opened and closed.
    “Dylan?”
    Thank God it was his sister. He didn’t think Cori would just walk right in, but, hell, he didn’t know what to think anymore.
    “Kitchen,” he yelled back.
    Evie stepped through the doorway and leaned against the frame. “Wow, you’ve really made some progress since I was here last.”
    Resting his hand on the top edge of the cabinet, he nodded. “I’ve been trying to work double time in here to get it done. Not that I mind eating out for nearly every meal, but it’s getting old and expensive.”
    Evie stared at him for a second and he knew what she was going to say. He knew it before she opened her mouth.
    “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, just as her lips parted. “So don’t bring it up.”
    Crossing her arms, she smiled. “You don’t want to discuss what? The renovations? My new haircut? Or do you not want to discuss the woman who just moved back in next door?”
    Dylan groaned, raking a hand through his bedhead. Well, it would be bedhead if he’d gone to sleep last night.
    “The renovations are fine to discuss, I didn’t notice your new cut and that final question doesn’t even warrant a response.”
    Evie sighed and moved into the room. “Dylan, you