Easy For Keeps: A Boudreaux Novella (The Boudreaux Series) Read Online Free PDF

cutoff tank top and a whole sleeve of tattoos.
    She’s exactly the opposite of me.
    It’s fascinating.
    “Callie, this is Sarah, the woman I told you about the other day.”
    “She doesn’t look like a damsel in distress to me,” Callie says, then winks at me and smiles widely. “I’m Callie. I own this joint with this joker.” She points at Adam, who just crosses his arms over his impressive chest and smirks.
    “Nice to meet you. And no, I’m no damsel in distress.”
    “Perfect.” Callie smiles, then glances at Adam. “I got this. Take your time.”
    “Oh, this will only take a minute,” I assure her, and to my surprise, Callie breaks out in a belly laugh. “Did I say something funny?”
    “No, Callie just hasn’t taken her medication today,” Adam says, glaring at his friend and colleague as he leads me out of the bar.
    “Why do I get the feeling that was an inside joke?”
    “Because it was, but it’s a bad one,” he replies and, with his hand on the small of my back, leads me down the sidewalk. If I thought just looking at him made my stomach flip, it’s nothing compared to the reaction my body has to him touching me. Jesus, things I forgot existed are tingling. “I’m parked a couple blocks away. The alley behind the bar was blocked this morning, so I couldn’t get to my usual spot.”
    “That’s okay, I’m parked this way too,” I reply, enjoying the sun on my face and the feel of his warm, strong hand on my back. I have to concentrate not to stumble, but God, I don’t want him to stop touching me.
    “You look beautiful today,” he says and I whip my head up to stare into his eyes, surprised.
    “Um, thanks.”
    I tug my shirt back up on my shoulder. Of course it wasn’t doing this before I got here.
    “It looks good down, too,” he says casually as he looks both ways at an intersection, then leads me across.
    I don’t have any idea what to say to that. My flirting skills are so rusty. So instead of saying anything at all, when the shirt falls again, I leave it.
    “So what’s so special about this bear?” Adam asks. He removes his hand from my back, and I immediately miss his touch.
    What the hell is up with my hormones today?
    “Her daddy gave it to her when she was little,” I reply simply, leaving out a whole chunk of information.
    “Are you and her dad still together?” he asks.
    “No.”
    He nods twice, and to my relief, doesn’t press me further for information. I think the whole “my husband was brutally murdered” thing would really kill the flirty mood.
    Suddenly, Adam takes my arm and jerks me against him.
    “Watch your step,” he says, pointing to a pile of disgusting vomit.
    Talk about a mood killer.
    “Ugh,” I say and turn my face into his arm. “I can handle blood, but vomit turns my stomach.”
    “Seen a lot of blood, have you?”
    You have no idea.
    “I’ve cut my fair share of fingers on pairing knives,” I reply and smile up at him. He’s watching me with those kind green eyes, and he’s not quick to let go of me, which doesn’t hurt my ego or my feelings in the least.
    If I didn’t know better, I’d say that Adam has turned the flirt up full blast.
    Maybe Ashley is right. Why shouldn’t I ask Adam out? Now that Becca arrived yesterday to help me out with Hailey, I don’t have to worry about a sitter. And it’s not like I have to have a relationship with the man.
    A one-night fling would do. I could be a one-night fling kind of girl. Adam’s sexy smile and flirty touches scream one-night stand.
    Adam leads me to his car and opens the back door.
    “Yep, there he is.”
    “Who?”
    He turns and smiles down at me. “Hailey’s bear.”
    “Oh. Right.” I’m staring at his mouth, and finally, without overthinking it, I rise up on my tiptoes and press my mouth to his firmly, then pull away and gasp. “I’m so sorry.”
    “Sorry?” Adam stops my hand from tugging my shirt up over my shoulder and drags his fingertip down my skin,