It really wasn’t fair that she should be so beautiful. In a way, her dress was almost prim, with its high collar, but the way it opened in front to reveal a glimpse of the heavy Navajo necklace she wore underneath, and a fainter glimpse still of the shadow between her breasts, seemed far more enticing than something that showed a lot more flesh would be.
Somehow Lucas managed to keep himself from staring at her, at the all too solid reality of her just a few feet away at his dining room table, but it wasn’t easy. His mouth kept moving, uttering the sort of easy banter he could probably manage in his sleep if necessary, and all the while his brain kept thinking, I want you. I want you. I want you.
All right, it wasn’t just his brain thinking that.
He had to force himself not to dwell on
