Page 15 of Hard to Hold
The relief that hit me was nearly enough to take me out at the knees.
Fortunately, I managed to keep the starch in my legs as I marched right for the door.
And out into the blistering Texas sunshine.
Wolfe
I watched as Amy slipped past Rhys. Her back ramrod straight, shoulders tensed, chin tilted in a slightly defiant manner. She seemed to keep as much space between her and the sheriff as the doorway would allow. All the while, Rhys kept his eyes on her. I saw the man’s interest, knew what he was thinking.
It should’ve bothered me, but it didn’t. I wasn’t quite sure why that was, because my own interest in Amy had come to a head when I'd been sitting just a few feet away from her in my office. The dress she wore was sexier than should’ve been allowed. Cream-colored lace over a cream-colored fabric that hung a little loose on her thin body. It showed off her tanned legs and arms and had me wondering whether or not she had any tan lines. That, combined with a pair of boots, had damn near made my mouth water when I'd watched her pacing the parking lot earlier.
When she’d finally appeared inside the warehouse, I had seen the hesitation in her dark espresso eyes. The woman seemed to always be taking in her surroundings, scanning every corner of the room more than once. Even when we’d been in my office, her gaze never stayed put, straying to the door at least a dozen times.
And holy shit, had she smelled good. Something sweet had wafted by me when she stepped into the small office, and I had inhaled deeply—twice—trying to make out what it was. Honeysuckle had been my best guess, but what did I know?
Although mixing business with pleasure was never a good idea, I couldn’t deny the way my body reacted to her. Hell, more than once while we’d been in that small office, I'd thought about sitting her atop my desk and sliding my hand beneath that short dress while my mouth followed close behind.
I was a dog, no doubt about it.
Not that I'd let her know that. I figured sharing with her all the dirty things I wanted to do to her was a surefire way to have her running for the hills. I'd deal with that when the time came. If. I meant if, not when. Damn.
But right now I had a different issue to deal with.
“Twice in one day,” I grumbled. “Either you’ve developed a crush on me or whatever’s on your mind must really be important.”
I preferred the former.
Admittedly, I'd had a few fantasies that included the sexy sheriff and the sweet girl who’d just slipped out the door. They usually involved the three of us naked and my hands roaming all over both of them.
Rhys moved into the warehouse, his attention drifting out the door momentarily before he turned toward me. I raised my dark eyebrows in question and I knew what he was wondering. However, I'd never been the kind to give up information without a little interrogation.
So I waited.
And waited.
After several painfully tense seconds, I finally sighed and relented. “She’s gonna work for us.”
“Really?”
I nodded but didn’t elaborate.
“New office manager?”
“Yep.”
“She have experience with that?”
“Nope.” I frowned. “You the office police now? What’s with the twenty questions, Sheriff?”
Rhys moved closer, placing his hat back on his head, the move catching my attention. I let my gaze stray over the man’s lean form. Dark blue Wranglers encased his muscular thighs and a bright white button-down covered his well-built chest. The sleeves were rolled up to show off his tanned forearms.
I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt for the man. He was solidly built and carried himself with an air of authority that should’ve irked the shit out of me, but it didn’t. There was something about Rhys Trevino that made me want to strip him slowly and see how quickly I could get the man to unravel.
I got the feeling it wouldn’t be all that easy.
Good thing I was up for a challenge.
“You get any information on her?” Rhys questioned.
