Time For Pleasure (8 page)

“
I
don
’t know.
If our documentation is correct
,
then the only defense we have is the car was
tampered with before we purchased it.
”

Glen
scratched his head.
“
You want me to check and see if there
has
been any other suspicious tampering at the auction?
”

Ashton
shifted on
his
chair and nodded.
“
I’m going to print a
Car
F
ax
report and track down the previous owner. Hopefully
,
they will remember how many miles were on the car when he or she sold it.
”
Glen looked like he had a suggestion
,
but
Ashton
interrupted bef
ore he could respond.
“
I don
’t want to walk in court looking like an idiot. If this can be
re
solved
,
then let’s get it
re
solved.
”
With a sigh of
resignation
,
Ashton
stood and crossed to the door. He paused, his hand on the doorknob.
“
For personal reasons I
prefer to settle this out of court.
”

Glen nodded.
“
I’ll see what I can turn up.
”

Ashton
strolled
o
ut of
the
office still holding the folder
in
his hand.
There was no way he could be wrong about Kaelyn.
Last night had been special
;
he wasn’t going to allow
a
lawsuit
to
come between them.

He
took a seat behind his large oak desk
,
swiveled around in his chair and stared out across the lot. It had taken him
five
years to build his business and he did it with integrity and good business practices and that wasn’
t going to change
,
not as far as he was concerned. Someone had messed with that car and he planned to get to the bottom of the problem.

While he
sipped
from
the cup
, he thought
about the last few hours and felt something warm
st
ir
at the pit of his stomach
. Lying in bed
,
holding Kaelyn in his arms had felt so natural. It had barely been an hour
since he’d left her cottage,
and yet he was already craving her touch.

Damn
, what was happening to him
?
He was old enough to know first attractions were physical
,
ye
t there was something about
Kaelyn
th
at touched his soul. She was beautiful, smart and talented. They made love
,
then talked
,
and made love
again
and for the first time in what felt like forever
,
it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.
It wasn’t just his libido
screaming
, it w
as his mind as well. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her, and share
with her
detail
s
about
his own life. Kaelyn fascinated
every
sensual
molecule
in his body.

Ashton
frowned. There was one particular detail he had yet to
share. But not yet. Not until he had a chance to find out what was really going on. He just hoped things worked out the way he planned.

*
 
*
 
*

Kaelyn shouldered her way through the kitchen and out onto the back deck
,
carrying a fresh pitcher of lime mar
garitas.

Mackenzie
was leaned back in the chair with her feet up on a small
footrest
with a phone to her ear. She was flirting something serious with
a
guy on the phone. Her voice was low and seductive and her eyes gleamed with appreciation. As soon as sh
e spotted Kaelyn coming through the screen door, her eyes widened and she mumbled,
“
I’ll see you later.
”
She ended the call and reached for one of the empty glasses.
“
T
hat looks good
,
”
she
said
,
as she took the pitcher from her extended hand and filled two
glasses.

With a sigh
,
Kaelyn settled down onto one of the wicker chairs.
A humid breeze fluttered the paper napkins on the table.
“
It will definitely taste even better on a day like today.
”
She reached for one of the glasses and took a sip. The Grand Marn
ier smoothed out the tequila perfectly.
“
Thanks so much for all of your help.
”
They had spent the entire afternoon hanging
her
framed work
s of art
throughout the walls of the house.

Mackenzie
gave her a dismissive wave.
“
You know if you’re making margarita
s I’
m gonna come running
,
”
s
he
murmured after an appreciative sip
.
“
I’m the bartender not you, yet you make these better than I do.
”
 

“
It’s called skills
.
”
Kaelyn
sent her an amused sidelong glance
.

“
Ha-ha!
”
she
replied
,
but didn’t waste any time
bringing
the glass to her lips again
.

Kaelyn
sank low into the comfort of the chair, and closed her eyes.
 
Her mind was still on
Ashton
. In fact
,
as much as she wanted to deny what was happening between them,
he was all she seemed to be able to think about. All ni
ght she had lain in bed
remembering
she and him in every naughty scenario possible
,
with him doing yummy things with his tongue and his beautiful, generous cock.
It was crazy
!
They
’d
spent one afternoon together and yet her mind was already sp
inn
ing so man
y possibilities.

What’s wrong with me? she asked herself for the
umpteenth
time. Why
couldn’t
she be like a man and just love ‘em and leave ‘em
?
Why did her heart always have to come into play?

“
Remember the guy, I asked you about at
Spanky’s
on Friday nig
ht
?
”