GIRL WITH GUITAR by Caisey Quinn

TEASER: When they reached the sunroom, Trace was a perfect gentleman much to her frustration. He handed her a towel, then did not so much as glance in her direction as he stripped down to his boxer briefs and wrapped a towel around his waist. She, on the other hand, couldnt get enough. The sight of his bare skin had her synapses firing like AK-47 rounds. He was thick and muscular and had just a hint o f a farmers tan. Back muscles rippling with each movement reminded Kylie of the horses her grandparents had. Something clicked in her head as she realized what it was that had her practically panting after him. He was loaded, like probably obscenely wealthy, but he did all the work around the farm himself. Still took care of his sisters. Himself. Had callouses on his hands like her daddy did, because he wasnt afraid of hard work. Okay, and yeah, he was hot as hell and could sing a g irls panties right off of her. She peeled her wet clothes off slowly hoping hed turn and look, but he picked up what shed dropped and darted out of the room. She kept drenched bra and panties on and wrapped the towel around herself. She feeling majorly insecure due to the not at all interested vibe Trace radiating in her direction. just her was was

Kylie headed towards the master bedroom with the intention of using that bathroom to shower, but changed direction at the last minute. Since Trace was gone, shed go ahead and add her bra and panties to the laundry. Borrowing Raes clothes was one thing, but the thought of wearing someone elses underwear freaked her out. She padded barefoot back towards the sound of a whirring washing machine. Trace was still nowhere to been seen when she finally found the laundry room. She dropped her towel and tossed her bra in the machine. She had just begun to slide her underwear down when the sharp intake of breath alerted her to the broad frame that darkened the doorway. GIRL WITH GUITAR ISBN: 1484835263 (ISBN13: 9781484835265) Caisey Quinn

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