A down-on-her-romantic-luck kindergarten teacher plans to drown her New Year’s Eve sorrows in a gallon of spiked eggnog, but the arrival of her best friend’s sexy brother threatens to melt the snow piling up outside the tiny Vermont cabin.
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“I’d offer to hold your hair back for you but…”
“Go away,” she said grouchily to the voice coming from somewhere behind her.
As if it wasn’t bad enough having a hot man oozing testosterone all over the small cabin when she was at the mercy of her sex-starved hormones, now he was watching her throw up as well. Even with her eyes shut she could see him lounging against the doorframe in his snug jeans and white tee.
She could also see herself peeling them off with her teeth.
Spent, she flushed the toilet, dropped the lid back into place, and sat down heavily, keeping her eyes shut as everything spun. The bathroom was chilly and it felt heavenly against her flushed cheeks.
“Better?” he asked.
She shook her head, but stopped immediately when her stomach protested. “Nope.”
She heard him laugh and cracked open an eyelid as he approached. “Come on,” he said. “Brush your teeth, then go to bed. You’ll feel better.”
His hand was at her elbow helping her upright. “I doubt it,” she said as she meekly allowed him to guide her to the vanity.
“Trust me, I know a thing or two about overindulging.”
Tamara snorted at his reflection as she squeezed a huge dollop of toothpaste onto her brush. She just bet he did. The man had a body that was built for overindulgence. She dropped her gaze as the temptation to let it roam all over him took hold. He was broad and tanned, and vitality oozed from every muscle. She had a foaming mouth and really bad hat hair, and was weary to her bones.
Ducking her head, she brushed, spat, and rinsed, then gargled with the mouthwash she’d brought for extra insurance. When she raised her head she realized he’d been watching her every move. Sexy. Real sexy. She looked at them side-by-side in the mirror. Why was it that he looked like the responsible grown-up, his arms crossed against his chest, a slightly amused smile playing on his very kissable mouth, and she looked like the trashed teenager?
Her vision blurred for a moment and she blinked a couple of times to clear it only to be confronted by a hint of color just visible through her top. She blinked again, peering hard to ascertain the origin through fuzzy vision and jumbled gray matter. It took a couple of seconds for her to realize it was the merest hint of nipple.
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