Tempted by Trouble Read Free

and on one of those broad shoulders. ‘Shall we say she’s an old ice cream van with bags of character?’
    â€˜Let’s not,’ she replied, doing her best to get a grip of her tongue, her hormones, her senses, all of which were urging her to forget her problems, throw caution to the wind and, for once in her life, say yes instead of no. ‘I’m sorry, Mr McElroy—’
    â€˜Sean—’
    â€˜I’m sorry, Mr McElroy ,’ she reiterated, refusing to be sidetracked, ‘but my mother told me never to take a ride with a stranger.’
    A classic case of do as I say rather than do as I do, obviously. In similar circumstances, her mother wouldn’t have hesitated.She’d have grabbed the adventure and, jingle blaring, driven around the village scandalising the neighbours.
    But, gorgeous though Sean McElroy undoubtedly was, she wasn’t about to make the same mistakes as her mother. And while he was still trying to get his head around the fact that she’d turned him down flat, she took a full step back and shut the door. Then she slipped the security chain into place, although whether it was to keep him out or herself in she couldn’t have said.
    He didn’t move. His shadow was still clearly visible behind one of the stained glass panels that flanked the door and, realising that he might be able to see her pinned to the spot, her heart racing, she grabbed the rubber gloves and beat a hasty retreat to the safety of the kitchen.
    Today was rapidly turning into a double scrub day and, back on her knees, she went at it with even more vigour, her pulse pounding in her ears as she waited for the bell to ring again. It didn’t.
    Regret warred with relief. It was a gorgeous May day and the thought of a spin in an ice cream van with a good-looking man called to everything young and frivolous locked up inside her. Everything she had never been. Even the scent of the lilac, wafting in through the kitchen door, seemed hell-bent on enticing her to abandon her responsibilities for an hour and have some fun.
    She shook her head. Dangerous stuff, fun, and she attacked the floor with the brush, scrubbing at the already spotless quarry tiles, taking her frustration out on something inanimate while she tried to forget Sean McElroy’s blue eyes and concentrate on today’s problem. How to conjure two hundred and fifty pounds out of thin air to pay for Geli’s school trip to France.
    There was nothing for it. She was going to have to bite the bullet and ask her boss for an extra shift.
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    Sean caught his breath.
    He’d been having trouble with it ever since the door of GableEnd had been thrown open to reveal Lovage Amery, cheeks flushed, dark hair escaping the elastic band struggling—and failing—to hold it out of a pair of huge hazel eyes.
    Being a step up, she’d been on a level with him, which meant that her full, soft lips, a luscious figure oozing sex appeal, had been right in his face.
    That she was totally oblivious of the effect created by all that unrestrained womanhood made it all the more enticing. All the more dangerous.
    Furious as he was with Basil, he’d enjoyed the unexpected encounter and, while he was not fool enough to imagine he was irresistible, he thought that she’d been enjoying it, too. She’d certainly been giving as good as she got.
    It was a long time since a woman had hit all the right buttons with quite that force and she hadn’t even been trying.
    Maybe that was part of the attraction.
    He’d caught her unawares and, unlike most women of his acquaintance, she hadn’t been wearing a mask, showing him what she thought he’d want to see.
    Part of the attraction, all of the danger.
    He’d as good as forgotten why he was there and the suddenness of her move had taken him by surprise. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been despatched quite so summarily by a woman but the rattle