She stood up. Clearing the garden had been harder work than she had anticipated, yet she did it with a smile on her face, lest the smell of vomit waft at her as she read from her k****e on the back porch. Thomas had stopped short of the CD player and raised an eyebrow at her as she shed her sweater. This was a purposeful move, to see what effect, if any, she had on him. Wearing her red handkerchief bikini top underneath, she looked as w*********h as they came, coupled with the denim shorts she knew she looked ridiculous. She felt ridiculous. If not for her manual labour it would have been far too cool today to wear such an outfit.
But it was worth it.
His eyes danced over her curves, the irrepressible sign of desire in his eyes, the way his teeth gripped his lower lip. Suddenly she reali
