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Waiting on Forever, an all-new standalone romance full of steam and angst in The Walker Brothers Series from New York Times bestselling author Claudia Connor is available now!
Together, Dallas and Maggie might
have a shot at happily ever after. But only if they can let go of the past and
hold on to each other when it matters most.
She heard the rustling of an animal scurrying away
then the sound of leaves crunching and twigs breaking behind her and to her
left. She swung around, gun raised.
“Jesus!”
“Nope, just me.”
Dallas stood just a few yards away, stock still, chest
bare, in a dark shade of boxer briefs and his hands up in surrender.
“That’s a good way to get shot.” She lowered the
weapon. “Sorry.”
He took a step forward toward the faint light she
stood in. “I thought you were getting shot. What the hell are you doing?”
“Scaring away whatever was snooping around the chicken
coop. Raccoon maybe, or a fox.”
“I guess you know how to use that?”
“I do.” Her lips twitched. “I have a permit and
everything, officer.” She lifted the butt a few inches off the ground.
Still looking distressed, he rubbed the heel of his
hand up his forehead and into his hair.
“I’m sorry if I scared you. And woke you up.”
Obviously, because again, he was standing there in his boxers and…yeah. Just
boxers.
“You didn’t wake me. I was outside. With my popcorn.”
“Do you always come outside in your underwear to eat
popcorn?”
“I burned it.”
“Ahh.” She grimaced. “That’s a bad smell. Guess you
weren’t kidding when you said you couldn’t cook.”
“Mmm. Is this a usual thing?” he asked with a nod to
the gun, closing the distance between them even more. “Scaring away predators?”
“Oh. Every now and then. I lost one last year.” She
kept talking, kept looking at the man. Her gaze skimmed over a muscled chest,
sculpted arms, over a tattoo on his upper right bicep that she couldn’t make
out.
“Holly’s not much of a guard dog,” she went on. “But
her hearing’s still good, so when her ears perk up I know something’s amiss.
Were you coming to save me?”
“I didn’t know what I was coming to do, but I heard
gunshots and—”
“And you came bounding over. I hope you didn’t
um…scratch anything.”
Dallas glanced down, winced, then looked back up.
“Nah. I’m good.”
Uh, huh. Well. She forced her attention up to his face
and not on the dark boxers that hugged his thighs…annnnd… she was staring. How
could she not?
But when her eyes finally met his she saw he was
staring too. And it dawned on her that she was also barefooted and in her
underwear. She tugged the tank top she slept in, stretching it until it covered
the juncture between her thighs.
“Well, I…uh…”
A cool breeze rippled over her and she shivered. Or
maybe that was the man now just a couple of feet away giving her chills. What
had she been about to say?
And when had he gotten so close? Or had she? Just an
arm’s length apart now and she found herself imagining all kinds of things.
Like what would she do if he moved closer? If he touched her?
The feeling changed like a coin flipping from heads to
tails and even with the cool wind she felt hot. It was uncomfortable and also
layered with a ripple of nervous excitement. Standing in her backyard at night
with a man—this man. And both of them barely dressed.
When Holly barked from inside the back door, she
glanced toward the house. When she looked back, the moment was gone. “Guess I
should go back in. Holly’s probably worried.”
She shifted the gun hanging at her side.
“Probably so,” he said. “I’ll get myself back. Finish
airing out the house.”
“Yeah. Maybe try another bag. Listen for the popping.
More than a second between pops and it’s done.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
He still wasn’t moving and she swallowed hard. Had a
ludicrous thought of asking him in. To make popcorn. To watch Downton Abbey?
He nodded toward her house. “I’ll wait until you’re
inside.”
“Oh. Right. Thank you.” She turned, went inside, locking the door behind her. It’d been a long time since she’d been in the position for someone to care about her getting safely inside. She had to admit it didn’t totally suck.
About Claudia
Claudia Connor is an award winning New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary Romance, including the beloved McKinney Brothers series. Claudia writes, warm, heartfelt romances with a bit of steam, a lot of family and always a happily ever after.
Claudia attended Auburn University, where she received her undergraduate and masters degrees in early childhood education, and completed her studies in Sawbridgeworth, England. When she's not writing, she enjoys movies, reading, and travel, with a heavy dose of daydreaming during all three. Claudia lives near Memphis, Tennessee, with her husband and three daughters.Connect with Claudia
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