Page 26 of The Hunt
Entirely, completely, beautifully, wonderfully,all to herself.
And after a long soak in her bathtub, and slipping into super girly pink silk pajamas, she was ready to do absolutely nothing. The absolutelynothingpart of her day.
Until someone knocked on the door.
Genny answered it reluctantly, sure one of her doofus brothers was back and had their hands full or something. She’d deal with them, all right. And get rid of them.
Today washerday.
Instead, there was a gorgeous blue-eyed man, with auburn hair and shoulders that were too broad to be real staring back at her.
“Dr. Fields…is there something I can do for you now?”
“Good morning, you gorgeous, far too tempting creature.” Just like that… hot male hands were wrapped around her waist, and she found herself scooped right off her feet. Again.
He had to stop doing that.
Then hot male lips were pressing to her own.
His hands were tight on her, but she didn’t care. She could smell him all around her, hot, spicy male and outdoors. Somehow he was guiding her legs around his hips.
Genny was letting him. Why was she letting him again? And why did it feel like they were fused together, like she just sort of fit right there against the dratted man?
His hands slipped down, and cupped her bum through the thin pajama shorts she’d slipped on after her steaming hot bath.
Dr. Chad-wicked had really good hands. She’d heard that before, too. Several places, actually.
That thought, more than anything, had her pulling back. Well, as much as a woman could when her legs were barnacledaround a man’s waist. “What’s the matter? Date last night not go too well?”
“What date? The woman I want to spend eternity with had to work a late shift in the ED last night. I hung out…with her brothers, painting their sister-in-law’s new nurseries baby yellow and mint green.”
“Ronnie finally picked the colors?” She’d just ignore that bit about her being the woman he wanted. The man was such a charmer, after all. Practiced. The man had practically invented the game. Even though he said it—it didn’t mean he was sincere. She wouldn’t forget that.
“Yep. Finally. Although, that house of George’s already has a nursery, Genny. It has two. The room for this kid just wasn’t the way George’s queen wanted it for Baby Five. So she decided she needed two nurseries, all of a sudden. She can be a bit exacting in her exalted age.”
“She’s only thirty-two, you dork.” But he was right in that. Ronnie got a bit more lunatic with each pregnancy. George just gave her whatever she wanted, with that slightly idiotic besotted look on his face he’d always had whenever Ronnie was near that was both terrifying and totally adorable. He was thrilled with the surprise number five—he’d had a vasectomy after their fourth was a bit more difficult than the obstetricians had liked.
The vasectomy hadn’t taken.
Obviously.
The ribbing he’d gotten from their brothers for that… George wasveryproud of himself right now.
Ronnie had just said he was super-potent, and all Hiller brothers should definitely come with a warning label.
Genny was revising that to include Fields brothers, too. Chad’s brother Charlie had fathered twins at almost forty-nine—with a woman who had thought she couldn’t get pregnant.
Dangerous men in these parts. Dangerous, dangerous men.
It was probably something in the water.
“She’s gorgeous pregnant. I think that’s why they have so many kids,” Chad had to add.
He still had his hands on her rear end. Just holding her there. And…kneading.
He had to stop doing that. “You can put me down now. Take your wicked hands off my bum. And explain just why you came here to blitz attack me, Chad-wicked Leopold.”
Chad winced, like she knew he would. Neither one of them exactly liked their full names much. When she had kids, she was giving them nice, normal names. Like Haley, and Henry. Or Bob. Something plain. Classic. Ordinary.