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Victoria pushed the screen door open with her hip, then arched against the doorjamb to offer him a clear view of the outline of her breasts. She’d read enough of her stepmother’s copies of Cosmopolitan to know he was supposed to be ogling her just then. But he wasn’t.
Instead, he was staring at the freshly whitewashed porch railing. Apparently he didn’t read Cosmo. Clearing her throat to get his attention didn’t seem very alluring.
Obviously, he wasn’t going to cooperate easily. She let the door slam behind her as she stepped over to the table and set the glasses down. She filled them, then dropped into the chair across from him.
Promise chose that moment to reappear. The dog climbed up the steps, padded across the porch and settled by the cowboy. Eyeing the dog, the man muttered thanks as he picked up one of the glasses and then took a long drink. Victoria watched the greedy way he swallowed, wondering vaguely why she couldn’t take her eyes off him. The muscular arch of his throat, his suntanned fingers curved so strongly around the delicate glass.
Her gaze fell to the collar of his shirt, then lower to the tiny buttons holding it closed. She could pop those open easily enough and run her fingers across the hard planes of his chest and circle around to his back.
Hold on, girl.
She pulled her thoughts together and back to the problem at hand. Convincing him to stick around and work. She’d better act fast. He didn’t look like the kind of man who waited long for anything.
Hoping to snag his attention, she shoved her shoulders back and ran her tongue across her lips. But now he was staring at the glass.
“About the barn…” He rambled on about the brakes in his truck and how he hadn’t been getting much sleep lately.
Victoria tried to listen but she had a hard time understanding his explanation about fluid and lines while her own problem pressed in. Valuable time was slipping away. If only he’d stop going on about his stupid truck and look at her.
Catch his eye!
Shoving her ribcage forward, she crossed her legs in a slow, seductive way but nearly lost her balance in the process. Instead of being properly—silently—embarrassed, a nervous chuckle slipped out.
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