Here's a little teaser!
She realized she was staring at him. God, I hope I’m not drooling! He looked simply delicious, and a heat began spreading over Sammy at this awareness. What was he thinking? He had yet to take his brown eyes off her.
He finally acknowledged her with a slight nod of his head, and Sammy was undecided on whether to ignore him or approach him. After all, he was family. But, in spite of the changes in his appearance over the years, he still reeked of a dangerous attraction that spelled trouble. On the other hand, they were adults now and she was suddenly curious beyond belief to know what he had been up to since the last time they saw one another. Had he remarried? Did he have children? What did he do for a living? Before she knew what she was going to say, she found herself walking in his direction.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t good-little-girl Samantha O’Malley.”
John called her Samantha because he knew she didn’t like her name.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t bad-boy Johnny O’Malley. And you know I don’t like Samantha.”
“Sam.” He took another sip of his beer.
He knew she didn’t like that any better, but she decided to ignore it.
He shrugged. “Figured it was time.”
His gaze slid over Sammy like warm chocolate, making her squirm inside.